Chapter 32: Go to bed one minute later every day, and the King of Hell will be one minute closer to
Seeing his extremely surprised look, Song Zhexia seemed very calm, "It's just that the number of flints is a little small, only three carts."
Shen Hongye still couldn't believe it, so he followed Song Zhexia out to see.
When he came out of the yard and saw the three carts of flint, his jaw almost dropped.
It's like a fucking dream!
The flint that was extremely difficult for others to snatch, but his weak and unable to take care of herself managed to snatch three carts in one go!
"That's three carts of flint!" Shen Hongye exclaimed, "Xia Xia, you're amazing!"
He was so excited that his eyes were wet. He patted Song Zhexia's shoulder and said solemnly: "It must have taken a lot of effort, right?"
"It's OK, but it's a little hard to get." Song Zhexia stretched and said, "Big Brother, can you teach me how to make pills tonight if you have time?"
Shen Hongye looked a little sad, "Sorry, Xia Xia, I can't do it tonight, I have to go to the grave."
"Visiting the grave?"
Song Zhexia raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "Has something happened to our sect?"
Shen Hongye shook his head, "It's my brother's sword."
As he spoke, he could no longer hold back his tears, "It has been with me for so many years, and it has suffered a lot of wear and tear, but I have never had the money to repair it. Now it is cracked so badly!"
Song Zhexia: “…”
"Actually..." The corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
The sword could still be salvaged.
"Xia Xia." Shen Hongye interrupted: "Senior Brother understands what you want to say."
"No need to comfort me." He choked up and said, "It takes ten years to sharpen a sword. Senior brother has been sharpening this sword for nearly fifteen years, but I didn't expect it to disappear while I was sharpening it!"
Seeing him crying so hard, Song Zhexia quickly took out a handkerchief and handed it to him. Guigui beside him shook his head sympathetically and ordered a background music for him: [Memories are wound up and always report on time...]
It really brings out the atmosphere.
In the end, Shen Hongye cried out like a monkey and left sadly.
Song Zhexia stood there, patted the turtle's head, and began to cry uncontrollably, "Why did you play such a sad background music?"
Turtle looked up at the dark sky and said sadly: [It’s time, it’s emo. ]
Song Zhexia: “…”
Is your system also so non-mainstream? !
The evening breeze gradually dispersed the mist in the sky. On a nearby pavilion, a young man leaned against a pillar with his hands clasped across his chest, his brows raised with laziness.
He did not deliberately conceal his breath this time. The moment his eyes fell on Song Zhexia, the latter looked up at him quickly as if he had been electrocuted.
[How dare you, who is this dog trying to harm me?!]
When Song Zhexia met Wei Jinyou's eyes, his eyelids twitched heavily, and he greeted him with a smile, "Brother Wei, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet!"
[Sleep a little later every day, the King of Hell will be closer to you, come on, you kidney-deficient dog! ]
[I will start taking liver supplements when I get back. I will definitely live longer than you. When you are bedridden and unable to move, I will touch another handsome boy’s hand in front of you. Hahahaha!]
Wei Jinyou: “…”
The young man raised his chin slightly, indicating that he heard Song Zhexia's greeting.
After she turned around and continued walking, Wei Jinyou stared at her back silently.
[Brother, have you seen enough? I’ve been walking all day and my feet are really itchy. I want to scratch them!]
Wei Jinyou: “…”
It was not until Song Zhexia's figure completely disappeared from his sight that the blood python climbed up from his shoulder, "Master, this is really strange."
"This flint is extremely rare. Even our people have a hard time getting it from the shop. How on earth did she manage to get three carts of flint?"
The young man slowly withdrew his gaze, his eyelids drooped coldly, and his thin lips moved slightly, "Are you curious about her?"
Blood Python:?
Wei Jinyou narrowed his eyes and continued, "Since you are curious, I will go with you to take a look tomorrow."
Blood Python: "..."
Depend on.
If you want to go, just go. Why let me take the blame?
...
The next day, Song Zhexia slept until noon before getting out of bed, and patted Guigui to wake him up.
After breakfast, Guigui watched her fly out of the sect on her sword and asked curiously: [What are you going to do now? ]
Song Zhexia said calmly, "Grab the flint."
Turtle:?
[Didn’t you just rob three cars yesterday? ]
"Turtle, you are just too young."
Song Zhexia curled his lips and said, "We have to look to the long term. Three carts of flint are not enough."
Turtle yawned and said sleepily: "I understand. It's just like women love bags and lipstick. You can use them, but you can't live without them."
Song Zhexia tapped its head gently, "Not bad, my son has finally gotten the hang of it."
【…】
Is there anyone who calls a noble system like that?!
Not far behind her, Wei Jinyou was flying his sword slowly and leisurely, concealing his aura quite well.
The blood python lay on his shoulder, squinting its eyes comfortably, and still chewing the animal food in its mouth.
After chewing a few bites, Wei Jinyou threw the biscuit next to its mouth away, saying in disgust: "It's so noisy."
Blood Python: "..."
After hearing this, the snake became autistic.
Seeing Song Zhexia land, Wei Jinyou also landed not far behind her.
It was noon, and the shop owner had just opened the door and hadn't even put up the sign yet, when a man came up behind him and said, "Boss Wang."
Hearing this voice, Wang Shuncai turned around slowly. When he saw that the person coming was Shen Hongye, he raised his chin arrogantly and said, "I've already said that the number of flints is limited. If you, Qianqiu Pavilion, are sincere in buying them, you need to raise the price five times."
Hearing this, Shen Hongye's face turned pale. When he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly remembered something and clenched his fists silently.
My junior sister spent the whole day grabbing flints yesterday. She worked so hard and I didn’t want to fall behind.
So he stopped and insisted, "Can we negotiate the price?"
“Heh.” Wang Shuncai pouted and said sarcastically, “Don’t buy it if you don’t have money. The number of flints is limited and it’s hard for everyone to get them. Poor people don’t deserve to own them!”
"you……!"
"Me what?" Wang Shuncai sneered, "Don't blame me at Qianqiu Pavilion. If you want to blame someone, blame it on offending a big sect like Luoyun Sect. Their people specifically told me not to sell it to you!"
Being ridiculed like this, Shen Hongye's eyes turned red with anger. He flicked his sleeves heavily and turned away.
He had only walked a short distance when his eyes casually swept across the street to the steamed bun shop when he noticed Song Zhexia who was chewing a meat bun. His gaze softened a lot.
Shen Hongye was about to go up to say hello, when he saw Song Zhexia swallowing a big meat bun in one breath under the boss's shocked gaze, holding Guigui and rushing, "Gugui, get to work."
She was so fast that before Shen Hongye could react, Song Zhexia had already passed him by.
In the dark, Wei Jinyou followed with an expressionless face, and his speed was so fast that it created a gust of wind on the street, causing Shen Hongye to spin several circles.
Outside the shop, three people were loading flint onto the trucks. Seeing that four trucks were already full, the man in the lead smiled brightly, facing Wang Shuncai's angry eyes, and said proudly, "Boss Wang."
"I'll take your flint."