Nirvana at the end of the world, hoard hundreds of millions of supplies and win

Before Bai Wei could answer, a woman's scream came from the bedroom.

"Husband, son, come here quickly."

The two men ran over quickly, and even Bai Wei ran over.

"What's wrong?" Bai Wei's voice stopped suddenly.

The family of four stood blankly at the door of the bedroom, looking inside with greed in their eyes.

"Ah, we're rich!"

A scream like a murderous chicken came from the room.

The boy quickly stepped forward to open a bag of bread and wolfed it down. He had not eaten for a long time.

The woman looked at the boy with distress, patted his back and said softly: "Son, eat slowly, there is still a lot."

I have completely regarded the materials here as my own.

Zhang Xiaohua stamped her feet anxiously beside her, glanced at Ye Qingcheng, and saw her sitting on the sofa, calmly turning on the TV and looking for a channel.

I flipped the remote control over in my hand, but never received a station.

Zhang Xiaohua knew that this incident was caused by herself and must be solved by herself.

He took a deep breath and rushed in with a machete in his hand: "Stop it and put down my supplies."

Before the man could react, the machete had already been swung out, slashing at everyone he saw with his eyes closed.

Bai Wei was so frightened that she shouted: "Are you crazy?"

Zhang Xiaohua looked fierce: "Yes, I'm just crazy. I let you in with good intentions, but I didn't expect you to want to steal my supplies and fight with you."

Zhang Xiaohua is a person with superpowers and has great strength. He also held a big knife in his hand. The middle-aged man was stabbed, and he was immediately dripping with blood.

Just as she was about to inflict another stab on her head, a sudden force of gravity came over her head, and a stream of heat flowed down from her head, blurring her eyes.

Zhang Xiaohua fell straight to the ground, revealing Bai Wei's fierce expression behind her. A stone was held high in her hand, still stained with blood.

The middle-aged woman gave Bai Wei a thumbs up: "My daughter, you are amazing."

The boy also laughed and rushed into the snack pile, "Great, these supplies are all ours. Sister, go get me a glass of water. I'm dying of thirst."

The young man tore open the snack bag in his hand and ordered Bai Wei to pour water. He did not even look at his seriously injured father, which was very cold.

The key is that everyone present takes it for granted.

Bai Wei hurriedly went to pour water, then she remembered that there was someone else on the sofa, and the alarm immediately went off.

Then he thought that the other party was also a helpless girl, so he relaxed his vigilance and threatened her.

"You'd better get out of here, or don't blame me for being rude."

Ye Qingcheng suddenly turned her head and just looked at Bai Wei quietly, her eyes so cold that it made her feel as if she was seeing a devil in hell, and her hair stood on end.

Subconsciously, he shrank his neck and backed away, and the boy's impatient voice sounded in the bedroom.

"Sister, what are you doing? I want to drink water..." Before the last word was finished, she saw Ye Qingcheng sitting on the sofa, and a smile suddenly spread across her face.

"Sister, is this your classmate? She's so good-looking."

Before Bai Wei could say anything, the young man took a few steps and sat down next to Te Qingcheng. He looked at her fine figure unscrupulously and whistled at her.

"Hello, classmate, I am the master of this family. What is your name?"

As he said that, his skill was about to touch her face.

Just when his hand was an inch away from his face, Ye Qingcheng moved. He grabbed the hand in front of him with his backhand and pulled it back. With a slight click, a deafening shout rang out in the living room.

The boy's right hand was broken off.

His right hand hung feebly in the air, swaying, bloody and oozing.

The boy's scream attracted the parents in the room. When they saw the sudden appearance of Ye Qingcheng, their eyes were all wary.

"Who are you? How did you get into my house?"

In the blink of an eye, he saw that his precious son's right hand was disabled, and he immediately cursed: "Bai Wei, how do you take care of your brother?"

Bai Wei shrank back in fear and shook her head vigorously: "It wasn't me, it was her. That woman broke off my brother's hand."

The middle-aged man who rushed out saw Ye Qingcheng, his eyes flashed, and his voice softened unconsciously: "Did you do it?"

Ye Qingcheng did not answer, but walked around the man and walked towards the bedroom.

When passing the middle-aged woman, her clothes were grabbed by her, and she met a pair of vicious eyes.

"Damn woman, how did you get into my house? Husband, kill her."

Ye Qingcheng suddenly smiled, like a hundred flowers blooming, so beautiful that both father and son's eyes were a little deep.

She crossed her arms across her chest, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world: "What did you say? Your family?"

A flash of jealousy flashed in the middle-aged woman's eyes. She was so good-looking, she was really a fox.

"Of course it's my home."

Ye Qingcheng lowered his eyes and looked down. He grabbed the hand holding his clothes and kicked the middle-aged woman several meters away. The sofa behind her was also overturned.

I just heard her say coldly: "You have to figure it out. This is my home. I took Zhang Xiaohua in, and Zhang Xiaohua took you in. Do you understand?"

After the conversation between them just now, Ye Qingcheng was certain that this family did not know who the owner of this room was.

They thought Zhang Xiaohua couldn't afford such a house, but they could.

"Mom, are you okay? Ye Qingcheng, are you crazy? This is called murder, and you will be jailed."

Ye Qingcheng raised his eyebrows: "So you recognize me."

Bai Wei's expression paused, and he snorted coldly: "A man of the hour on campus, a licking dog next to a famous school boy, a sick princess, who doesn't know you in school?"

"So, do you think I can afford this house?"

Bai Wei stopped talking. Her family is a top-tier rich person. It would not be surprising to buy the entire building, let alone this house.

"Ye Qingcheng, how can you, a princess like you, be friends with that poor guy Zhang Xiaohua?"

No one can look down on someone who is superior.

A low-spirited person with low self-esteem who is too timid to even raise his head.

Their natures are two parallel lines that can never intersect.

"Because she is kind and upright. If I don't be friends with her, how can I be friends with a robber like you who comes to rob someone's house?"

Bai Wei's expression changed: "I'm not a robber."

"Haha, if that's the case, then please give back my water and food."

He turned around and walked towards the bedroom. When he saw Zhang Xiaohua lying in a pool of blood, his expression immediately changed, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He reached out to lift her up and carried her to the bed, stopped her bleeding, and checked her head.

I had a slight concussion and a lot of blood loss, but nothing serious.

As soon as he finished the inspection, he felt a crisis coming from behind, and his figure flashed to the side.