The End of the Book: Becoming a Cannon Fodder Rich Lolita at the Beginning

"Master Meng, I advise you to take care of yourself."

Ning Wan snorted coldly, then stumbled forward in high heels.

The tall white tiger beside her also shook his head.

As if he was hit silly.

He crawled out with his head shaking.

After they left, the courtyard returned to peace.

Everyone had different expressions.

He Yong scratched his bald head, still confused.

To be honest, he didn't understand what happened from beginning to end.

It seemed that the beautiful woman came over to borrow something, and then old man Meng refused to lend it.

Old man Meng is really a person who can't get along with.

Not only did he refuse to lend it, but he also hit her big chest.

Too violent.

But the beautiful woman didn't seem to give up.

She should come again in three days.

"I didn't expect General Anguo's hand to be so long."

The middle-aged woman suddenly spoke, and a trace of worry flashed across her worried face.

"This Wild Dog Ridge is so far from Yandu."

After she finished speaking, Jiaojiao's face was not good either.

Her cold little face was also filled with a lot of complex emotions.

"Second Uncle Meng, what should we do next?"

The middle-aged woman looked at Old Man Meng again and asked worriedly.

"That Ning Guan's words don't sound like a joke. I'm afraid he will come with bad intentions in three days."

After she asked, the mute girl Jiaojiao quickly gestured to Old Man Meng.

"When the enemy comes, the general will stop him; when the water comes, the earth will cover it."

A fierce look flashed across Old Man Meng's eyes, and then he said in a hoarse voice.

He paused halfway through his speech.

He glanced at the little Lolita and He Yong standing next to him, and then continued to speak in a hoarse voice.

"Besides, we don't have any reagents!"

When he said this, the stone table shook again.

The fair little Lolita was also amused, and nodded with her lips pursed lightly.

What a good one who is trying to cover up the truth.

"What are you laughing at?"

When old man Meng saw the expression of the little white girl, his face became stern.

"What a joke."

"You little girl, pretending to be sophisticated every day."

"You hurry up and send the supplies to me tomorrow. I will cure your illness in the next two days. Get out of here."

Old man Meng said one sentence after another.

After he finished speaking, he walked directly to the stone house.

"Why don't you come in and get treated?"

The little girl standing in the yard was stunned.

The next second, her starry eyes flashed.

A playful look flashed across her.

Good guy.

She's pretending to be this old man.

"Hmm."

The little girl groaned, then raised her fleshy little fist and gestured twice subconsciously.

Then, the little girl walked into the stone house.

...

At night.

The stone house was as bright as day.

The soft light was scattered in every corner of the room.

On the far left side of the stone house, there is a gray single bed.

On the single bed, a little girl is sitting cross-legged in meditation.

Above the little girl's head, there are soft sunlight.

The light shines on the white little girl's head.

This little girl is more holy, like a little angel who has fallen to the earth.

At the feet of this little girl, there is a fiery red little fox lying.

The little fox is resting comfortably, licking the corners of his lips from time to time, as if he is dreaming of something delicious.

Next to these two, there is a spirited old man.

The old man is wearing a yellow jersey.

He keeps raising his hand, and a faint soft light overflows from his palm.

But every time a ray of light overflows, the old man's face becomes a little worse.

But the old man is still shining.

"I have a question."

Suddenly, a baby voice sounded in the stone house.

"Since you knew they would come back in three days, why didn't you kill them then?"

There was a hint of chill in the soft and tender voice.

The little girl still closed her eyes, but her light pink mouth was opening and closing.

But even if she said it, there was no response from the stone house.

The old man was still treating her calmly.

I don't know how long it took before a childish sigh sounded in the stone house.

"Chinese people, foolish kindness."

"But who can be immune to this?"

If others don't offend me, I won't offend others.

But unless others really hurt themselves.

Otherwise, the upbringing in the bones of Chinese people will not let themselves take the initiative to hurt others.

Few people can be immune to this.

The night is long.

The light in the stone house has never been extinguished.

...

Late at night.

Magic City, Beidou Base.

Castle, tenth floor.

In a guest room.

A young man was lying on the luxurious bed.

The young man was wrapped in white bandages, and the only part of his face that was exposed was covered with bruises.

Next to the young man, there was a woman in white.

A faint light was blooming in the palm of the woman's hand.

That lightThe light was faint and soft, and finally slowly transferred into the young man's body.

"How is he?"

Behind the woman in white, stood a charming girl.

At this time, the charming girl was wearing a maid outfit and holding a small black and white ball in her hand.

"Miss Xue'er, his injury has stabilized."

"Okay, you go down."

Shen Xue'er glanced at the woman in white.

The woman in white went down with the medicine box.

Looking at the back of the woman in white, Shen Xue'er's eyes flashed.

This woman in white is a newly recruited light-type mutant in their base.

There is only one in the entire base.

A precious bump.

I didn't expect it to be useful so soon.

After she thought about it, she looked at the bed again.

The young man on the bed still frowned, with a bit of resentment on his face.

"Gugu."

At this moment, the little ball in his arms began to stir.

Now, Shen Xueer had to look into her arms, her eyes soft.

"Little charcoal bun, are you hungry?"

"Coo choo."

The black and white little ball gurgled.

The next second, it was placed on the big bed.

Then, the charming girl pinched a small fruit from the plate next to it and fed it.

"Open your mouth, ah~"

"Miss Xueer, the young master has an urgent call."

At this moment, a strong man broke into the room.

...

Wild Dog Ridge.

The sky and the earth were dark.

All was silent.

In such an environment, a flashlight was moving forward in the dark.

"Brother He Yong, young master."

The man holding the flashlight was a small square face.

This small square face did not look very old, but his face was full of bitterness.

As he walked, he shook the radio communicator in his hand.

"Young master, where are you?"

The small square face was shouting in despair.

The word "resentful" was almost written on his face.

"Young master."

But he was still walking alone.

Even though he was moving forward, the radio communicator in his hand did not respond at all.

About ten minutes later.

Xiao Fangmian climbed up a small slope.

He was just about to stop and rest.

At this time, he heard a commotion under his feet.

It seemed like someone was talking.

But the distance seemed to be very far, and he could only hear a little bit.

"Major Cheng, my leg hurts."

"My leg seems to be broken."

"We seem to be trapped in here, Major Cheng."

...

Many voices came from under his feet.

For a moment, Xiao Fangmian's expression changed drastically.