Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

    The elevator was running low and steady, suddenly shaking slightly.

    This happens every time, even Joe is used to it. But Honeysuckle couldn't seem to get used to it, because every time the elevator vibrated, he would gasp for breath.

    This time too.

    Lian Qiao looked at Honeysuckle and met his dazed eyes.

    “Why am I so easy to—!”

    Before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly, as if his throat was strangled by an invisible hand.

    Lian Qiao was stunned by this unpredictable roar, and before he could react, he saw Rendong change the subject and yelled at him angrily: "Babies are very fragile! Don't mess around! feed!"

    Lian Qiao: "???"

    …

    This time, the little purple potato learned to be obedient, crying all night, constantly attracting Lian Qiao's attention. He doesn't care how tired or haggard Lian Qiao is, anyway, he just wants Lian Qiao to put all his thoughts on him, take care of the baby well, and don't do anything else.

    Lian Qiao was so disturbed that he couldn't sleep all night. Several times he pushed and pushed the cradle and was about to faint, and the little Honeysuckle cried out loudly, and pulled him back from his sleep.

    But every time he picked up the little honeysuckle, breastfeeding, taking the temperature, checking the diaper, the whole process went down, and found that there was nothing wrong with the honeysuckle. He really only cried because he wanted to cry! He is going to make trouble! He just won't let him sleep!

    A few times, even Joe was about to have a nervous breakdown.

    "Ancestor, what's wrong with you..." Lian Qiao, with two huge dark circles under her eyes, lay pitifully beside the cradle, "What the **** is wrong with me, you have to torment me like this? …”

    Little Honeysuckle stared at him without speaking.

    No matter how noisy, that is his honeysuckle.

    It's his baby honeysuckle!

    With boundless love and tolerance, Lian Qiao smiled at the little monster in the cradle. Then he touched his forehead for the 100th time, pinched his little face, and the 1001st biubiu launched a gentle gaze.

    Honeysuckle: "..." Really not angry?

    Little Honeysuckle was a little embarrassed, smashed it, smashed its mouth, and turned her head. I thought to myself: Humph! There is no principle! Do not spoil the child with such a child?

    Fortunately, everything was fine overnight.

    Little Honeysuckle successfully lived until 1993. At the moment when the sun rose, he also grew up.

    If it wasn't for Honeysuckle who kept making noises to keep Lian Qiao from sleeping, Lian Qiao would not have seen this scene. Of course, this change was far more shocking than surprise to Lian Qiao.

    Because the honeysuckle didn't grow up directly, but like a snake shedding its skin, the whole person split from the middle, and then a bigger child than the original drilled out.

    The layer of skin he shed, gradually became translucent as it fell off, and soon disappeared.

    "..." Lian Qiao slowly closed his mouth in shock and breathed a sigh of relief.

     Thankfully it disappeared. If this layer of skin does not disappear, what should he do?

    That is... the skin that honeysuckle sheds! Can you just throw it in the trash can? Is it wet waste or hazardous waste? !

    Lian Qiao survived the initial shock, and soon accepted the fact that the honeysuckle grew a year older. However, when he tried to grind the teeth of the honeysuckle, the honeysuckle refused to touch the shrimp sticks. Lian Qiao said that it was for his own good, not only refused to eat honeysuckle, but even slapped the bag of shrimp sticks directly on his face.

     Even Joe began to wonder if his intelligence was going backwards!

    Why are you so disobedient!

    All in all, out of inexplicable stubbornness, Honeysuckle insists on drinking only milk powder and does not touch anything else. He was already thin and small, but this time, he couldn't even grow his teeth.

    He always likes to tell Lian Qiao something. Lian Qiao couldn't understand, so he babbled to Lian Qiao. There was a small mouth with no teeth in it, inexplicable joy. Lian Qiao couldn't help but laugh, so Xiao Rendong gave him a slap.

    What kind of aggressiveness can a one-year-old child have. Lian Qiao only thought that the fleshy little hand was very cute, and he couldn't help grabbing Honeysuckle's little hand and kissing it beside his mouth. This made Little Honeysuckle even more angry, and then stretched out her little foot and kicked him in the face.

    Lian Qiao: ah ah ah ah little jiojio is so cute! Kiss me now!

    The crowd watching silently: "You said you don't smelt copper! You beast!"

    The crying little honeysuckle finally escaped the shrimp allergy. Soon, night fell.

    This day, everyone was exploring, but no one could find any useful clues. And Lian Qiao was so addicted to having a baby that he had no intention of typing. I wish time would go slower, so that he could love Little Honeysuckle more.

    In the evening, the little honeysuckle who had been fooling around all day was exhausted, lying in Lian Qiao's arms and drowsy. Lian Qiao sat in the living room with everyone, discussing what to do next.

    Not much to discuss. There are no clues in the orphanage, and the name of the copy is clearly enough.

    At least let the honeysuckle live until 2020!

    Everyone really had nothing to say, and finally turned their attention to Lian Qiao.

    Little Apple asked: "Do you have any ideas?"

    Lian Qiao: "…Huh?"

    Suddenly CUE, he hadn't changed from his old father's identity, and subconsciously looked at everyone with a kind of loving gaze.

    Everyone inexplicably felt the ridicule of "I am your father", and felt slightly unhappy in their hearts. The man with scars was already short-tempered, and this subtle unpleasantness suddenly magnified in his heart. He slapped the table and said angrily, "Fuck you, can you be serious? Do you still want to go out?!"

    He slammed and woke up the little honeysuckle from the sound sleep. Xiao Rendong opened his eyes in confusion, and before the water vapor in his eyes dissipated, he heard Lian Qiao coldly say: "If you have something to say, say something. Be gentle, you scared him."

    The scarred man didn't expect Lian Qiao, a seemingly weak young man, to be not afraid of him at all. He picked up Lian Qiao by the collar: "What did you say? Do you dare to—"

    The voice is still on.

    Boom!

    The scarred man's brain hummed, and he felt itchy forehead. When he reached out and touched it, it turned out to be blood.

    He widened his eyes in shock and looked at his **** hands in disbelief, only to notice that Lian Qiao had pulled out a crowbar at some point. The crowbar was still stained with blood—his blood!

    Fuck!

    I'm just trying to scare you, and you're **** trying to kill me!

    "..." The scarred man didn't have time to speak, rolled his eyes and fainted.

    There was a sudden change in a moment, and everyone was stunned, including the baby honeysuckle. Only Lian Qiao remained calm, flung away the blood beads from the crowbar, and looked at everyone indifferently.

    No one thought that even Joe, the warm and sunny big boy, would be so ruthless, decisive and merciless. Although the scarred man was not very polite, he was not guilty of death. Lian Qiao's operation changed everyone's view of him instantly, and everyone suddenly looked different and had their own thoughts.

    Little Apple seems to be very used to this kind of thing. She bent over to check the scarred man's injury, turned her head and smiled at everyone and said, "It's alright, I just passed out."

    The long-haired aunt also reacted, and hurriedly approached the scarred man: "He has so much blood, is he still okay?"

    Lian Qiao suddenly took a step forward. Everyone was shocked and subconsciously retreated. Lian Qiao ignored everyone, walked straight to the dining table, picked up a rag at the corner of the table, and threw it to Little Apple:

    "Press the wound for a while. This little wound, the bleeding stopped immediately."

    Little Apple was not polite, took the rag and pressed it on the scarred man's head. Although Lian Qiao's attack was ruthless, he did not intend to kill, so the scarred man's head was only a blood bag, not a blood hole.

    As soon as the little apple was pressed, the scarred man woke up, screaming in pain.

    Lian Qiao swept a cool look, and the scarred man immediately stopped talking.

    The long-haired aunt saw that the scarred man was really fine, got up and sighed: "Oh, what's the matter! Before we found a way out, we had an infighting first. In the days to come How's it going?"

    Lian Joe has put away the crowbar. He lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "We are grasshoppers on the same rope. But if the grasshopper wants to bite me, I can't let him fool around."

    Xiao Apple also persuaded: "Okay, don't talk about it. He was beaten down by you too, let's just forget about it, right?"

    Hearing this, a trace of resentment flashed in the scarred man's eyes, and he blurted out: "It was obviously his first move! You guys are still on his side?"

    Everyone: "..." You are the first to do it, have you forgotten?

    Little Apple was also disappointed with this scarred man. She shook her head and sighed: "You, you really don't know what to do. Do you think that in a place like this, everyone will still reason with you? No. Everyone will always only follow powerful people."

    After she finished speaking, she immediately practiced and left the scarred man to stand on Lian Qiao's side.

    The scarred man opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but everyone had already started talking about tomorrow.

    The scarred man was lying on the ground alone, feeling isolated and helpless.

    In this circle, only the baby in Qiao's arms was looking straight at him. But this baby is inextricably linked with Lian Qiao, and the scarred man hates it in his heart. He snorted coldly and glared at Lian Qiao fiercely while Lian Qiao was not paying attention.

    I didn't expect that not only Joe was not afraid of him, but even this young child who had just turned one year old was indifferent to his deterrence.

      The scarred man thought the serious appearance of this baby was very funny. At the same time he felt an itch on his face, as if something had dripped.

    Is the blood flowing again?

    He subconsciously scratched his face, but he didn't feel blood, but he felt a bright, sticky, unknown liquid. It smells a bit in front of the nose.

    While she was surprised, she suddenly saw the baby raise her little hand and gently tug at Lian Qiao's sleeve.

    "Huh?" Lian Qiao lowered her head, her eyes full of tenderness.

    "Ah...there is..." The baby pointed to the scarred man, and uttered an inexplicable monosyllable.

    Lian Qiao leaned into the baby's mouth and listened very patiently to him jumping out one word at a time. After listening, his expression sank, and he turned to look at the scarred man.

    Everyone couldn't help but follow along. The scarred man thought to himself that you were so old that you would make a small report, and suddenly felt guilty. But he didn't want to show his cowardice, so he could only say sternly: "What are you doing! I haven't played enough, do you still want to fight again?!"

    Lian Qiao stared at him for half a second: "No."

    Scar man: "Then why are you all staring at me?!"

    Lian Qiao: "Because you have a ghost on your head."