Fuchen was dumbfounded and pointed at the person on the task bar, "I am playing with my father and doing tasks along the way. How do you want me to deal with such a criminal? Influence him with love?"
She didn't believe it.
[That ghost dad Axi, why did you do it before? 】
[He killed no less than this quest target. Why did you accept it too? 】
Fuchen retorted, "Axi is Axi! Don't compare yourself to my father, Axi!"
But he also hesitated.
[The reason why a villain is a villain is often because he chooses the wrong path? Not every villain is like you, Senior Brother Qingyun. It’s just an accident.]
[Your ghost dad is the one who is cruel, so is the regent dad, and neither Shasha nor Gui Gui, the shark dad, are innocent people. 】
[The demon father also ate a lot of people who disturbed him when they entered the mountain.]
[Zombie dad even eats countless people.]
【Do you dare to say that all fathers are good people?】
Fuchen: "..."
At this moment, Fuchen couldn't answer.
The mouth that was always good in the past became clumsy.
The system continued to persuade, [Children often cannot choose their father.]
[Can’t a criminal be a father? 】
This floating dust cannot be recognized.
"Criminals can easily become biological fathers, but most of them cannot play the role of a father, let alone a good father."
"Axi's father has a good heart. He chose me, not me."
Even if she enters the mission world, she still needs to be chosen. There is always a moment of narrow escape - the time when she is chosen by the villain.
A moment of life and death.
Good and evil in a moment.
Fuchen sighed and turned to the above information.
This mission worker once had a soft heart and went to save a girl who had been domestically abused.
He took a deep breath and made up his mind, "I will accept this task."
[Okay!] The system is very happy. The meat bun is spinning around, feeling that he is affirmed.
"Let's make an agreement first. I will turn into a baby first, and you will put me at the door of his house. On the day he is going to do something bad."
"If," Fuchen's eyes were filled with fire, "he chooses me, I will stay in that plane and be his daughter."
"But if not," Fuchen's eyes remained still, staring into the void, "I will kill his soul and take away all his power. Even if I take him to the void space, I will kill him! Don't let him
Reborn!"
There's no way she wouldn't mind killing a girl!
She can't tolerate such people!
[OK!] The system is happy.
As long as it can complete its task, it is happy.
New World: "Blooming Flowers".
In the dilapidated rural courtyard, weeds grew randomly and were half a meter high. Cucumber vines climbed on the fence of the courtyard next to it. Green cucumbers were hung in the dilapidated courtyard, and were gently fixed by the owner with wires around them.
Attached paper labels.
The one-meter-wide cement road has gaps from time to time.
At the end of the cement road, there is a wooden fruit basket.
The man opened the door, his eyes fierce and vicissitudes, looking straight ahead. When he went out, he noticed the basket at the door. He immediately frowned.
There is a baby in the basket, with its little head exposed, and it seems to be sleeping peacefully.
There is a scar on the right side of the man's face.
He stared at the child in the wooden basket with lowered eyebrows. He raised his head and looked around.
This is the urban-rural fringe area.
After walking two streets, there is a bus stop.
Who would go all the way to send him a child?
It must be the people around me who don’t want to raise a child after they have it.
In the room behind him, shrouded in darkness, are the props he has prepared these days.
Homemade bombs and various tools cannot be seen by people or light.
Lu Youming looked around, but there was no one around.
Don't let anything happen on the roadside of your home.
Firecrackers cannot be set off near rabbit nests.
Attract attention.
Without thinking, Lu Youming bent down to lift the basket and prepared to hang it on the railing next door.
The moment my hand just touched the basket, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
The child woke up.
As soon as he lifted the basket, he heard the sound of opening the door next door, "What's wrong?" the uncle shouted, standing in the yard and watching. When his eyes saw the basket, he immediately opened his mouth.
The uncle is about fifty years old this year, and he is very mature. The few cucumbers in the yard are as good as a guard against him as they are against thieves. They still say a few polite words when they meet.
Exercise every day.
Ready at all the time.
Lu Youming saw the other party working. The tractor fell into a pit and he was able to lift the vehicle ashore.
Standing up is not small.
People who have worked hard all their lives have considerable strength in their hands.
Hot day.
The old man had a white shirt hanging on his body and a cattail leaf fan in his hand. He pointed at the basket and said, "Stolen?"
Except for a little surprise, it was just like chatting normally.
Lu Youming had a gloomy face. He had two knives on his body and had already planned to go to the orphanage.
Picked up a baby at the gate.
He went to kill the baby girl, not to pick up a baby and raise it.
"I picked it up at the door. I don't know who it is." Lu Youming said as calmly as possible.
"Pull you down." Uncle Pushan pointed at the village, "Who here doesn't know that you are so poor that your wife ran away with someone else? Who was so heartless that he gave birth to me and raised it for you?"
The uncle was quite rude in what he said.
Standing on the railing, blowing the wind with a cattail fan, "Take a good look to see if it looks like you. Maybe it was your wife who ran away who found out she was pregnant and gave birth to you to raise!"
At the end, he lowered his head and fiddled with it to see how many cucumbers he had grown in Lu Youming Courtyard. He continued to mutter, "If you ask me, if it looks like you, just keep it by yourself. There is one."
It’s good to take care of your children in old age.”
Lu Youming's face looked like a poker, and he already had two creases on his lips for a man in his twenties.
He is thin and has a pointed chin.
Live like a monkey.
Lu Youming lowered his head and looked at the baby in the basket. The baby opened its mouth and screamed.
Really ugly. Not a yo-yo.
He acts like a debt collector.
Lu Youming walked a few steps with an expressionless face and hung a cucumber on the trellis, "Here you go. You can take care of yourself in old age."
He turned around, locked the door and went out. He let the uncle shout, "Hey - don't leave. You really didn't steal this?"
Lu Youming felt irritable while walking on the street.
I definitely can't move today.
A new child is like a big firecracker, attracting a lot of people.
Village committee.
Women's Federation.
Those bitchy women who listen to the wind and eat melon...
Lu Youming kicked over the trash can on the roadside.
The iron bucket made a "ding" sound, and several wild dogs that were scavenging for food jumped up.
Lu Youming lit up a cigarette impatiently.
Two yuan a pack for the big front door. The smell of cigarette smoke is strong and strong.
Lu Youming likes this kind of thing.
When I was touching the lighter, I touched the knife on my body again, and the cigarette in my mouth suddenly lost its aroma.
I want to scold my mother again!
Lu Youming turned around and went back.
I can't do anything today.
But there's no rush.
The orphanage won't run away anyway.
When I went back, I saw the basket again.
The basket was turned around and hung in his yard.
The child was held in the uncle's hands.
When the uncle saw Lu Youming, he said hello, "I saw it, it's a girl! There is a piece of paper inside, her name is Fuchen!"
Lu Youming's eyes straightened.
Girl?
He raises?!
grass.
If I had known better, I would have thrown her into an orphanage.
When the time comes to deal with it, we will deal with it together.
