A Pirate's Counting Life

Shirley took Mark to the alley around the corner. The buildings were already deserted. The angry Shirley stomped a stone brick again.

Mark felt that Shirley's hand holding him was shrinking, and he was so frightened that he quickly used the weapon color to harden his palm.

The next second, the purple warehouse in Shirley's right hand turned into blood mist, and Mark's right hand was also pinched so hard that it made a clicking sound. If he hadn't been covered with armed domineering force, he would have said goodbye to the girl on the right.

"fraud!!"

Shirley stamped her foot hard, and a winding crack spread from her feet to the end of the alley.

Feeling that the force on his hand became weaker, Mark knew that the time had come to comfort the other person, and quickly withdrew his right hand from the other person's hand.

He gently hugged Shirley's shoulders and said comfortingly, "Xiao Li, don't be angry. Please describe the liar to me. I will ask the teacher to mobilize a hundred thousand navy to help you catch him."

Mark was not worried at all that his bragging would be exposed. He felt that Shirley must have been focusing on the purple warehouse at that time. How could she remember the face of a vendor?

Sure enough, after Shirley frowned and thought for a moment, she said unhappily, "The alley was too dark and I didn't see his face clearly."

Mark glanced at the bright alley and decided not to expose Shirley's lies. He comforted softly, "Xiao Li is not angry anymore. Don't you like Zicang? I will get one for you in a while. Don't mention Zicang." Xiaoli, if you want a powder warehouse, I can buy it for you!"

"Really?"

Shirley looked at Mark with some surprise, buried her head in Mark's chest with a happy face, and said softly, "Mark, you are so kind to me. I don't want purple warehouse anymore! Pink warehouse sounds very cute, you can really do it." Are you there?"

Shirley thought for a moment and added, "It doesn't matter even if you don't have it. I think white is pretty good."

"Hahaha! Don't worry, if I say it's there, it will be there. If I decide on the powder warehouse, even Jesus can't keep it, I said so!"

Mark smiled and rubbed Shirley's head and said softly, "Go to the grocery store where we stayed yesterday and wait for me."

"Ok!"

Shirley nodded obediently and walked towards Fifth Street, thinking about the color of the cage in the pink warehouse as she walked.

Mark randomly picked a pet store, pointed to the white hamster on the shelf, and asked the clerk on the side, "How much does this cost?"

"One has three hundred beliries, and three have one thousand beliries."

Mark looked at the clerk strangely. He suspected that the clerk was insulting his IQ, so he took out three hundred Baileys and handed it to him.

"Come one"

"Sir, I see that you are also a caring person. We are doing an event here. The first 390 customers who come to the store can buy three cute hamsters for only [-] beli, and we will also give you one as a gift. Purely handmade iron cage worth [-] nine beli, rare opportunity, first come first served.”

Mark rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "If you keep nagging me, I'll buy it elsewhere."

Upon hearing this, the clerk quickly closed his mouth, reached out to take Mark's Bailey, and roughly grabbed a hamster from the cage and handed it to Mark, turned around and walked towards the counter, preparing to put Bailey in the box behind the counter.

Mark didn't care about the other party's rudeness. He picked up the hamster and walked towards the barber shop across the street. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a man with colorful hair walking towards him on cat steps.

"Hey, does this handsome guy want to change his hair style? Our One Cut Barber Shop is the most famous on this street. We are currently doing a promotion to recharge [-] yuan and get [-] yuan back. The more you recharge, the more you will get back."

"Stop, stop, stop! How much does it cost to dye your hair here?"

Mark stretched out his hand to interrupt the other person's eloquent sales pitch. The man's eyes instantly lit up when he heard about hair dyeing. You can't make as much money from cutting your hair as you do from dyeing your hair.

"What color does the handsome guy want to dye it? What do you think of this magenta? I think it suits your temperament very well."

The man happily raised his orchid finger and lightly tapped Mark's chest muscles, and even gave him a wink.

"I didn't dye it, it dyed it! Dye it pink."

Mark took a half step back in disgust, handed over the hamster in his hand, and said in a deep voice

"I don't want to hear any nonsense from you. All you need to do is tell me if you can dye it and how many Baileys you want. If you tell me anything else, I'll beat the shit out of you!"

The man didn't mind Mark's tone at all. He reached out and took the hamster and started combing, coloring, and blow-drying the hamster.

The man once again walked to Mark on catwalk, and stopped Mark who was about to pay with his orchid finger.

"I like strong men, so I won't charge you any money this time."

Mark grabbed the hamster and turned around to leave. He didn't want to stay in this miserable place for a second.

"As expected of the man I like, he even walks so cool."

The man looked at Mark rushing out of the door with an intoxicated look on his face, and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his orchid finger.

After walking a block, Mark felt better. Looking at the pink hamster in his hand, Mark found that the other party's craftsmanship was quite good, and the coat color looked quite natural.

Although it's a bit disgusting, the workmanship is really good. As for the hamster's hair that will wear out its hair in the future, Mark is not worried at all.

He didn't believe that Shirley's cute personality could feed the little hamster. Mark walked around the [-]th block a few times and waited until the sun was about to set before walking into the [-]th block.

"Jamie!"

Mark waved to Jamie in the grocery store, and Jamie also said hello to Mark happily.

As soon as Mark walked into the backyard, he saw Shirley sitting on a stool surrounded by snacks. Shirley, who was eating snacks, sensed Mark's breath and quickly raised her head and waved to him.

"Mark! Come and try this"

After saying that, he stuffed a piece of pastry into Mark's mouth, and then stuffed the remaining half of the box into his mouth, puffing out his cheeks like a hamster.

"Don't you want a pink barn?"

"What powder warehouse?"

Shirley swallowed the cake hard, picked up the water glass on the side and took a big gulp of cold water, looking at Mark with a blank look on her face.

Looking at Shirley's expression, Mark felt that he might have overestimated Shirley. There was absolutely no way the hamster could survive a day in her hands.

"Oh! You mean the powder warehouse?"

It took a minute for Shirley to suddenly realize it. She remembered the sad incident a few hours ago and took a bite of the long bread in her hand with some sadness and anger.

Then he handed the long bread to Mark and said in a relaxed tone, "It doesn't matter if you don't find it, I suddenly don't like hamsters."

Mark's hand stretched out into the air suddenly stopped, and the hamster in his hand made a "squeaking" sound.

"Ah!! You really found the powder warehouse"

Shirley reached out to take the powder bin with an excited face, kissed Mark's cheek gently, selectively lost the memory of just now, put the hamster next to her cheek and rubbed it.

Mark picked up the loaf of bread that had been bitten by Shirley, took a light bite, and after chewing it twice, his expression changed.

After looking at the brand of long bread, he decided not to buy this brand of long bread in the future. It was simply too unpalatable.

Mark glanced at the hamster in Shirley's hand, rolled his eyes, took out a piece of bread, kneaded it into crumbs, and sat down next to Shirley.

"Come and feed the little guy with this."

Shirley casually took the crumbs from Mark and handed them to the hamster's mouth.

Looking at the hamster with a somewhat distorted expression, Shirley shouted anxiously, "Mark, what's wrong with Xiaofen? Is she sick?"

"It's okay, it's okay. It's probably a little acclimatized. Just let it play on its own for a while."

Shirley nodded and put the little guy on the ground. Mark put the loaf of bread on the table and said softly, "When the little guy is hungry later, leave this to him."

Shirley nodded and began to concentrate on eliminating the snacks. Everything that was not tasty was handed to Mark. Looking at the snacks piled up on the stone table, Mark felt that he should keep a pet, so that in the future Shirley could hand over the snacks that he didn't like. feed to pets

It is impossible for small pets like hamsters to solve this problem. Mark thinks raising a bear is a good choice.