The villain of Transmigration is reborn

Chapter 105 Want to hold a party at the end of the day (23)

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The little girl numbly opened the door.

Looking around, although it is small, it is already considered a wide interior space in the doomsday disaster.

All the furniture has been removed.

All that was left was empty and clean.

Except for the single bed in the bedroom, there is not even a sofa left.

——Rough enough.

Gu Yiyi felt that she had lost hope and dreams in her life.

He is about to lose his integrity.

Heartache.

Like a salted fish lying on the bed, the useless girl lazily raised her fair fingertips to block the sunlight that escaped from the window.

Not even a curtain...

--Wait!
No curtains? ? ?

Gu Yiyi's mood instantly improved.

She stood up and got up, tugged at the man's sleeve, and raised her delicate eyebrows and black eyes: "Let's go shopping."

In order to prove that she was doing something serious, the little girl thought about it and added:
"By the way, inquire about the news."

There are very few people on the street.

In this precarious disaster, everyone has become vigilant and sensitive, and only a few supernatural beings have enough courage to ensure that they can save their lives after revealing their wealth.

The stalls on both sides are actually not very good.

After shopping for a long time, Gu Yiyi finally dragged the man to a small stall selling seeds without interest.

Basically, they sell food seeds.

It's useless, and it's a pity to lose it.

The little girl pointed to the sorted and preserved seeds, her dark eyes were a little joyful, and her voice was soft and waxy: "Are there any flower seeds?"

Hearing the voice, the peddler lifted his spirits and opened his drowsy eyes.

I saw the white and tender fingertips stretching out in mid-air, slender and soft, as soft as boneless.

Nails have a light pink in the sun.

He looked up, half of the girl's delicate little face was bathed in the sunlight, she was looking at him questioningly, her soft black hair was covered with a hazy halo.

Blinking blankly, the eyelashes are long and thick.

It's not like living in a hopeless doomsday.

It was an era of peace.

So, he felt a palpitation.

As if being stared at by some ferocious beast.

Slightly shifting his gaze slightly stiffly, he saw a pair of dark eyes with slightly elongated tails that were raised upwards.

Slightly narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

Soaked in a piece of ice-cold temperature.

He saw the corners of the pale and handsome man's lips slightly raised, and his low and hoarse voice spoke slowly.

However, there is a strong hostility lingering, which makes people feel chills down the spine:

"If you don't want to see something, don't look at it."

He lowered his head and said submissively: "Yes, I picked it up at home."

The little girl realized later that this was answering her question just now.

"About what type?"

He raised his eyes, and carefully glanced at the man with cold and pale eyes:

"The common ones are Phalaenopsis, Impatiens, Bailan..."

It may have been a long time since no one communicated.

The peddler's words gradually became long-winded.

He gradually let go of his restraint, and said happily: "When the end came, I happened to be resting at home."

"Seeing a big bag on the windowsill, I thought the food was just packed in the bag, but I didn't expect it to be the seeds bought by my mother."

Having said that, he visibly paused.

Then he changed the subject and said, "Fortunately, I still have some food in reserve, so I have survived until now."

Hear this rambling discourse.

The little girl turned her eyes and glanced at a boyfriend with an expressionless face.

She interrupted him with a weak voice, and quickly asked, "...then do you have any roses?"

"Rose?" The peddler was stunned for a moment, recalling carefully.

Some uncertainly said: "There should be."

　I seem to have a bit of a cold, dizziness, plus I'm not in good shape, and there may only be three shifts recently

　　
　
(End of this chapter)