Chapter 53 Communicator

Before Bei Zhe arrived in front of Qingyao, the little steamed bun flew over and suddenly plunged into Bei Zhe's arms. His white and tender hands grabbed both sides of the neckline of Bei Zhe's coat, and pulled Bei Zhe's clothes like elongated powder. "I... smelled... Dad... smell..."

Bei Zhe's solemn face disappeared completely under the still fast speed and stammering accent of the little steamed bread. Bei Zhe had a rough judgment on the speed of the small steamed bread this time. His speed should be similar to that of the agile contractor at 20 o'clock. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of other attributes of the little steamed bread. Curiosity.

When Qingyao saw the small buttocks of the steamed bun with green betel nut underwear trembling on the north, he couldn't help laughing. When Qingyao walked in, the steamed bun jumped back to Qingyao's body. Fortunately, Qingyao was already familiar with the steamed bun head like a gentle cat, so Qingyao had no danger. After sipating the bulging cheeks, she will definitely press the steamed buns on the chest that should have been her chest, and Qingyao seemed to feel that the white and tender hands of the steamed buns were not bad, and gently rubbed them.

Qingyao smiled and said to Bei Lu, "Why did you come to the abandoned field?"

Beizhi said, "I've heard of the appearance of the abandoned field before, but I haven't been here. Now let's take a look at what the abandoned field looks like."

While the two were talking, suddenly a large shadow was cast in the sky above. Bei Zhe and Qingyao looked up. The dazzling sunlight was blocked by a huge aircraft. The end of the aircraft was pointed, and the other end was similar to the opening of a whale. As it flew, it slowly opened the whale's mouth and was ready to dump the discarded electricity. Sub-equipment.

Qingyao looked up at the aircraft above and was stunned, as if she had lost her soul. She wrapped one hand around a small steamed bun-shaped hand and said to the north, "You are from the inner area of the ring. Although I don't know why you are hiding in the outer area of the ring, I still envy you very much. When you were a child I must have played the flying pedal. Every time I see a spaceship loaded with garbage coming from the inner area of the ring in the abandoned field, I will think that there is not so much dust floating in the air. The ground is not so desolate. I don't have to worry about food every day. Children in bright clothes every day are riding on the flying pedal. Isn't the smile particularly bright? I really want to see what everyone looks like in heaven..."

Qingyao's eyes showed a look of longing. When the shadow of the spacecraft passed and the surrounding area was filled with bright sunlight, Qingyao's tone changed to another meaning of smile. "Thanks to small steamed buns these days, we can pick up so many recyclable metals every day. We should also go out, otherwise If the recycling bin is closed, then we will take these metals home. Qingyao said to Bei Zhou, holding the soft hand of the little steamed bun that slipped down from her unconsciously.

Bei Lu nodded. The three of them were walking on the way out. Bei Lu used the real eye to make himself see more clearly. He found that using skills in the real world can also increase his proficiency, so he kept using the real eye as soon as he was free. Along the way, he really saw some useful things, some did not use useful. Collecting old metal chips and some circuits, as long as you see what you want to use, they are all collected in the wheel.

The range of Qingyao and small steamed buns is also relatively deep in the abandoned field. After walking for a while, he didn't see anyone. Bei Zhe looked at the skinny Qingyao and pulled a small round hand in the air, and blinked his eyes, occasionally He stopped and stretched out his little hand, as if there was a big thorn on the ball pointing somewhere, "Mom...there...there...", you can go so deep.

After a while, Lingding people began to appear. They were all bent down, constantly pulling or striped or ball-shaped metal blocks, and occasionally shook off the messy thread. Whether there was a smile on his face or not, there was a tired color hidden in the depths of his eyes.

After walking about half of the road, the number of people began to increase, and there were also groups.

Bei Zhe followed Qingyao. Suddenly, the little steamed bun led by Qing Yao jumped out and pressed tightly to the ground like an anteater. The movement of steamed bun attracted the attention of many people.

"Whose boy who hasn't been weaned is really rich when he is white and fat?"

"This boy doesn't treat that thing as fucking milk. Did you jump your head up and suck it?"

The people around him laughed when they heard this, but Qingyao was probably familiar with such a scene. He suddenly knew that the small steamed bun might have found useful metal again. Sure enough, the steamed bun dragged out a small object from the wreckage of many machine shells, which looked like a watch. The most surprising thing was that this watch was There is still a bright light on the face!

Mantou seemed to find something unconsciously. As soon as he pressed the button above with his round finger, he brushed it, and a thin keyboard popped up like a watch. This is a communicator! The steamed bun trembled and walked to Qingyao, took the communicator in his hand in front of him, and said in a milky voice, "Mom... look... give..."

Suddenly, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and then there was a gasp sound, "Just now, that was a communicator." Suddenly, several people maliciously surrounded Qingyao, and several others seemed to run to call their accomplices. Bei Zhu looked at their movements and sneered in his heart.

He said to Qingyao, "Give it to me." The excitement on Qingyao's face has not faded. There is absolutely no problem with a good communicator replaced with dry food for three months. He heard Bei Zhe's words, looked at the people around him, and found that he seemed to be in a dangerous situation. Qingyao took the communicator from childhood to the north.

"Yes, it's them." A man who looked very experienced said.

"Qingluo, yes, it's them. I just found a communicator there, and it was robbed by them." The person who came said it very loudly, as if he wanted to deliberately let others hear it. There were more than a dozen young adults behind him.

Qing Yao's face suddenly turned pale as soon as she heard it. She had heard that someone robbed other people's harvest in the abandoned field before, but she had never had such a thing happened to her, so she didn't feel anything. Qingyao felt scared, but when she looked at the north, she remembered the identity of the northern power, and her heart calmed down.

"Who dares to rob the things of our Qing's village? Give it to me honestly, or I will bury you and these rags." A man named Qingluo said.

"Qing's people, don't want to eat alone. If you see it, you have points. Why don't you get more points? Our Liu's village is not easy to mess with." A man said dissatisfiedly.

"Hey hey, big fish eats small fish. You don't have enough people to come today. I can only say I'm sorry to you. I'm sure to eat this little fish today." Qingluo responded.

When Qingyao heard Qingluo's accent, he associated his name again. The river in his heart began to turn waves again. After saying that, the man named Qingluo finally moved his eyes away from the communicator in Bei Zhe's hand. As soon as he saw Qingyao, his eyes shrank, and then changed to a smiling face, "Qingyao, I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that your partner grabbed it. After finding the communicator in Qinghai, I think you'd better persuade him to hand over the communicator. It's not good if we work hard in the process of returning our own things.

Qingyao looked at Qingluo in disbelief, "Qingluo, why are you doing this? Is this communicator obviously me..."

"Obviously, you got it from Qinghai. After you were kicked out of the village, you couldn't tell the difference between right and wrong? He is also helping an outsider. Do you think I can't beat a woman? Qingluo interrupted Qingyao's words.

Qingyao was so angry that his chest twitched, "You are so shameless."

Qingluo's face changed, "Take the communicator back and go back to the village to allocate three more days of food for everyone."

As soon as the people in Qing's village heard it, they rushed to the north like chicken blood.

Bei Zhe kept looking at the people around him coldly. It was not until Qingluo asked people to come up to rob him. He sneered, "Stupid." Then he flew up and seemed to casually kick the abdomen of the man running in front of him. The man immediately bowed down and his eyes were almost staring out. He opened his mouth as if he was going to scream, but it was just He made a vague whine, and then fell down.

Seeing this, Qingluo shouted, "Don't step back. Let's go together. He is alone and can't stop it."

The rapid footsteps stepped on the tattered metal block, and the shower hit the lotus leaf. During this period, it was also mixed with the shouts of the little steamed bread standing in front of Qingyao, "Dad... come on... bad guys... run away..."