C1 White dog

"White Dog! Get over here! "

When Yao Yuan heard his mother-in-law's call, he immediately ran over.

He was not called White Dog, but his mother-in-law said that he was just a dog that was raised by her family, and because he was born with white hair, everyone in the family called him White Dog.

It was his mother-in-law who shouted, a meter and a half tall and weighing two hundred and fifty pounds.

Comparatively, Yao Yuan was as thin as a piece of paper.

"Mom. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? I've been bullied! Hurry up and bite them! "

She pointed to a small food stall that she had smashed to pieces. The stall owner was crying and shivering.

Yao Yuan's father-in-law was the village head, and his authority overflowed into the heavens.

His mother-in-law was bullying him and causing trouble everywhere, but she always said that she was being bullied.

As he spoke, he also surrounded a few people who had been bullied before.

Seeing this, Yao Yuan's legs became weak, he did not even dare raise his head, and spoke like a mosquito.

"If you have something to say, then say it. Don't do it."

"Trash!"

The mother-in-law slapped Yao Yuan's head.

Ever since this white-haired son-in-law entered the house, she felt as uncomfortable as if she had eaten a fly. Normally, she would scold him quite a bit, but now that she saw his cowardly appearance, she was even more annoyed and shouted, "If you don't vent my anger today, then don't go home!"

After the mother-in-law turned around and left, being looked down upon like that, Yao Yuan felt very uncomfortable in his heart. However, he didn't have the ability to look like this at all.

Seeing that Yao Yuan was the only one left, the stall owner immediately changed his face and laughed sinisterly as he brought his men to surround him.

"You Liu Family's White Dog, I'll let you have a taste of my power!"

Seeing that they had rushed forward together, Yao Yuan did not dare resist and could only hold his head tightly, allowing the overwhelming fists and legs to hit him. In the end, he was beaten black and blue, and collapsed onto the ground.

The booth owner lifted his leg and stepped on Yao Yuan's head, then he smiled mischievously as he pulled out the thing in's pants.

The people around him had obviously seen through his intentions, and they all began to shout in unison,

"Urinate him!"

"Let him have a taste!"

Yao Yuan instantly understood what was going to happen. He used all his strength to try and struggle free, but his head and limbs had already been ruthlessly trampled by someone, and he was unable to move at all.

"Damn you, all of you …"

Before he could even finish his sentence, the yellow urine entered Yao Yuan's mouth, making him unable to even breathe heavily. Instead, he swallowed a large amount of the urine while coughing.

"Pfft!" "Trash!"

The stall owner was satisfied as he finally pulled up his pants. He even wiped the few drops of urine on Yao Yuan's body and spat on them before leaving with a laugh.

Yao Yuan rolled to the side, spitting for a long time before he finally felt alive.

Suddenly, he felt a gaze. It was the person he didn't want to see the most right now.

He nervously looked up into the distance. Sure enough, it was that face that he loved and hated both at the same time.

It was her wife, Liu Xinyue. She was tall and slender, her face white as cream, standing tall and straight under her slender neck. She was so beautiful that the other men all called her the prettiest woman in the entire village.

When she realized that Yao Yuan was looking at him, Liu Xinyue frowned slightly before returning to being as cold as ice and walked into the house.

Although everyone was envious that he had such a beautiful wife, Yao Yuan knew that in the two years they had been married, his wife had never looked at him directly. No one would believe him, they had never even touched his hands.

Yao Yuan knew that Liu Xinyue was shocked by her disgraceful appearance. She gnashed her teeth in anger, and wanted to tear the stall owner's corpse into pieces. However, he was very clear that he could only receive a double the humiliation if he rushed over now.

He gritted his teeth and walked back home, shaking his head.

"Luckily, I wasn't beaten up by my bros at home. Their attacks are much fiercer than these people."

Yao Yuan advised himself helplessly. Based on the grievances he had suffered in the past few years, if he did not have the spirit of Ah Q, he would have died a long time ago.

He had three brothers, led by his big brother Liu Zhigang. After dropping out of junior high school, he relied on his father as the village chief to bring along his two brothers.

These three people were even more ruthless towards their white haired brother-in-law. They casually found an excuse to beat Yao Yuan up and make him lie on the ground for a few days.

Today, it was only Liu Zhigang who was at home. When Yao Yuan was being beaten up, he had always been hiding behind the door and peeking.

"White Dog, come back quickly! If you want to embarrass yourself, you might as well die! "

After Yao Yuan heard this, he endured the pain and ran back towards his house. However, just as he was about to step into his house, he was tripped by Liu Zhigang who was hiding behind the door.

Yao Yuan's face was slapped heavily on the ground, blood immediately gushing out from his mouth.

Liu Zhigang gloated while laughing out loud, "This is what a dog looks like!" As he said that, he kicked Yao Yuan's butt, "Quickly get up and clean up, don't let my mother get tired."

When the mother-in-law saw this, she praised her son for being so sensible.

Yao Yuan's teeth had even been knocked out. The pain was so excruciating that he almost died, and he didn't even dare to breathe as he crawled over to the tap to randomly wash. After cleaning up the house, he jumped onto the bed.

Rather than calling it a bed, it would be more accurate to call it a floor bed.

Although they were husband and wife, Liu Xinyue didn't allow him to get close. Every night, she would place a blanket on the ground in advance.

Yao Yuan had never dared to go to bed to check out the fragrance, he knew that he was not worthy of it.

Not long after he laid down, he fell into a deep sleep.

"Hey, silly boy, wake up, don't sleep."

Suddenly, someone called out to him. Yao Yuan raised his head and saw an old man dressed in an ancient attire talking to him.

This old man was brimming with vigor and vigor. His neat goatee and hair were all dazzling white. His hair was combed back in a bun and gave him a sage-like appearance.

Yao Yuan rubbed his eyes and realised that the old man was actually floating in mid air!

Could it be that he had met a ghost?

Suddenly, he felt a wave of heat flow between his legs. He was scared to the point of peeing. He did not care about that as he quickly kneeled on the ground and kowtowed.

"Ghost!" I have no enmity with you, so please don't make things difficult for me. "

The white-haired old man stroked his beard with a smile.

"Child, don't be afraid, I'm your great-grandfather!"

The old man continued, "You are my grandson of eighteen generations! How could I harm you? Grandson, call me grandpa. "

Only then did Yao Yuan stop and raise his head to see the old man reaching out his hand to touch his face. He wanted to dodge but he was too scared to move.

After touching it for a long time, the old man said in satisfaction, "All these years, I have let you suffer grievances. It's all my fault that my grandfather was plotted against by that old man, and that's why your eighteen generations of descendants have been bullied to this day by his family."

As he said this, the old man touched his beard emotionally, "A descendant of the 18 generations, my heart really hurts from seeing this. Sigh, I really shouldn't have made that bet."

The old man shook his head in grief and indignation, then laughed: "However, today is the final day of the bet, the curse will disappear tomorrow, and you will begin a new life! In order to make it up to you, I will pass on to you my true qi right now. "

These words confused Yao Yuan. What eighteen generations, what curses, just saw that the old man did not seem like he was going to hurt, so he gathered up his courage and asked:

"Great sir, what do you mean?"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, the old man raised two of his fingers and suddenly tapped on Yao Yuan's forehead!