Time Travel: My whole family is a villain

morning.

There are birds singing in the trees.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp."

The Jiang family actually had a serious and sumptuous breakfast today.

Everyone has a bowl of porridge made from fine grains and broth.

Aoao is fragrant.

Jiang Mianmian smelled it and felt it was very fragrant, and she thought she could drink it too.

However, after taking a small sip, it still made my throat a bit scratchy. There seemed to be a little bit of dregs in the middle of the fine grains, but my mother's milk tasted better.

For the first time, my father did not go to work in the morning.

To be honest, when Jiang Mianmian came to this world, it was the first time she saw her father in broad daylight.

Every day, my father would leave before dawn and come back after dark.

It's just that today's dad is not as good-looking as yesterday, as if he has aged ten years in one night.

If you look closely, your hair is a lot whiter.

But it's not ugly. It should be said that it has a broken beauty that has been vicissitudes of life.

But whose relatives want this kind of beauty, it’s better to be normal.

Jiang Mianmian thought that since she had a spiritual spring, it would not be a big problem.

Big brother can survive.

And there is an unexpected surprise.

Before, she had been worried that the spiritual spring water would be gone when it ran out, and she didn't dare to use it up.

I used it all at once yesterday, but today the Lingquan water is actually a little thicker. Before, it could only drop a thin layer to cover the bottom of a bowl, which looked like a spoon. Now it seems to be a little higher, at least two spoons.

But there are some side effects.

It seems that my brother is particularly sticky to himself after drinking the spiritual spring water.

When he was lying on the bed, he would ask his sister Jiang Yu to move her wooden basin over for him to watch.

You are a sick person yourself, and you still want to see me.

Jiang Mianmian was a little helpless.

But there is no way, who makes her beautiful, cute and well-behaved.

Jiang Mianmian was lying in the wooden basin, lifting her feet and putting them in her mouth. She was practicing stretching.

At the same time, he looked out the window with some curiosity.

The home is made of wood, earth and stone.

There happens to be a wooden window here in my brother's house.

Ancient architecture was very flexible, and its craftsmanship was beginning to show advanced levels.

The wooden boards are spliced ​​together, and a groove is made at the bottom, so that it can be pushed.

When you open it during the day, you can see the trees outside the yard, which is a beautiful window view.

Jiang Mianmian looked at the tree with some curiosity, wondering where the bird was. Why couldn't she see it and heard the cry?

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp."

I can't help but open my mouth and drool just looking at it...

It's not because I'm greedy, it's because I didn't control my nervous system well, so I couldn't close my mouth and drool fell out. Well, it's true.

On the bed next to him, his brother was lying.

The brother stared at her blankly.

It felt like I had been watching myself for a lifetime.

Jiang Mianmian sighed inwardly, wondering if the side effects of Lingquan water were a bit too great.

My brother feels a little silly.

At the same time, I feel that I have added a little more pressure.

This family will break up without her.

Grandma likes her, father likes her, sister loves to kiss her, even her butt, and brother clings to her.

Jiang Mianmian felt that she had to work hard to grow up quickly.

She tried hard to grab her feet with her hands, but accidentally put them in her mouth again.

She looked at the birds on the tree, her brother lying next to her, and then she saw the little ant again.

It is so powerful that it actually dug a hole on the edge of its own tub.

At this moment, he was sticking his head out of the small hole, looking at himself unsteadily.

Jiang Mianmian actually saw from that black and ugly head that it was smiling at her...

Probably because I was in a good mood.

After all, big brother is fine, okay.

There is also more spiritual spring water.

So she stretched out her finger and applied a small drop.

It was quickly eaten by the little ants.

She didn't dare to feed him too much because he was worried that the little ants would suddenly grow up and turn into super ants.

Now it's just a small circle, and it's a bit scary.

If you really grow up, it feels like the alien monster will look like that.

After Jiang Mianmian finished teasing her little pet, she looked up and saw her brother looking at her.

She smiled subconsciously.

She hasn't grown any teeth yet and her smile is drool.

Jiang Feng also smiled.

He basked in the sun greedily.

The wind blows greedily.

Looking at the living sister greedily.

Not enough to look at.

At this time, father Jiang Changtian and mother-in-law Qin Luoxia came into the house, and sister Jiang Yu also came.

Jiang Mianmian fell into her sister's arms.

Then I saw Aniang coming in with a brazier.

Are you going to jump into a brazier to ward off evil spirits?

Brother, why don't you get up yet?

Or some ancient ritual?

Jiang Mianmian looked curiously.

Then I saw Aniang burning the spear she sharpened that day on the brazier.

Jiang Mianmian had a bad feeling. What was going on?

Then I saw my father cleaning the wound on his brother’s forehead.

Above the left eye.

The wound still has a slight rancid smell.

A bit ferocious looking.

Jiang Changtian said: "Feng'er, it will hurt a little. Just bite on this."

He gave his son a piece of cork.

Jiang Feng smiled weakly and said, "Dad, I'm not afraid of pain. Really, I'm not afraid at all."

He had endured long nights, watched countless small insects gnawing at him, watched himself turn into bones, watched himself turn into powder, he was not afraid of pain at all, really.

"Well, my child is very good and is not afraid of pain." Jiang Changtian patted his son on the shoulder.

Still stuffing the cork into his mouth.

Then he turned back to his wife and said, "Mei Xia, give me the spear."

Qin Luoxia held the red-hot iron spear and said, "Ms. sir, I'd better do it, I'm quick."

Jiang Changtian shook his head: "You are strong, just hold Feng'er down."

Jiang Mianmian watched her father tie up his long hair into a bun.

Help, a man with a bun on his head can actually look so good. Dad’s facial features are all exposed, which makes him even more handsome.

Then her eyes were covered by her sister.

She heard a muffled sound.

She struggled hard.

Finally, I saw the scene in front of me from the seam of Ajie’s hands.

Dad actually took a red-hot spear and pressed it against the wound on his brother's head.

This action is too cruel.

That's what it's like to be sentenced in prison.

But he saw that his father's hands were not shaking at all. He was usually a coughing person and a light-footed man, but now he was holding a red-hot iron spear in his hand, and he was scalding his son's head one by one.

Qin Luoxia suppressed her son's twitching body.

Jiang Feng said he was not afraid of pain, but he still bit the cork tightly and made a muffled sound.

He really didn't feel pain in his heart. He even felt joy, joy and enjoyment. This kind of pain made him feel alive.

It's just that the body can't control its twitching.

Jiang Changtian did very cruel things, but his expression was focused and meticulous, and his hands did not shake.

Jiang Mianmian feels that her father is now like the best surgeon, like a ruthless surgical machine.

Because she saw that her father did not use a red-hot iron to burn the wound roughly, but treated every small wound very carefully, trying to treat all the rotten wounds without damaging the good parts.

Jiang Yu originally closed his eyes and covered his sister's eyes.

But listening to the muffled hum, I couldn't help but open my eyes.

Seeing her father's actions, she burst into tears. It was all her fault. It was all because Jiang Wan gave her clothes. She was greedy and kept the clothes and shoes, so her eldest brother was beaten.

The eldest brother almost died.

Still have to suffer like this.

She usually gets burned when holding hot bowls.

But my brother’s meat has been scalded to create a fragrant aroma, oooo┭┮﹏┭┮

Once the iron is out of the fire, it will not remain red, but will turn black, but the temperature will still be extremely high.

Jiang Changtian's hand became more and more steady. Except for the first time, he trembled a little, and then became more steady every time.

It's not like he's branding his own son on his head, but like he's painting.

He pressed the red-hot iron against the flesh, stroke by stroke, and the hideous and putrid wound turned into a painting under his hands, as lifelike as a black mantra.