In Li'an City, Ye Linglan started out of the city early in the morning, carrying the extraordinary main materials she had exchanged yesterday, preparing to return to Jing'an City.
Zhu Hongyu watched the other party leave silently.
Her three "big cuties" followed the armored vehicle to provide escort.
Now, there are only three or two small insect companions around her, and... a group of small fleas.
She sighed softly and started to turn back from the city gate.
She was a little troubled about how to gain the trust of the "artificial beggars" in the city.
This kind of love was always done by Xu Qingsong in the past, and maybe also by Tian Mo...
Their "missionary" activities in the third and fourth blocks of Jing'an City were relatively effective.
But... I did help out for a few days!
Zhu Hongyu raised her hand and gently patted her cheek, trying hard to recall what Xu Qingsong and Tian Mo had done.
Um…
There's nothing special about the statue, just chatting and helping out.
come on!
She secretly encouraged herself and walked towards the place where she saw and heard yesterday.
Of course, large-scale riots like yesterday's don't happen every day, and these "artificial beggars" don't have the physical strength to maintain an excited state for a long time.
But the current situation is totally unpredictable.
Just like what the brute said yesterday, lowly beggars can be bullied by anyone as long as no one is killed.
It is actually quite normal for people who are blessed by the gods, or ordinary people, to attack the gods in order to please them.
In order to survive, those "artificial beggars" can only numbly perform real begging behaviors.
Just like the scene before us.
An apparently ordinary person, but also obviously bullying others.
He carefully dripped his blood into a cup and handed it to the beggar at his feet, "A drink, please."
The scattered crowd nearby let out a few joking laughs, including... some beggars who were also beggars.
Life is already painful enough, they need to find some fun for themselves.
"Hey, you guys are still laughing, so I'll buy you a drink too."
The kind-hearted person who is giving alms is generous.
The expressions of the beggars who had just been laughing suddenly turned cold.
This blood can't be something strange.
"Laugh, why aren't you laughing?"
The man holding the coin in his hand was arrogant and began to twist his body quickly.
"Hmm...? What's the matter? It's itchy..."
On his neck, head, and the backs of his hands, more than a dozen walnut-sized fleas began to swell.
Their bodies were as red as blood, and when magnified to the size of a walnut, they looked extremely terrifying.
The crowd's attention automatically focused on Zhu Hongyu, whose features were very prominent.
With a clang, the coin fell to the ground. The face of the "heartless person" who gave the coin turned pale instantly, and he began to beg for mercy helplessly:
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, what did I do wrong? I'll change it!"
Insect breeder Daolu was famous for his "peaceful attitude" and he really couldn't figure out how he had offended the other party.
He didn't even dare to swat the fleas off his body.
"The god you believe in...is plague?"
Zhu Hongyu's voice contained a hint of annoyance.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Zhu Hongyu was silent for a few breaths, and then the dozen or so walnut-sized fleas jumped back from the other person.
The little fleas didn't eat alone, they lay on their owner's head and began to share the food happily...
"Go away..." She waved helplessly.
In this situation, what else can I say?
At most, let the little flea bite him twice to vent his anger...
The other party started to flee in panic.
Zhu Hongyu sighed softly, bought several doses of synthetic rations and drinking water from a nearby vending machine, and carefully distributed them to those "artificial beggars."
They looked at Zhu Hongyu in astonishment and reached out to take these things hesitantly.
Someone nearby seemed to have seen something funny, and a clear and pleasant laugh was heard.
"Hahahaha, you insect breeder, you're making me laugh to death, hahahaha, where did you come from, Divine Grace? Why are you so... cute?"
Zhu Hongyu suddenly turned around and saw the desire mentor she met yesterday, the daughter of the high-level Sister of Pain.
She was lying not far away, supporting her upper body with her right arm, looking over here and laughing.
Her voice was melodious, and had the quiet sound of the gurgling of a mountain spring.
Zhu Hongyu was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"What's the meaning?"
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