Apocalypse: The Fat Lady Strikes Back

Listening to Lu Zhengqing's words, Qiao Lingxiang kept nodding her head, and said seriously:

Brother Zhengqing is suffering, Brother Zhengqing is too powerful.

Hearing this, Lu Zhengqing smiled triumphantly.

He turned his head and looked at Qiao Lingxiang's booth. There were only a few watermelon knives left, and he let out a hehe and asked:

Almost sold out?

Yeah, daggers are best sold. Many people buy them to defend themselves for their wives and daughters,

Qiao Lingxiang sat on the stone stool, while fiddling with the remaining watermelon knife, she answered Lu Zhengqing.

Lu Zhengqing, who was sitting on the booth, said to Cen Yi behind Qiao Lingxiang:

Brother Cen, this dagger is so easy to sell, why don't you make some patterns on the scabbard to take care of the female market?

Cen Yi, who was crossing his legs, let out a chi to show that he was too lazy to do it, then raised his eyelids, glanced at Lu Zhengqing, sneered, and ignored him.

Lu Zhengqing poked Qiao Lingxiang.

Qiao Ayaka, who was fiddling with the watermelon knife, looked at it slowly with doubts in her eyes, and asked:

Is there something wrong? Brother Zhengqing?

Lu Zhengqing looked at Qiao Lingxiang, who had no tacit understanding with him, and asked with peach blossom eyes:

Xiangxiang, do you think it would be more attractive to add some patterns on the scabbard?

Qiao Lingxiang, who felt it was completely unnecessary, felt Lu Zhengqing's expectation, and nodded hesitantly,

Yes~~

Look, Xiangxiang thinks so!

Lu Zhengqing immediately clapped his hands, squatted beside Cen Yi, smiled like a male vixen, and said:

Brother Cen~~um~~~???

Cen Yi's face turned ugly when he heard this whining sound, he was shaking with goosebumps, looked at Lu Zhengqing with cold eyes, and uttered a word,

roll!

Zha~

Lu Zhengqing rolled to sit on another stool, and went to talk to Mi Ranyi again.

It may be because the news of the closure of Xiangcheng Hospital and Xiangcheng Middle School has spread, so people's hearts are floating, and there are a little more people in the trading house.

So, Lu Zhengqing, who didn't set up a stall, was talking to Mi Ranyi, and at the same time, he looked at the stall owners who wanted to set up a stall, and whether they occupied their stalls. If there were any, he would go up and tell them. , saying this is their stall.

A local tyrant with an arrogant attitude.

After a while, when it was time to eat at noon, Qiao Lingxiang was counting how many energy coupons they had earned, then turned around and said to Cen Yi:

I see there are baked sweet potatoes over there, brother Cen Yi, let me go and buy some roasted sweet potatoes for you.

Cen Yi let out a hmm, the game on the phone was extremely intense, he didn't look up, but he freed a hand, and handed Qiao Lingxiang a dagger with a few simple patterns engraved on the scabbard, and said:

Take it for self-defense, if you have something to shout, brother can hear you.

good.

Qiao Lingxiang took the dagger that Cen Yi handed over and looked at it carefully. It was small, about the size of a utility knife, but a utility knife was easy to break, while the dagger Cen Yi made was very hard and sharp.

It is indeed perfect for girls to put it in their sleeves for self-defense.

Cen Yi raised his eyes and saw that she liked it, so he smiled, frowned and confessed,

Don't sell it, it's specially made for you.

His hands trembled a little, but he didn't say it.

Because he wanted to make a dagger for Qiao Lingxiang, which was harder, sharper, and better in metal quality than other daggers, so he played with his life and ate the little bit of supernatural energy that he had finally accumulated after eating two bowls of dumplings in the morning. , used up once again, and also overdrawn a lot.

Now his hands are shaking, his feet are weak, his concentration is not so concentrated, and there is a layer of cold sweat on his back.

But this kind of thing, speaking out would hurt his man's face, so naturally he couldn't say it.

Thank you Cen Yige.

The chubby girl smiled cutely, just like a white bun, her voice was soft, it was many times better than Lu Zhengqing's artificially contrived whine, the flesh on her face was probably soft even when pinched of.

Seeing this, Cen Yi was also happy, but he only waved his hand to indicate that she could go.

After Qiao Lingxiang put away the dagger, walked to the stall selling roasted sweet potatoes, and asked the price, the owner of the stall selling roasted sweet potatoes immediately got up and greeted Qiao Lingxiang very graciously.

said:

Well, I don't want your money anymore, I'll give you two sweet potatoes, can you exchange a dagger with me?

The trading house is very big, but there are not many people who come to set up stalls now, and Cen Yi's booth is at the most conspicuous entrance of the trading house.

Although the stall selling roasted sweet potatoes, the location is not bad.

The trading house has just started to operate, and the stall owners who come here to set up stalls can apply for a stall with a good location.

But Cen Yi said that the stalls of the boys were the most golden positions in the entire trading house. No matter when entering the trading house or leaving the trading house, they had to pass through these booths.

Therefore, the stall owner who sells sweet potatoes has been watching Cen Yi and Qiao Lingxiang sell daggers.

There was some embarrassment on his upright face, and he said to Qiao Lingxiang:

It's like this. I have a daughter who is studying in a middle school in the suburbs.

His family lived outside the city, and they planted a sweet potato field. This time when they went to the city, they sold some stocks in the cellar, because the daughter of the family had to study, and without energy coupons, the schools in the suburbs would not provide accommodation.

So the stall owner went to the city to sell some sweet potatoes to earn energy coupons.

The girl lives in the suburbs, and it is not safe to walk home at night every day. Even if she stays there, she is afraid that something bad will happen to her in this world, so the owner of the stall was moved and wanted to buy it for his daughter. a dagger.

Just, for self-defense.

After hearing this, Qiao Lingxiang touched the dagger hidden in her sleeve. It must not be sold, and Cen Yi said that it could not be sold, even if it was killed.

So Qiao Ayaka said:

Then wait, I'll go back and see if there are any daggers.

She turned around and walked in the direction of Cen Yi, just in time to see the entrance of the trading house, and a group of boys with hair dyed in various colors came in, laughing and making noise.

Some of the black-haired boys saw such a large Qiao Lingxiang at a glance, moved to Yuedian's ear, pointed at Qiao Lingxiang, and glanced at Cen Yi who was sitting at the booth by the door, shut up and did not speak again up.

Qiao Lingxiang felt that these black-haired boys looked familiar. After thinking about it, she suddenly realized that they were the boys who were robbed of their mobile phones with Cheng Tian yesterday.

I also saw the leader, a very non-mainstream boy with a tattoo on his chin, looking at her with disgust and mockery, full of malice.

A posture of doing something

Do things, do things~~! ! !