doomsday lamb

Lang Hua maintained a habit.

Every Friday evening before taking Yang Xiaoxiao home, he had to walk around the campus of the junior high school in District 3 of Shashi, which really frightened the delinquent students.

Xiaoxiao has also reached a very clingy age. She always hangs around Lang Hua on weekends, chirping and playing around at night, which makes Lang Hua feel inexplicably happy when he is distressed.

However, Xiaoxiao's mother, Yang Qinghua, has always been quite hostile to Lang Hua. She often treats Lang Hua as an outsider, and does not allow her daughter to have too much contact with him.

But Xiaoxiao didn't listen to the teachings of this unqualified mother at all. Instead, she became closer to Lang Hua, which made Yang Qinghua even more disgusted with Lang Hua.

Others may not see it, but Lang Hua is well versed in the world.

Uncle Yang is middle-aged and has no children, but the couple has a lot of savings. On the other hand, Yang Qinghua spends as much as she earns, and there are even times when she cannot make ends meet.

The issue of division of property inheritance rights will indeed make people jealous when they are envious.

But because Lang Hua didn't have much interaction with her on weekdays, he simply didn't bother to talk to her.

Regarding the fact that her mother didn't care about her, the more Xiaoxiao showed her indifference, the more Lang Hua felt sorry for her.

Lang Hua, who was abandoned by his parents when he was young, probably understands this feeling. There are not many children who lack love in childhood and go on evil paths when they grow up. It is very rare that Xiaoxiao was not destroyed because of this.

"I'm super obedient. Lily and the others asked me to dye my hair, but I didn't even agree. The rose-brown hair color is super white and anti-blonde."

"Well, you're right to refuse. Look at your brother, I will shave these guys bald tomorrow."

"Ah, so cruel." Yang Xiaoxiao patted her chest with her little hand, showing a scared look, "Then you might as well kill them."

"Of course it's a joke." Lang Hua rolled his eyes at her, "I really want to shave my head off, what if the police officer wants to arrest me and put me in the police station again?"

"That's right." Yang Xiaoxiao nodded in agreement, "Who will cook for me when you go in?"

"Hey, what's going on with you? You're using your brother as a free nanny, right?"

"Hehe, it's free if you don't use it."

Lang Hua stretched out his finger and was about to hit the girl, but when he saw her suddenly shrinking her head and pretending to be scared, he suddenly felt soft and finally just touched her head.

Yang Xiaoxiao’s hair color tends to be dark brown. The upper part of her brown hair was braided and tied into a knot.

Finally, she fixed the ball-shaped bun with hairpins and tied it on the top of her head higher than her ears.

The air bangs on her forehead are thin and rolled inward, and the clear eyebrows can be vaguely seen. The gentle air bangs not only abandon the heavy feeling, but also modify the face shape, making the little girl look fresh and natural.

In the past two years, not only Lang Hua has grown and changed, but Xiaoxiao has also grown a lot. After the baby fat faded away, she became beautiful and lovely, and she gradually matured into a big girl, which made Lang Hua feel a little emotional.

Just as he was thinking a lot, the girl shook her head dissatisfiedly: "Oh, touch your head in moderation, you won't grow taller!"

"Then what should I do? I've already touched it, so I won't grow taller." Lang Hua found it difficult to do so.

"Hehe, you have to be responsible for me whether you grow taller or not, Brother Hua."

Yang Xiaoxiao picked up one of Lang Hua's arms and shook it, looking at him mischievously, as if his plan had succeeded.

"Okay, then I will be responsible...to lift you up. To encourage your growth. Let's see if you still dare to tease your brother." After saying this, Lang Hua didn't wait for the girl to dodge, and gently pinched Xiaoxiao's nose and lifted it up.

"Oh, I was wrong, I don't want you to be responsible. Just let go..."

"Oh, that's not possible. I can't let go of you today, a ghost like you."

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Fifteen years old is a very curious age. Yang Xiaoxiao grabbed the huge sack behind Lang Hua and hurriedly pulled the tape to seal it and checked it.

"Brother, this bag is so heavy. What's in it? There's not even a mark on it, it's mysterious. I'll open it, I'll open it. Oops, this seal is so difficult to tear..."

Lang Hua was speechless and handed her a pair of scissors.

"Wow."

"Hey, you're done. Huh? This, this, this..."

The sack's seal is wide open, and the cold light is scattered, making it full of visual impact under the bright white light.

"Six-handled cold steel self-locking spring knives, five triangular military spurs, two hand-forged large-head straight knives, two extra-hard hardness ruler-length manganese steel machetes, four-handled military manganese steel folding multi-functional engineer shovels, Felix camping

Tomahawk set... Two pneumatic steel ball pistols, one bottle of filling liquid and gas, three boxes of high carbon steel balls, one box of weighted rubber bullets, two nail shooters, three boxes of nail bullets, three tiger hand crossbows with pulleys

, a box of special arrows.”

Lang Hua flicked the list in his hand and nodded with satisfaction: "The goods are complete and I also gave some gadgets."

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He reached at the bottom and pulled out a small bag, which contained some small items such as a wire saw, a paratrooper rope, a magnesium spark rod, and a whetstone.

Not all the items in the list were here. The larger axes, shovels, and knives were really unable to be delivered through the city to their homes without being discovered, so they were packaged and sent directly to the secret base outside the city.

The package delivered to Lin Qian's house two days later was also arranged in the same way. I hope Uncle Yang and Sister Qian can survive by relying on these equipment.

After all, in the original plan, he would leave alone in three months in order to complete the next phase of the layout as quickly as possible.

But for now, let’s take one step at a time.

There are five more order packages like this, which will also be sent to the secret base to receive them, waiting for the moment when darkness falls.

"What a pity. With my current means, this is already the limit." Lang Hua said to himself.

Well-made military crossbows and even coveted real guns and live ammunition cannot be bought with money.

Fifteen-year-old Yang Xiaoxiao was not clear about the value of the bag of equipment in front of her, but she vaguely sensed that it must be valuable. As a former half-delinquent girl, she had occasionally heard of some of the names.

She had an intuition that this was definitely not something you could get from ordinary online shopping.

"Brother, which black street did you loot?" Yang Xiaoxiao opened her mouth in surprise, almost enough to fit an egg in it.

When Lang Hua heard this, he waved his hand: "Pull it down, brother, I bought it from a serious website."

"I heard that this kind of thing needs to be registered with the Public Security Bureau. They won't allow you to buy so much."

Unconsciously, Yang Xiaoxiao's tone became a little anxious.

"Yes, just pay more and let the seller bear the consignment. They have a way."

The girl was gradually shocked and speechless by Lang Hua's nonchalant tone: "Even the most serious enthusiast wouldn't do this, brother, you are breaking the law!"

Lang Hua focused on observing the quality of the goods, knocking here and there, and casually responded: "It would be nice if I didn't get caught."

A "plop" sound.

Lang Hua turned around and saw the girl sitting there, crying, and secretly screamed.

Talking too much leads to mistakes. Lang Hua forgot that he was just an ordinary girl. It was too thoughtless to tell the whole truth in front of her.