MTL - Quick Transmigration Counterattack: Mysterious Boss, Don’t Tease

At this time, the look of the mother is too terrible, the little guy dare not go forward, the weak call: "mother."

The stinging pain in the brain slowly fades with the receipt of memory.

After receiving the memory of the original owner, Bei Yuyu revealed a complicated smile on his lips. Although the memory is scattered, it is enough for her to understand her current situation.

He is now in a small mountain village in the remote area of ​​the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is the body owner who was originally named Muzhitao. The peach is a widow, and is a fat and ugly widow. She is very sultry and her reputation is extremely stinky. It’s completely awkward, and the family’s abandonment.

"Nanny." The weak voice of the little guy rang again.

Bei Yuyu looked at the little guy and saw the medicine bowl in his hand. He didn't dare to look at her, shrinking his body and holding a medicine bowl with his hands.

"Mother, drink medicine." The little guy snorted softly.

Bei Yuyu reached out and took the bowl of black medicine. She knew that there was no money in the family and how could she have the money to buy medicine.

"This medicine..."

Her words have not been finished, the little guy slammed into the ground, a small face brushed pale, black and bright eyes full of fear.

The little guy eagerly explained that Xu was too eager and the words became intermittent. "This, this medicine, I asked from Wang Hao, did not spend money, really did not spend a penny."

The little guy secretly aimed at the north rain, the indifference, so that he could not see the joy and anger. Such a woman, more and more let the little guy upset, shrinking his neck and head down, is ready to bear the mother's whip.

Looking at him, combined with the piecemeal memory of the wood peach, I know why he is.

Muzhitao’s attitude toward this son is very poor. He is right and wrong for him. Many of his family’s activities are also done by the little ones. From the age of three, I started to cook and cook. If I didn't do well, I would like to call the original master peach.

In the past, the peach of the wood was not very good for the little guy, but it was also good.

Since talking about a few marriages, because of a towed oil bottle, after the blow, Muzhitao’s attitude towards him is getting worse and worse, and he often abuses him. On several occasions, he even killed the little guy and lost him. Hard life, life should not be absolutely, survived.

"Hey, get up, the mother will not hit you." Bei Yuyu tried to soften his voice.

The little guy squinted slightly and sneaked at her. She saw no anger on her face, but instead a faint smile, her heart was gradually no longer so tight.

"Get up soon."

The little guy still didn't dare to get up. After confirming that the mother wouldn't really beat him, he slowly got up.

The northern rain sipped the medicine that had been sorely numb in the bowl, and there was no more honey preserved by the brother next to the medicine bowl. At the thought of my brother, when I thought about the experience of the North, the northerly rain and the indifferent bottom of the sputum revealed a cold chill, and the hand clenched into a fist.

Gu Ruran, Tang Jingyu, and those men, I will one day kill you with the North Rain, and revenge for more than three hundred souls in my home.

The little guy shook his body. At this time, the look of the mother was not as angry as usual, but the feeling given to him was more frightening than when she was angry.

The little guy is completely shrinking the thin body, the atmosphere does not dare to breathe, afraid of causing the attention of the mother, was beaten.

Bei Yuyu put down the medicine bowl, noticed the shivering little guy, opened his mouth to call his name, and couldn’t call the rough name when he came to his mouth.