Chief don't slap in the face

Several companions urged him, but Xia Bao took a few deep breaths and endured it. He was not an idiot, he beat Xia Ye half to death, and he didn't dare to snatch the core of the master in the street, or he would be caught by the security guards and taken to the mine as a pawn. slave labor!

"When I go to Huangyu Gusen, I will abolish this kid and take back the dominator core!"

Xia Bao plans to hit a trash, he is full of confidence.

"correct!"

Xia Ye stopped suddenly.

"What? Scared?"

Xia Bao raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself, is this kid going to be subdued?It's a pity it's too late!

"Aren't you a summer leopard? It's more appropriate to change it to a leopard's mouth snatching food!"

Xia Ye waved his hand: "Goodbye!"

"Brother Leopard, this guy has such a cheap mouth!"

The companions were angry.

"Wait until the blood survival trial, I will beat out his shit, and let him eat it back!"

Xia Bao pinched his phalanx and clicked, his eyes were full of killing intent.

"There are so many things to prepare!"

The trial will start in half a month, so you have to go to the Fengjing Ruins to try your luck in the jungle, and you have to leave the day after tomorrow at the latest, otherwise you won't be able to come back.

"Hey, the things you bought just now are very good!"

Someone tapped the shoulder.

Before Xia Ye could turn around, a girl in neutral clothes walked side by side: "That core is worth at least one thousand dollars. If that old man knew, he would cry and hang himself from a tree!"

"You want to split in half?"

Xia Ye pouted.

"Who do you take me, Mo Wuheng?"

The neutral girl frowned, raised her elbow and bumped into Xia Ye's arm.

"Ha ha!"

Xia Yeye didn't care: "Then what's the use of great craftsmanship?"

"I want to ask you, do you still have that strange thing?"

Mo Wuheng patted his pockets: "I want them all, just enough knives and coins, and don't ask me to make them!"

"Yes, but wait until tomorrow!"

Xia Ye didn't refuse, the status of a mechanism master is not low, let alone such a young one, he doesn't care, but my sister needs a friend.

Let Xia Lingyue walk through Brown Sugar and Mo Wuheng, and she should be able to get some shelter.

Another point is that Xia Ye needs to order some equipment. Instead of looking for those unfamiliar shops, it is better to trade with this straightforward girl.

Of course, although Mo Wuheng was dressed neutrally and had a flat chest, he had a pretty face, which was also a plus.

"Go, go to the store!"

Hearing Xia Ye's answer, Mo Wuheng was very satisfied, and pulled him away: "Just pick whatever you need, and give it away for free!"

The buddy made by Da Mo was devastated, and it was fine if he didn't taste the strange things. Who made himself a poor ghost, but seeing the boy earn more than 2000 knives in less than an hour, his mentality immediately exploded.

"That's the money of the Great Prophet!"

The man could only comfort himself with this, and waved the feather duster fiercely: "If I see that half-blind man again, I will definitely beat him to the knees and beg for mercy!"

Then, he saw Xia Ye and Da Jiangzao walking in side by side.

"are you talking about me?"

Under the sun, Xia Ye smiled brightly, with eight white teeth shining brightly.

"Uh!"

The guy was sluggish, and a strong loss and jealousy spread in his chest. He is a waste who lives in a slum, why should he chat and laugh with a beautiful master?

"Do you think I'm not worthy to walk with Da Jiangzao?"

Xia Ye teased.

"Please call me Mo Wuheng!"

The neutral girl corrected: "Also, don't call me a master craftsman!"

"Have they all reached the point of calling each other names?"

The buddy felt his heart ached, uncomfortable, and wanted to cry. Although Mo Wuheng was a pauper, he was still a mechanism engineer. He felt that it would not take long for him to be promoted, raise his salary, become a shopkeeper, marry her, and go on the road The pinnacle of life, but now, the dream is shattered.

"He has rabbits!"

Thinking of the evaluation of Xia Ye when he first met him, Mo Wuheng muttered, a little proud, because he had a good eye for people.

"Yes, he has rabbits!"

The buddy was convinced, what he said he was one of the famous double wastes of the Xia family, how could he have ten knives in a week?

Indeed, they don't have ten Dao coins now, but they have a thousand!

This is a sky-high salary that I can't earn back in 100 years!

"Okay, hurry up and repeat what you just said!"

Mo Wuheng brought brushes, dyes and silk, and was excitedly preparing to record. As a mechanism engineer, she was full of great desire to explore any new things that were born.

Chapter 12 Survival Maniac

There is no paper in this year, and bamboo slips are used for writing. For the convenience of carrying and collection, animal skins and silk are occasionally used.

"Will it be too wasteful?"

The production of silk is small, and like grain, it can be used as currency. After it is written with dye, it is naturally wasted.

"As long as I think what you said is precious enough, it's fine!"