The miser's hand trembled slightly, and the magic core kept shaking in his palm, and the blood-red gaps completely reflected the hand.
When the man saw the magic core, he immediately showed a look of greed on his face, stretched his right hand and grabbed the magic core.
"Let go," the man grabbed a corner of the magic core with his right hand and was about to retrieve it with force, but the miser in the other corner held the magic core tightly in his hand. After the man shouted loudly, the miser released his tight hand greedily.
"Hehe, the harvest is really good today. I'm in a good mood. Your goods will not be robbed," the man pinched the second-level magic core with his fingers, looked at the moonlight again and again, looking very satisfied.
"Let's go, brothers, come back to the gang to celebrate," the man was still looking at the magic core in his hand and waved his hand to walk in the other direction.
"Oh, this bear leg belongs to me," the man said greedily as he turned his eyes to see the other bear leg placed beside him.
The two little brothers behind him worked together to pick up the bear's legs. The other man looked at the three bear paws on the ground and picked them up without hesitation.
After leaving, the stingy man left a dull face. The miser blinked his eyes hard, and then pinched himself hard. In the end, his dull face became extremely ugly, and he almost cried out with a bitter look.
Everyone lowered their heads' eyes and secretly glanced at the miser, resisting the urge to laugh out loud. Everyone was relieved to see the miser receive retribution. Although the behavior of the Chiyan Gang was disgusting, it taught this guy a lesson. Everyone's impression of them was not bad.
The miser glared at Liang Qiu, who was sitting on the ground eating and drinking, waved his hand to embrace a sexy woman in his arms, and walked towards a car with his body swaying, trying to diarrhea in his heart in another way.
Watching the miser disappear into the tent, everyone looked at each other and laughed, filling the wine glasses and continued to drink.
As the night became deeper, everyone had already become drowsy after drinking. Ai Siyu's mind was still clear at this moment. He did not dare to be careless for the sake of his own and Yu Mo's safety.
Lying in the built tent, recalling the heavy experience today, the boss's stinginess really made him feel disgusted, and even at this moment he despised this guy.
After two life-and-death battles, Liang Qiu and others gradually improved in his heart. They belonged to a mercenary organization and were the lowest-level existence in the world. They fought for survival and continued to survive in the bloody rain. Ai Siyu began to respect them a little because they cared about their humble origins and relying on their own strength to exchange for the respect and revenge. Such a life is worthy of its own respect.
Due to the few days of getting along, Ai Siyu has inexplicable trust in this kind of people in the future in his future path of cultivating God. This kind of people gave him the greatest concern when he was at his most downturn.
I don’t know how long I have been thinking about it, but after thinking about the past, my heart gradually became tired and fell into a deep sleep.
"Brother, wake up, why are you still sleeping in here?" A voice that I could no longer be familiar with echoed in my ears, and a pair of tender hands kept shaking in front of my chest.
When Ai Siyu heard the familiar voice, his heart trembled and sat up in panic, rubbed his sleepy eyes hard, and when he opened his eyes again, a pretty and lively face appeared beside him.
"Okay, it's good to come back..." Ai's mother didn't say anything more, and her slightly old hand kept stroking her son's long hair, a hint of comfort appeared on her face. Originally, she thought she would never return to her mother's side, but the sudden change of things made Ai Siyu's very tired heart gradually get a little rest. Tiredness hit her like a tide, and she fell on her own kang and fell into a deep sleep.