Dad! Love My Daughter To Death

Liu Zhengyang sat behind the stall, sorted his medicinal pills, and sold them.

At the beginning of the sale, because there were too many similar vendors around, and Liu Zhengyang was a new face, many people didn't even look at Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei, and they sat there for nearly half an hour, so bored they had to sleep. on.

Fortunately, they persisted until nearly an hour before people began to ask.

Occasionally, there are a few sharp-eyed people who will buy what they need at a very low price.

With the successful purchase of monks going back to do publicity, Liu Zhengyang's booth also became lively.

Of course, it is purely the kind that is not prosperous.

In order to attract people who secretly want to kill him, Liu Zhengyang has been selling at a loss.

Zhong Qinglei looked at the side with trepidation, and said distressedly: "It's a big loss, a big loss, if these things are sold in a regular place, how much profit can it bring us, there are really even coffins sold in this kind of place. It's all a loss."

Liu Zhengyang took it seriously.

These are all medicinal pills he took out from the secret palace, and only a few of them were refined by himself.

But no matter which one it is, it is a very high-quality existence on the market.

The price that Liu Zhengyang sold was obviously much lower than its normal price.

However, in order to attract Liu Zhengyang's attention to the mastermind behind the scenes, he couldn't care less.

Liu Zhengyang was comforting himself as well as Zhong Qinglei, saying, "The overall situation is the most important."

Although Zhong Qinglei understood what was more important, he couldn't help but muttered, "Fortunately, I didn't make pills."

After selling all day's pills, Liu Zhengyang almost lost blood, and his reputation spread.

At least, those who have bought medicine pills from him know that he is Liu Zhengyang.

However, he still did not wait for the mastermind behind the scenes to appear.

"Is that guy doing it on purpose?" Liu Zhengyang complained to Zhong Qinglei angrily: "Although the loss of medicinal pills is nothing to me, I can't stand it like this half-selling and half-giving. Their news channels must be available. How far behind?"

"Then... why don't we change the method?" Zhong Qinglei suggested.

"That's impossible." Although Liu Zhengyang was upset, he had to admit: "If I want to find those guys, I still think fishing is the best way. Otherwise, there are hundreds of thousands of people in Tianmen City. A goal is like finding a needle in a haystack.”

"Are you sure they will appear?" Zhong Qinglei asked a little nervously.

"Of course I'm sure, just because I believe that those who impersonated me did not die for no reason." Liu Zhengyang said with confidence, but said angrily: "Those who impersonate me are deceitful, but they won't pay for it with their lives. ."

"Wait! Liu Zhengyang, aren't you sympathizing with the dead?" Zhong Qinglei looked at Liu Zhengyang in disbelief.

He could no longer understand Liu Zhengyang's brain circuit.

After all, in the world of monks, death is a very common thing.

Even the people who died at their hands were countless.

Although swaggering and cheating won't kill you, but you can't make Liu Zhengyang sympathize, right?

Liu Zhengyang nodded affirmatively and replied to Zhong Qinglei: "To a certain extent, they were killed because they impersonated me, and it is not wrong to say that they were implicated by me. Although I don't sympathize with them, but I have to find out whoever killed them."