Chapter 1182 Who dares to touch my candy (53)
The convenience store was quiet. The hand under the cashier was stunned for a second, and then he tried again as if he could guess the emotion.
The man standing in front of him was motionless, as steady as a mountain.
What was supposed to be a handsome fight turned into this embarrassing situation. Jiang Tang said that human beings are really weak chickens.
Then she raised her other foot, aimed the slender high heel at the wrist accurately, and stepped on it hard.
"Click!"
With a sound, the hand holding his ankle was broken.
Tsk, it felt like it was made of tofu, and it broke before she even exerted any force.
The yellow-haired boy opened his mouth to shout, but before his throat began to vibrate, a shadow flashed in front of him. When the voice reached his mouth, his neck had been mercilessly twisted by a pair of hands.
Jiang Tang knows a lot.
He was left with a dog's life.
The person is not dead, he is just speechless for the rest of his life.
Jiang Tang kicked him away, then took the gasoline he borrowed from the gas station next door and started pouring it in a circle around the convenience store.
When I threw the lighter, a wave of fire burst out. The ring of fire quickly surrounded the entire convenience store, and the hot tongues of flames sizzled in front of me.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Tang couldn't help but remember that she was trapped in the fire many years ago.
When the explosion sounded.
Yes, yes, it is exactly the same as the voice ringing in my ears now.
"Boom——!!!"
She was a client back then and didn't feel much.
But now she became a bystander, watching the explosion happen in front of her eyes. The sound of crackling firewood falling was mixed with one or two faint screams, and the fire was soaring into the sky, like a bonfire party.
Thinking of this, Jiang Tang was suddenly infected by the festive atmosphere, and his whole body became happy.
She turned around, kicked off her bloody high heels, and walked barefoot on the hard cement road.
Behind him, the fire was raging. The girl's black hair was flying, and she was humming a relaxing and pleasant tune.
Dreaming back at midnight.
The Yuan Dynasty woke up from its dream.
In her dream, she saw Jiang Tang wearing a long white dress, with long hair draped over his shoulders, hands behind his back, walking forward happily without looking back.
He just watched her walking further and further away, but he stood still and couldn't move.
The fear in his heart almost turned into the devil's claws, piercing his whole body.
All the feelings in the dream were too real, as if this scene really happened.
He didn't know where his fear came from. He could only lean on the edge of the bed, his chest heaving. He picked up his phone and checked the time.
It's four o'clock in the morning.
No longer feeling sleepy, Yuan Chao got out of bed, walked directly to Jiang Tang's bedroom door, opened the door gently, and slowed down his pace.
The room was dark, and a morning soap opera was playing on the TV.
Yuan Chao walked to the bed, squatted down, waited for his eyes to adapt to the darkness, and then quietly stared at Jiang Tang, who only had his head exposed.
She always curled up in a ball when sleeping, with the quilt tightly stuffed, and her head resting on the extra quilt, like a hibernating hamster, sleeping contentedly.
He had seen this look thousands of times, but when he saw it again today, he felt a little more cramped in his heart.
The dreams are all fake, but the feelings are very real.
He subconsciously felt that Jiang Tang would leave him.
Although the life of an ordinary person is ordinary and mediocre, it is a happy life that the Yuan Dynasty could not even dream of.
He didn't want to recall the rights and wrongs of the past, and even thought about being unfilial.
Forget it, what is past is past.
(End of chapter)