Hero Cultivation System

cell phone!

I finally have a mobile phone!

Liang Gong looked at the copycat Ai Kuan in his hand and had mixed feelings.

It is said that in China, where everyone has a mobile phone, even the beggar lying on the ground asking for small money has a mobile phone. People like him who have never used a mobile phone are probably an outlier among the outliers.

It’s not that I don’t have money, I can buy a copycat for 200 yuan and I’m crazy about it, but it’s not self-defeating either.

It's just that lonely people are not suitable for having mobile phones.

Because that thing can make you brain-dead when you're bored, plus there are little bastards like Liang Gong whose grandma doesn't kiss him and whose uncle doesn't love him. He can count his friends on one hand and still have them in his address book.

Isn't it too miserable to have two or three kittens?

Close your eyes and think about it. On a summer afternoon, a young boy was shirtless in a sweltering rental house. He picked up his phone in frustration and wanted to send a text message but found that there was no one to send it to. What a sad sight it was.

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However, it is really inconvenient not to have a mobile phone now. Lao Ye has urged him several times, and his relationship with Xinyi has made progress and he is no longer lonely. This is the reason why he sneaked to the communication street today.

Just as he was walking along, being distracted by this newly purchased mobile phone until he was almost brain-dead, a very familiar voice suddenly came to his ears:

"Uncle, weird uncle!" The strange thing was that the voice seemed far away and suddenly near, and I couldn't tell where it came from.

Hey! Isn’t this Yuanyuan’s voice? Why is she here again?

Liang Gong lowered his head and looked left and right, but he didn't see the figure of the little lolita. He was wondering if he was hallucinating again, but the little lolita called out again: "Uncle, weird uncle!" But the voice was a little bit different.

The end of crying.

Did the little loli cry?

Liang Gong put his feet up and searched around. Only then did he see a group of people in front of him. A round and plump apple-like face stretched out from the gap and looked directly at him. His two small hands were still waving in the air, for fear that Liang Gong was afraid.

Didn't see her.

She is indeed a little lolita, and I really have a fate with her. I can bump into her wherever I go, but why are there tears rolling down her face?

Liang Gong moved forward to push aside the crowd watching the fun and walked into the circle. Only then did he see the little Lolita was holding her mother's hand. However, at this time, Sister Fang was being held by three Westerners wearing white hats.

, a middle-aged man who looked like a driver fell to the ground, his face covered in scars.

"What are you doing? What are you doing pulling and tugging? Let go!" He strode forward and slapped the three of them away with one palm. He approached Sister Fang and asked, "Sister Fang, what's wrong? Why are these people surrounding you?"

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"Uncle Weird!" Yuanyuan called Liang Gong in surprise and stretched out her hand for him to hug her. Yuanyuan's mother quickly hugged her tightly and wouldn't let go.

"Yuanyuan is good, wait until uncle has dealt with them before I come to hug you." Liang Gong wiped the tears from little Loli's face, and then looked back at Sister Fang.

"Brother, how come I meet you here? It's so great." Fang Zhiyi's face was still in shock.

Her mobile phone was broken, so she came to Communication Street today to choose a new mobile phone. Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked in, the delicious Yuanyuan was attracted by the fruit-cut cake sold by people from the Western Regions on the roadside. She kept clamoring to buy it, but Fang Zhi

Yi had no choice but to step forward and ask for the price. The other party replied in broken Mandarin: "Eight yuan."

She thought that eight yuan per catty was not expensive. This kind of Western-style specialty was not common. It would be a good idea to buy some and try it, so she asked the stall owner to cut it into a small piece.

Fang Zhiyi kept stopping him, but the other party pretended not to understand and continued to cut.

At the bottom it was about ten centimeters wide. When I put it on the scale, it asked for 1,500 yuan, and then it was said that it was 1, 28 yuan.

Fang Zhiyi couldn't hold it anymore and refused to buy it, but the stall owner said that the cake had been cut and he couldn't buy it.

This shows that there is forced buying and selling.

During the dispute between the two parties, Fang Zhiyi's driver, Lao Huang, picked up his cell phone and wanted to call the police, but the stall owner invited two other Westerners to beat him severely and took his cell phone away.

The three people argued with Fang Zhiyi, who was now fluent in Mandarin. The two sides became more and more tense as they talked. When the other side started to make moves, Liang Gong appeared.

After listening to this, Liang Gong looked at the large pieces of cake on the back rack of the bicycle and already had an idea in his mind.

He hid Sister Fang and her daughter behind him: "Which of you is the stall owner? Come out and talk."

The three people from the Western Regions were pushed by him just now, and they felt a surge of force. The three of them almost lost their footing, and took three steps back. They immediately knew that they had encountered a hard recommendation, but they were already in this business. He had seen everyone for a long time, and his brother was nearby, so there was nothing to be afraid of. He stood aside and let Fang Zhiyi complain to Liang Gong.

At this time, seeing Liang Gong standing up for Fang Zhiyi, the three of them whispered to each other for a long time. A young man left first, and another man in his thirties with a mustache came up and said:

"This stall is mine. She cuts the cake and has to pay for it."

Liang Gong pointed to the small card on the stall that said "eight yuan" and asked with a smile: "Is your eight yuan a catty or a tael? Why didn't you write it clearly?"

Mustache looked at Liang Gong's smile and seemed to be planning to show weakness, so he replied more confidently: "One or two or eight yuan, everyone knows."

"Oh! Everyone knows it? But why didn't I know? I said it was eight yuan per kilogram." Liang Gong smiled when he first said he didn't know, but when he mentioned one kilogram, he became fierce. The plan is to pay 8 yuan per kilogram.

He just killed everyone in the shanty town the night before yesterday. Although Lao Ye later found out that no one was dead, the murderous aura in his body was still too strong to be dispelled. When he was angry, it instantly seeped out and flooded the surrounding people watching the fun. Everyone shuddered and thought they were dizzy. For a moment, they thought they were on a battlefield with mountains of swords and seas of blood.

The crowd watching from a distance of five or six meters was like this. The two Westerners who were the first to bear the brunt were even more unbearable. The mustache who claimed to be the stall owner turned pale with fright. He involuntarily took three steps back and fell to the ground. But behind him, His companion bent his body under the pressure, quickly pulled out a small scimitar from behind and stared at Liang Gong, fearing that he would make a move.

Although Fang Zhiyi and Yuanyuan behind Liang Gong couldn't see Liang Gong's face, they were still trembling with coldness from his body. Yuanyuan was so frightened that she buried her head in her mother's hair and did not dare to come out. .

"You...what are you going to do?" The stall owner got up and asked tremblingly.

"I don't do anything. As long as you give me a reasonable price, I will buy what I should buy. But you injured my friend and took his mobile phone. Shouldn't you also give an explanation?" Liang Gong gritted his teeth and said fiercely. said.

Hehehe! I have been playing the role of a hero for a long time, and it feels good to change into a villain.

"Friend, if it's none of your business, don't make excuses here. Isn't there a saying among the Han people: bothering the brain is just to get ahead?"

A fluent Mandarin came in from outside the crowd, and the onlookers were pushed away vigorously. A dozen people from the Western Regions swaggered in, led by a burly man who was more than 1.9 meters tall. The stall owner and his companions saw He had a happy face and hurriedly came to him and murmured in a low voice.

Behind the big man from the Western Regions were a dozen or so people from the Western Regions, all of whom were tall and tall over 1.8 meters tall. They all held small Western Region knives in their hands and looked at Liang Gong with a stern look.

Liang Gong had heard before that when people from the Western Regions committed crimes, it was difficult for the local public security bureau to deal with them, so they could only send them back to the Western Regions. However, they came back within two days, so they turned a blind eye to them.

One eye has made these people develop the habit of being arrogant and violent.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case. They dare to gather in groups in public places in broad daylight and swagger through the streets with knives. This really does not take the government seriously.

The burly man looked at Liang Gong and Yuanyuan mother and daughter, and said with an evil smile: "My name is Amaji, and I am the person in charge introduced by the people from the Western Regions here. I already know about your dispute, I think you should hurry up and get the money."

Pay it, don't hurt your kindness, otherwise..."

Liang Gong laughed angrily. He thought this imposing guy could say anything, but it turned out that he was just buying and selling by force, so he said, "What else?"

A Maji squinted his eyes to the left and right, and saw several big men walking out with knives, surrounding Liang Gong and the others.

Fang Zhiyi panicked. Her mobile phone was broken and Lao Huang's was robbed again. There was no way to call the police. Now she was surrounded by more than a dozen big men from the Western Regions. Even though she had always been bold, she couldn't hold it back, so she pulled Liang Gong.

The sleeves whispered:

"Brother, just pay and leave. We will deal with them later."

Liang Gong turned his head and patted her hand to comfort her and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

After finishing speaking, he turned back to look at the big men who were getting closer and closer, and said something in his mouth:

"Tsk! Are you going to use a knife so soon? But such a small knife is useless, look at me!"

As he stretched out his hand, a blue brilliance instantly flashed in people's eyes.