Chapter 42: Bloody Past
Hearing that there was no movement in the supermarket, the weaker party felt a little disappointed. The bearded man standing at the front of the line stared in the direction of the supermarket with a look of hatred.
It's as if staring at someone would make them come out.
Both sides in the confrontation turned their attention back to their opponents.
At this moment, a dull sound as if a heavy object was being moved was heard from the gate, and both parties in the confrontation instantly shifted their attention to the past.
Xuanxuan's soft hair was draped over her shoulders, just covering the little black bird squatting on her shoulder. Xiaoluo walked out first with a cold and handsome face like a golden boy. Xiaoluo was angry because his mother looked unhappy.
It’s all because of those people outside making noise and making mom angry.
Wang Lin quietly poked Xia Kai and whispered, "It feels like Sister Rong's little Tyrannosaurus is about to come online. This is going to be difficult." Wang Lin felt a little strange. He was worried, but also had the illusion of wanting to watch a good show. Well, it must be an illusion.
The two parties blocking the door were a little surprised when they saw the two children coming out first.
There are places to house children in the safe zone. Children this young don’t need to work. As long as their parents are working, or one of the parents is gone, they can apply and receive subsidies or live directly in an orphanage.
Those who have children to raise should have entered the safe zone. In this kind of environment outside, wouldn’t it be a burden to bring children with you?
Rong Xianxian didn't know what the people outside were thinking after seeing the two young children. She looked at the crowd with mixed feelings. The two women standing at the front of the team were both wearing neat sportswear, one with long flowing hair and the other with short, capable hair.
Both were her college roommates.
When the short-haired woman saw Rong Xianxian, she frowned and an expression of disgust unconsciously appeared on her face.
He looked at the few people around Rong Xianxian, then turned back to look at the lineup of more than 20 people on his side, as if he had gained courage.
He straightened his back, raised his chin slightly, and curled his lips naturally, "Hey, isn't this the beauty of our Qingyi Medical Department? I didn't expect that you are an old acquaintance. For the sake of being old classmates, you can put down your things and leave."
The short-haired woman is named Zhang Linyu, and the long-haired woman next to her is named Zhang Xiaoxiao.
Zhang Linyu's condescending tone contained disdain and ridicule, which made Wang Qirui's eyes widen. He took a step forward and swung the whip with a "snap". The fiery red whip spun gracefully. Wang Qirui, who was in a bad mood, unconsciously activated the Golden Thunder Art, and the sound of the whip was as deafening as thunder.
"You're so shameless to ask us to put our things down." Wang Qirui looked at Zhang Linyu coldly.
Cui Lie glared at Wang Qirui with dissatisfaction. The voice was right next to his ear. Couldn't he move further away from it?
Zhang Linyu was startled and her legs were shaking. The team behind her was also in a commotion, with members whispering to each other. Zhang Xiaoxiao looked at the whip in Wang Qirui's hand with her eyes becoming more and more hot.
This is a treasure...
Zhang Xiaoxiao's undisguised gaze attracted the attention of both parties. "The weapon in his hand is a treasure dropped by the monster. They must have other treasures on them. Surround them."
As soon as Zhang Xiaoxiao finished speaking, the team of more than 20 people behind her suddenly dispersed and formed a circle, surrounding them in the middle.
The people with guns raised their guns and pointed them at Rong Xianxian and the others who were surrounded in the middle.
Look, in just one month, the moral bottom line of mankind has been broken again and again. People rob things in broad daylight, in full view of everyone, and feel justified in doing so.
Rong Xianxian didn't expect to meet Zhang Xiaoxiao at this time. In her previous life, she met her on the way north three months after the end of the world.
"Rong Xianxian, I heard before that you hooked up with a rich man and became his mistress. How come these are not your secret lovers?" Zhang Linyu spoke in a frivolous and sarcastic tone.
"You're the fucking mistress. Your whole family is mistresses." Wang Lin couldn't stand it anymore. She slapped this woman's mouth so hard that it was swollen.
It has been several years since I graduated from college. Although there is a class group, we haven’t seen each other for many years.
When Rong Xianxian gave birth to Xuanxuan, a good classmate of hers came here on a business trip and Rong Xianxian entertained her.
Later, the rumor spread among classmates that Rong Xianxian had married into a wealthy family.
Zhang Xiaoxiao and Zhang Linyu have spared no effort to discredit her, saying that she was a mistress of a rich man.
It now seems that even though she has been married for many years, Zhang Linyu's mouth is still as vicious as ever.
Zhang Xiaoxiao and Zhang Linyu are Rong Xianxian’s college roommates. The friendship in the girls’ dormitory can be very close or very superficial.
Rong Xianxian and Zhang Xiaoxiao are both young and beautiful girls, and are often compared by their classmates. Rong Xianxian is well-educated and has good grades, while Zhang Xiaoxiao is a real poor student. Good grades were still a plus on campus at that time, and Rong Xianxian has a tranquil temperament in her bones.
In short, in every comparison among the classmates, Rong Xianxian almost always had the upper hand, while Zhang Xiaoxiao became a supporting role.
Although Zhang Xiaoxiao was not convinced in her heart, she would at most say bad things about Rong Xianxian in secret and do some small harmless actions, which at least saved her face.
Rong Xianxian, who was devoted to studying and lazy about socializing with classmates, didn't notice anything.
This situation was completely broken until the arrival of Rong Xianxian's boyfriend Shang Yuege.
What happened next was very bloody. I don’t know if she was unwilling to accept it or if she really liked Shang Yuege, but Zhang Xiaoxiao stole Rong Xianxian’s first love, whom she had known since junior high school and had a romantic relationship with after graduating from high school.
Rong Xianxian brushed the hair that had fallen on her forehead and came back to her senses from the past. The once heartbreaking past now seemed more like a joke.
In her previous life, although she did not wait for Ning Qingyun, Rong Xianxian lived a pretty good life in her nearly five years of marriage with Ning Qingyun.
Rong Xianxian never regretted her marriage to Ning Qingyun, even though she had hated him in the desperate situation in her previous life.
What Rong Xianxian hated was that she was weak and cowardly after the end of the world, missed the opportunity, and failed to fulfill her responsibilities as a mother to provide a support for her children.
While Rong Xianxian was recalling things from her past life, Zhang Linyu was pointing the gun directly at her.
"Put down all the weapons in your hands and the things in your bag, and we can let you go." Zhang Linyu pointed the pistol in his hand at Rong Xianxian and ordered.
Although they don't have weapons spawned by monsters, they have guns. For hot weapons to compete with cold weapons, isn't that a piece of cake?
A pistol may not be enough to deal with monsters with thick skin or agility, but do these mortals in front of me dare to use their bodies to block the bullet holes?
Although hot weapons are limited by ammunition and will certainly not be as convenient to use as cold weapons in the future, but now that there is still ammunition, can cold weapons still cause any trouble?
As for the power of the treasure, no matter how powerful the treasure is, can it be faster than a bullet?
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