Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Slag Abuse Project

Chapter 3
There was a small bed in the dark and narrow room, and a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old was curled up on the bed. The girl had a high fever, her face was flushed, and her hair was stuck to her face in strands of sweat.

She frowned, closed her eyes tightly, and kept tossing and turning on the bed, trying to make her body more comfortable.

The door of the room was kicked open with a bang, and a mean-looking middle-aged woman in her forties walked in, grabbed her by the arm, dragged her roughly from the bed, and cursed: " I asked you to do some work, and you pretended to be sick? I don’t see you eat less when I eat, and there are all kinds of problems when I work, why don’t you die? You?”

The person on the bed was dragged to the concrete floor with a "plop" and let out a muffled groan.

Qingyun struggled to open his eyes, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his chaotic mind, he raised his eyes and vaguely saw a sharp face.

She closed her eyes and looked at the other person again. She saw a woman about 1.6 meters tall with a fashionable lamb roll perm standing in front of her. She had a pair of inverted triangular eyes and raised eyebrows, giving people an indescribable feeling. sense of meanness.

Isn't this person Li Qingmei, Meng Qingyun's mother?

Before she had time to think about it, Li Qingmei exerted force again, her long nails almost dug into her flesh, and dragged her from the room to the hall, cursing angrily: "I want you to pretend Die, if you die, you die far away from me, if you can't die, get up and work for me!"

It was summer now, and Qingyun was wearing a pair of six-point pants that Li Qingmei had remade from old clothes. The skin on his exposed calves was peeled off by the rough cement floor, and the pain was unbearable.

Qingyun wanted to pull back his arm, but couldn't exert any strength.Suddenly, there were bursts of convulsions in her stomach, which made her vomit out with a "wow".

Li Qingmei instinctively let go and took a few steps back, but it was too late, a cloud of filth splashed onto her new leather shoes.

She suddenly felt heartbroken, looked at Qingyun fiercely and cursed: "You damn thing, you know that you are going to vomit and you are still grinding on the ground. Are you a pig?"

Qingyun raised his head and gave her a cold look, but said nothing.

Li Qingmei was startled by her cold eyes and took a step back. She came back to her senses in a blink of an eye, pointed at her and cursed loudly: "What kind of eyes are you? Try looking at me again? Be careful, I'll goug out your eyes! You dead girl, if I don’t beat you to death today, my surname will not be Li!”

As he said, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to hit someone.

When Qingyun saw that she was coming over, he immediately lowered his head and looked like he was about to vomit.

When Li Qingmei saw this, she stopped in her tracks and took a few steps back, looking at her with disgust.

"Huh, what's the smell? It's so disgusting!" A disgusted voice came, and Meng Feifei, who was wearing double braids and a small floral dress, opened the bedroom door and looked over.

When he saw the filth not far from his door, he covered his nose with disgust and shouted, "My God, sister, why did you vomit here? Are you too disgusting?"

Qingyun looked at the foreign-looking Meng Feifei, and then at the white washed clothes on her body, and sneered in her heart.

In the plot, she knew that Li Qingmei and Meng Jianjun were partial to Meng Feifei, but seeing her now, is it more than just partiality?Meng Qingyun is not treated like a daughter at all in this family!

Seeing that Qingyun ignored her, Meng Feifei curled her lips and said to Li Qingmei: "I can't take it anymore! It smells so bad. I'll go out to breathe and come back later."

After speaking, he didn't even bother to look at Qingyun again, and left gracefully.

Li Qingmei couldn't bear the smell of the whole room, she threw a dirty rag to Qingyun's side, said "Clean it up quickly", and then opened the door and went out.

Qing Yun was the only one left in the room. He vomited a while ago and emptied his stomach, but now his eyes were black with hunger.

She struggled to get up from the ground, stepped on the rag that Li Qingmei threw to her, and staggered into the kitchen.

Chicken soup was being stewed in the pot in the kitchen, and a strong aroma came out, and Qingyun's mouth watered uncontrollably.

In Meng Qingyun's memory, every time the family made delicious food, she could only watch it, and if she ate more, she would be scolded by Li Qingmei for a long time.Long-term malnutrition, 19-year-old Meng Qingyun is not as tall as Meng Feifei.

Qingyun looked at the pot of chicken soup, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, took out a bowl and scooped out all the meat in the pot, ate to his heart's content, and finally poured out the rest of the chicken soup, took a pot of water and covered the pot Guy, and then slowly returned to his small, poor bedroom.

As for Li Qingmei asking her to clean, she just ignored it.

As soon as I lay down, I felt the food I had just eaten begin to flow back to me.

She sat up and suppressed the nausea, gritted her teeth and said, "26, come out!"

"Okay!" 26 responded obediently.

"Can you tell me what's going on here? Is Meng Qingyun poisoned?" Qingyun wondered if this guy was playing with her, not to mention sending her to this node, and forcibly making her half-dead.

In the plot, the original owner only had a fever at the time, how did she look like she was poisoned?
"This, this question..." 26 stammered and couldn't speak.

"Say!" Qingyun shouted.

26 shivered instinctively, and said in a weak tone: "Then what, the host's discomfort now is mainly caused by the attack from the plane when it was transmitted to this world, but it's not serious, it will be fine in two days!"

When it comes to the last sentence, it is noticeably quieter.

"Is that so?" Qingyun didn't believe it.

"Yeah! It's Jiangzi!" Seeing that she didn't believe her, 26 wished she could stand in front of Qingyun and nod her head to show that she was telling the truth.

"Impossible!" Qingyun pondered for a moment, and said: "If this is the case, if it is a crisis when it is transmitted to a certain world, wouldn't it be fatal? If so, why bother to go through it again? ?”

26 I feel a little flustered, the host is thinking too fast, right?

(End of this chapter)