The end of the world begins with escape

"Mom, you can sell ice cubes to earn crystal cores. If the other party really doesn't have crystal cores, then charge their contribution points."

Song Youai smiled and nodded, "Okay."

"Sister, you can actually sell metal knives." Song Shijun came up with an idea from the side, "I feel that your metal knives will definitely be very popular if you sell them in the market."

"You are right." Xie Ning nodded with a sullen face, "But as the captain of the Spark Team, in my capacity, will I go to the market and sell knives?"

hehe! What are you dreaming about in Spring and Autumn?

Everyone:...

Song Kexin couldn't stop laughing, "Sister, sister, how about you make a few sets of knives, and Shijun and I can take them to the market to sell them tomorrow?"

Xie Ning glanced at her little sister with a look of relief.

My sister is the caring little cotton-padded jacket, and my stinky brother is too annoying.

"That's it." Xie Ning waved her hand, "For the rest of you, you can discuss your own travel and team list. It must be finalized before ten o'clock in the evening."

"We will leave early tomorrow, around nine o'clock in the morning."

Everyone:...

"Pfft." Ji Taixian couldn't hold it in, he burst out laughing and quickly turned his back.

"Your sister still thinks nine o'clock is very early." Song Youyi couldn't laugh or cry.

Xie Ning's little face was tense, and she walked towards the backyard attic, pretending not to hear everyone's muffled laughter.

Later, Zhu Yong handed Xie Ning the list of personnel accompanying the mission.

After unanimous discussion, they felt that it would be safer to go to a small cotton workshop five kilometers away.

So I decided to let Zhu Nanxing and Su Xiyue go together to exercise their courage.

Yu Tianfeng has been in the laboratory for the past two days, studying half a pot of suppressant grass like crazy, and has no time to go out.

Hearing that Xie Ning and the others were leaving tomorrow, he took out a small pickup truck for them to move their goods tomorrow without saying a word.

After breakfast at nine o'clock the next day, Xie Ning set off with eight people.

Walking to the door of the small courtyard, he looked at the tearful Tuhou and told Song Shijun, "Give him some water and two compressed biscuits. Later, supervise his work and ask him to help us reinforce the courtyard."

After being blown by the wind all night, the Earth Monkey felt that he had no life to love, and he shed tears of regret.

I don’t know when Captain Gu will come to save me.

Listening to the voices of Captain Gu chatting with the female devil boss, they seemed to be very familiar.

Xie Ning walked to the door and suddenly turned to look at the thin man, "Why didn't you run away last night?"

A thick hemp rope cannot tie up a second-level earth element user.

The earth monkey raised his head tremblingly and said in a weak voice, "No... don't dare to move."

Song Shijun almost laughed out loud, patted the poor brother's big head and helped him loosen his bonds, "Follow me."

Xie Ning led her teammates out with an expressionless face.

Song Youzhi and Wang Zongxuan both got into the pickup truck.

Xie Ning and six others quickly boarded the Little Golden Cup.

Zhu Yong drove, and Butler Youn politely got into the passenger seat.

Kress and Song Youxuan sat in the second row, while Xie Ning took two children to sit at the back.

As soon as the two cars started, the young man peeking behind the courtyard door next door whispered, "Captain Xie is taking some teammates away."

"She must have left the base to do a mission." Zhou Tong also stood aside and watched.

Xiao Qizi walked up to the two of them and gave one of them a blow in the head. "What are you peeking at? Isn't it normal to accept a mission?"

"I'm worried about other people." The young man sighed, "The fourth-level boss ran out to compete with them to contribute points for the seventh mission. It's hard to live like this."

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Meditation study

The black framed plaque is plated with gold in the sunlight.

This is the home of Huang Zhaosheng, chairman of the base management committee.

Almost as soon as she entered the base, the daughter of the Huang family set her sights on this quiet and elegant study courtyard.

Compared with other courtyard houses in the ancient town, the study is the best in terms of environment and area.

Huang Shiyao, who had always been accustomed to smooth sailing, was now sitting at the table, sulking while eating jam bread.

When she looked up and saw Meng Lanfang walking to her side obediently, anger flashed in her eyes.

Meng Lanfang was taking a piece of fried egg toast from the servant, holding the plate in both hands and just about to put it on the table, when she suddenly received a heavy slap on the face.

"Ah." Although he was mentally prepared, he was still caught off guard.

Meng Lanfang was knocked to the ground by a slap, and the plate in her hand smashed to the ground, shattering completely.

Huang Qianjin threw away the knife and fork in her hand, blushed and screamed angrily, "Useless trash, I asked you to investigate your daughter's affairs. How did the investigation go?"

"It's been one night and you haven't found anything yet?"

"Why don't you die? You are such a useless waste. I really don't know why dad is still carrying you."

"What are you trying to do?"

"Do you want to make you ugly because you are old, or because you have a shriveled figure and can't have children?"

Meng Lanfang reached out to cover her left face, and a bright red slap mark remained there. The pain and shame made her tremble violently, and her lips trembled as she spoke, "Miss, Miss. The people I sent to check, check them, will be here right away. Will be back."

"It's so funny, I thought your motherly love was so great. But it turns out that you are not treated as a dish at all."

"Yes, I'm sorry, Miss." Meng Lanfang said tremblingly, "Song Kexin and the others offended you yesterday. I, I will definitely teach them well in the future. I will never let something like yesterday happen again."

It's almost impossible to pick up any pot.

Meng Lanfang's words reminded Huang Qianjin of what happened in East and West Alley yesterday, and of her embarrassment of being laughed at by people watching.

Anger arises from the heart!

Huang Shiyao picked up the hot milk and poured it on Meng Lanfang's head, cursing angrily, "Do you think the little bitch you gave birth to can offend me?"

"What the hell, you're so self-righteous."

"What kind of bitch will give birth to what kind of bitch." She threw the milk glass on the ground, stepped on the toast and fried eggs, and crushed it without any scruples.

The old maid standing aside with her head lowered could not help but lower her mouth, and lowered her head to hide the trace of distress in her eyes.

In this kind of environment, the only one who can waste food so unscrupulously is Huang Qianjin, who is in a high position.

"Hey, what makes little Princess Shiyao so angry?" A clear laughter came from the stairs.

Huang Shiyao turned her head and glanced coldly at the woman coming down the stairs.

With a bumpy figure and a fair face, Wu Xuehua, who is in her early thirties, is well-maintained and still looks like she is in her twenties.

"Humph." Huang Shiyao glanced at her coldly, and walked past her on high heels.

Back in her room, Huang Shiyao slammed the door and immediately called 00009425 in her mind.

After calling over and over to no avail, the anger on Huang Shiyao's face intensified.

It's all the fault of that little bitch Song Kexin.

She thought that with the fire power in the post-apocalyptic world, she could overpower Huang Shiyao?

The daughter of a migrant worker is still a migrant worker, so she cannot be nobler in her heart.