Chapter 54 Return the robbed communicator

The villagers of Qing's village are like a net, surrounding the north from all directions. The north looked at Qingluo, who was standing behind him and commanding. With his agility at 24 o'clock, his figure was like a flower butterfly in the wind. In the flowing phantom, he left a vague track in the retina of the name of Qing's village. It was too fast that the villagers rushed forward. Before the momentum stopped, he heard Qingluo's scream.

They looked back and saw that Bei Zhe's knee was against Qingluo's waist. Qingluo's body was in the shape of an anti-bow. The bending range made people suspect that no matter how much, his spine would crack like the bow string of the full moon.

There is frost on my face, "I don't have any interference in your way of survival, but it's not enough for you, a big fish, to eat me." After saying that, he made a gesture and was about to cut Qingluo's throat fiercely.

"No." The thin Qingyao shouted, frowned and looked at Qingyao.

"Can you please let him go? He, he, is a good man. Qingyao said timidly.

"Qingyao, please, please don't let him kill me. Is my father still waiting for me to go back? I'm wrong. I'm really wrong. Can you help me?" Qingluo said in a trembling voice.

"Dad... Mom... Sad... Sad..." The little steamed bread stood in front of Qingyao and said.

The group of villagers were stunned by the speed of Bei Zha, but now they want to kill Qingluo and threatened, "Kid, you have to think clearly. No matter how strong you are, you are just a person. Qing's village has hundreds of strong power. Not to mention dozens of people who shop for metal in abandoned fields, there are also working in third-level mines. Many, if you dare to kill our Qingluo, you will definitely be thrown into the fine steel mixing recycler.

At this time, Qingluo gave the speaker a wink, and the villager suddenly screamed and rushed to Qingyao! As soon as the villager moved, the other villagers also surrounded Qingyao. He clamped Qingyao's neck with one hand and said arrogantly, "Kid, you thin and weak woman is in our hands. If you don't let go of Qingluo, otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel. Although I am not interested in thin women, it is not ruled out. Others will prefer thin and weak women.

Bei Zhe looked at Qingyao with an unbelievable look in his eyes and said, "Qingyao, I think you should know that your unnecessary love will get yourself into trouble every time."

Qingyao seemed to have been hit again and couldn't speak.

"I'm... a man... Han... protect... mom..." The little white and tender steamed bun said that I was a man in a milky tone. The villagers of Qing's village couldn't help laughing involuntarily, but the next moment, the villager who clamped Qingyao's neck couldn't laugh. He came out, because the steamed bun jumped on his face and covered his sight.

"Bad guy... Knock to death..." The skin all over the little steamed bun looked like blowing and breaking, and the soft skin suddenly burst out an unimaginable attack power of others. The small hand of the steamed bun seemed to gently tap the person, and the villager fell straight to the ground.

Bei Zhe smiled coldly. Qingluo looked at the person holding Qingyao and fell down like this. He was in a panic. He seemed to expect what would happen next.

The knee on his waist kicked up hard, and the crackling sound of bone breaking came from Qingluo's back. The "ah" terrible scream spread all over the abandoned field in an instant. His spinal nerve center was destroyed. I'm afraid his hands and feet could not move in his life. Some people from other villages wanted to stay and pick up some cheap ones, but after seeing the miserable situation of Qingluo, they ran away one after another.

After the villagers heard Qingluo's scream, several people who were not afraid of death rushed up to the north. The north was solved with one punch, and the rest of the people fled. There were so many abandoned fields. Qingluo's scream almost made people nearby know it. Anyway, there was no need to chase them.

Bei Zhe walked to Qingyao and looked at the small steamed bun. It was it that helped Qingyao just now. For Bei Zhe, the spiritual pressure was enough to solve Qingyao's trouble, but he didn't expect that the small steamed bun seemed to be not small, "Mom... sad..."

Bei Lu looked at Qingyao. To be honest, he didn't know what to say about Qingyao, who was still so kind living outside the ring area. He just sighed.

"Is my idea wrong in the first place? The Qing village is going to kick me out. I don't blame them? Chen Xin pushed me to Guo Er in the mine. I didn't blame her? Today, the villagers of Qing's village subdued me, and I didn't blame him? I just don't understand why they do this to me? Am I not helping them? Why?" Qingyao was crying.

After a long time, Qingyao finally stopped crying.

Then Qingyao took the man's hand, walked out and said, "Hurry up. It's a little time today. Hurry up and hurry up, or it will be too late."

Bei Zhe followed them. When Qingyao passed by Qingluo, he couldn't move his hands and feet. He closed his mouth and stared at Qingyao with resentful eyes, as if it was you, it was you.

Bei Zhe followed Qingyao. When he walked past Qingluo, he stepped on his heart fiercely by the way. Qingluo died.

Bei Lu followed Qingyao for a long time and finally arrived before the metal recycling station closed.

A light yellow house, an automatic door, a blue-skinned boss, and several child laborers at the age of thirteen and fourteen.

Qingyao handed the boss her bag full of metal. The blue-skinned boss opened it and looked at it, weighed it secretly, and said, "Hey, thin little girl, have you gained well these days?" This time it's a little more than last time. What do you want to exchange?

"One catty of compressed biscuits, half a catty of dried melons and grass, and some fresh water."

"Oh, little girl, why don't you look so energetic today? Well, this is your thing. I hope you can bring so many things tomorrow so that I don't have to worry about the monthly metal recycling target." The blue-skinned boss said.

"Thank you, boss." After saying that, Qingyao took the things and left.

Before night came, the three of them finally arrived at the small room. Along the way, the little steamed bread tightly hugged Qingyao's neck, as if to comfort her.

Night.

Qingyao, who has returned to normal, is having fun with Xiao Mantou. "Thank you very much for today, little steamed bread. I didn't expect you to be so strong."

"I...is... man... Han... protect... mom..." The little steamed bun grabbed Qingyao's trousers and said.

Bei Lu is studying the communicator in his hand.

......

It was dark at night, and Bei Lu saved the communication numbers of Tula and Chen Pan, stood and walked out of the door.

In his hand, a small worm with a black shell, a puppet worm, suddenly crawled out.

He followed the puppet worm into the night.

In Qing's village.

In the dim light, the villagers gathered together, "Really, Qingluo was killed by the man who robbed the Qinghai communicator."

"Is he really with the Qingyao we drove out?"

"Yes."

"Okay, Qingyao is relatively close to Qing's village. Unexpectedly, he colluded with outsiders and killed Qingyao. I really didn't expect it."

The villagers of Qing's village may know that there must be something tricky about it. How can they find a communicator so easily, and the communicator was robbed by a person they had never seen before. Although they heard that the man was very strong, they didn't think much about it. It was a communicator. No matter what happened to him, just grab it.

No matter how strong a person is, can he be stronger than the villagers of a village? The deplorableness of the Qing villagers is that they are so ignorant that they don't know that there is a kind of people in the world, a kind of people they have never heard of.

That night, the Qing's village gathered almost all the young people and went to ask for the communicator they had been robbed.