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201 Can't sell any more supplies to the garrison (happy birthday)

Facing Bai Zi's acting, Liu Ye also laughed.

He lowered his head, took a sip of health tea, leaned back, placed the teacup on the small table beside him, and closed his eyes.

Behind the Sixth Master, Xiao Neng Meng put a pair of tender hands on the Sixth Master's shoulders and pinched his shoulders.

Judging from what Liu Master said, I don’t want to talk about it anymore.

It is actually quite boring to play tricks with people like him. Since he can make a request, he must have investigated the matter in advance. Bai Feng asked him for help, but he refused to show her sincerity.

So what else can I talk about?

In the small hall, Bai Zi was still talking about it, but gradually he felt that Liu Ye had the intention of keeping people from thousands of miles away.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Outside the round wooden floor-to-ceiling window, there was a small courtyard covered with snow. Just facing the round window, there was another round door, round, and round, layer by layer, a white snow path running through these round doors.

It was so quiet that it could be heard as the sound of snow falling.

Bai Zi said awkwardly:

"Sixth Master, then I'll be honest. Yue's family does have many warehouses elsewhere, and there are supplies in the warehouses, but the address and keys are all in Yue's villa. I don't know anything about the specific number and what they stocked up. I know that all of them are. Liu Ye, please help me. Will we make up for the supplies?"

There were dry, golden ginkgo leaves falling on the snow path outside the round window. Sixth Master, who was sitting in the chair, opened his eyes, and his face was filled with a kind smile.

Just say:

"Bai Zi, if you say that you are a person, you only have the ability to seduce men when you were young. I have asked you before, can you keep it if you want so much supplies?"

Bai Zi's face suddenly looked very ugly. What does Liu Master mean?

The old fox-like Sixth Master no longer wanted to talk to this dull woman. He slowly got up and said:

"If you want a villa, you will give it to you. Apart from the little supplies in the villa, don't think about anything else."

After he said that, the little tender film behind him came forward, held his arm and left with Liu Ye...

In the early morning, Qiao Lingxiang, who had a sleep in the Yue family villa, went to see Lu Zhengqing as soon as possible.

She didn't know which room Lu Zhengqing slept in. Yesterday, the boys opened a part on the first floor and took out the wine hidden in the Yue family's underground warehouse. When she went to bed, the boys were still drinking to celebrate.

In the name of celebrating the achievements, it is actually just finding an opportunity to gather.

Qiao Lingxiang didn't like these fun, so she went to bed early, so she didn't know when Cen Yi and the others drank and how much they drank. Qiao Lingxiang only felt that at midnight, there was still a lot of noise downstairs.

Sure enough, when she got up early in the morning, none of the boys slept in the room, and they all slept in the living room in a row.

Qiao Lingxiang looked at the mess of the room and sighed with a big head. She raised her second foot and didn't know where to put it, so she could only take a big step, walked past a few injured boys, and walked carefully to the edge of the sofa.

Cen Yi sat on the sofa, leaning his head up against the back of the sofa chair, and putting an arm on his eyes. Lu Zhengqing lay on his thighs and laying on the sofa.

Ajiu sat on the ground and stepped on the sofa. The little white cat seemed to know someone came and quietly poked out his head vigilantly from Ajiu's collar.

"Shh!"

Qiao Lingxiang made a gesture of silence at it, and the little white cat blinked at her, closed it, and then retracted it in Ajiu's arms and continued to sleep.

Seeing that it was so good, Qiao Lingxiang smiled unconsciously and looked for Zhao Long, among the people who were all over the place.

Finally, she found Zhao Long sleeping with an energy stone pillow behind the chair on the sofa.

This large piece of energy stone was taken from Zhao Long's house by Ajiu. He originally wanted to use it for Cen, but it was not used for the time being. Zhao Long took out the energy stone pillow from the car and still slept on it.

Qiao Lingxiang looked back at the coffee table, and didn't know how much these boys drank last night, and the empty wine bottle on the coffee table.

Li Si and Zhang San, who came to Yuejia Villa last night, ran past the gate and waved to Qiao Lingxiang. They didn't drink alcohol yesterday. After all, they were junior garrisons who were much older than their seniority. During the mission, there were regulations that they could not drink alcohol.

Besides, they did such a big thing yesterday and didn’t dare to drink when they first arrived.

Qiao Lingxiang raised her hand and greeted them from afar, bent down, and prepared to take down Cen Yi's arms on her eyes.

As soon as he touched his wrist, Cen grabbed Qiao Lingxiang's hand with a backhand. The next second, a sharp knife appeared on Qiao Lingxiang's neck.

She was stunned and looked at Cen Yi. Cen Yi's eyes were a little confused as he had just woken up, and was also stunned.

Then, he slowly lowered the knife in his hand, cleared his throat, with a hoarse voice that he woke up early, and said a little apologetically:

"I just woke up, sorry."

“How much did you drink?”

Qiao Lingxiang kept bent down and placed her other hand on Cen Yi's forehead, instilling some physical strength into his body, making his head feel a little refreshed after a hangover.

Cen Yi closed his eyes and felt his forehead. Qiao Lingxiang's slightly cool hands said vaguely:

"I don't remember, not much."

On his thigh, Lu Zhengqing turned over, pointed to his head, and said in a daze:

"Xiangxiang, my fever has subsided, but I have a headache~~ I feel uncomfortable all over. Maybe I have overdrawn my supernatural energy."

"Get up! It's better if you don't replenish your energy, don't burn yourself out."

Cen slapped Lu Zhengqing in the face, slapped his head away from his thigh, looked at Qiao Lingxiang again, and asked:

"What time is it?"

“It’s past 5 o’clock.”

The answer was Ajiu. He got up from the ground, knelt on Lu Zhengqing's belly, and looked for Zhao Long on the back of the sofa. After searching for a long time, he found Zhao Long behind the sofa and shouted:

"Xiaolong, I'm up, I have to continue collecting supplies today."

Lu Zhengqing coughed a few times, and then Ajiu was sobered up. He scolded:

"Jiu'er, you are so stupid, your dad's shit is squeezed out."

At this time, Cen Yi had already patted Lu Zhengqing's face several times and opened it. He stood up from the sofa, stretched his waist, and kicked him. He didn't know who was lying under his feet, and said:

"Get up, get up, and go to collect supplies."

Qiao Lingxiang pursed her lips and smiled. Looking at the big living room that was originally just a mess, she was in a mess. She kicked me and pulled you. All the people in the room, except those who were seriously injured and had difficulty moving, got up.

As the new day comes, everyone should work hard to collect supplies today so that their lives will get better and better.

But I didn't know that at this moment, every household in the ten miles and eight villages received a notice from a mysterious force that each household could no longer sell any supplies to the garrison. At the same time, each village was optimistic about its own hills and strictly prohibited the garrison from digging wild vegetables in the ten miles and eight villages.

If you want to dig the garrison, you have to drive a few hours to leave the suburbs of Xiangcheng.
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