Chapter 242

In addition, these people lined up to receive rice, it is impossible to get three meals of rice porridge in a day.

No wonder these people will find another way.

Song Fengfu knew that her previous practice was a little inappropriate, but only in this way can the materials be in her hands and will not cause other troubles outside.

Only in this way, unless more people send porridge, someone in the refugee area must starve to death.

"I want these two little boys."

When song Fengfu was thinking about things, a man suddenly walked on the stage.

Song Fengfu raised her head and looked at the man. She was actually a fat woman.

What's going on? When did such a fat woman appear in the base?

"It's fat woman again. Didn't she just buy two people before? Why do you want to buy a little boy now? She's not afraid..." one person asked.

"What is she afraid of? What is she afraid of when there is space and food?" another man said with a trace of envy.

Space powers? Food?

Song Fengfu frowned and watched the fat woman suddenly turn out four bags of instant noodles and give it to the host in front of her.

"Wait, I'll give ten bags of instant noodles. I want the little boy." Lu Jingxuan suddenly said.

Song Fengfu looked at him in amazement.

Lu Jingxuan's words were loud, but not very sharp.

In the ears of the people, the sound was as light as a bell.

Very good.

Compared with those low, hoarse voices that seemed to be smoked, this voice attracted a lot of attention from many people.

Especially fat woman, after hearing his voice, she couldn't help looking at him.

Song Fengfu looked at the fat woman's expression and didn't like it very much.

"Ten bags of instant noodles, OK, I'll sell them to you." the host immediately smiled when he heard his words.

"Wait, I saw these two little boys. Why should I sell them to him?" the fat woman shouted angrily.

The cry was like killing a pig.

Many people's ears are very uncomfortable.

"The one with the highest price will get it." Lu Jingxuan said this sentence after he came to the stage, and the fat woman frowned.

The higher the price, the better.

There are many materials in her space, but she can't afford to consume so much.

And it's not worth it for a little boy.

"Hum, I'll give it to you." the fat woman threw down two bags of instant noodles and took another boy away.

However, the boy saw that the boy next to him actually sold ten bags of instant noodles at a high price. He was very envious in his heart. At the same time, he chose to break away from the fat woman's hand.

"Uncle, you buy me. I'm good. I don't want ten bags of instant noodles. I only want eight."

The boy opened his mouth and the others laughed at him.

"He offered eight packs for two packs of instant noodles? People didn't like him at all."

"I'm sorry, I just want this boy." Lu Jingxuan looked at the boy and apologized.

"Uncle, consider me, I'm good, I..." before the boy finished, the fat woman suddenly slapped him.

"Little beast, you are so cheap. People don't want you anymore. You don't have to stick it up. Who do you think you are?"

The little boy was knocked to the ground with a heavy dull sound.

Lu Jingxuan frowned.

Just then, a man rushed onto the stage and hugged the little boy.

"Xiao Hong, Xiao Hong."

The man's deep and eager cry made Lu Jingxuan feel a trace of deep helplessness.

"Twenty bags of instant noodles to buy them both." when Lu Jingxuan said to the host, he took out four bags of instant noodles from his backpack.

The host couldn't help swallowing his saliva at the sight of 20 bags of instant noodles.

A lot of instant noodles, so many instant noodles are shocking.

The host with flashing light in his eyes could not stop his trembling arm and stretched out to the instant noodles in front of him.

Twenty bags of instant noodles, fat woman knew she couldn't get so many instant noodles at one breath.

"Sell, sell." the host held the 20 bags of instant noodles and looked at the two thugs next to him, intending to ask them to pull the two little boys to Lu Jingxuan.

Lu Jingxuan said, "give the two little boys back to their parents."

To their parents?

The host listened to his words with some amazement.

Are you kidding?

Is he here to be the wrongdoer?

Give the two little boys back to their parents?

After hearing their words, the fat woman and the people felt that the man was a fool.

"Well, go back to your father." Lu Jingxuan went to the little boy, touched his head and looked at his strong and unyielding eyes.

"No, I won't go back. After you buy me, you will be my master." the little boy said respectfully.

Lu Jingxuan smiled. The boy was very knowledgeable.

"You know yourself very well." Lu Jingxuan grabbed his hand and prepared to go down the stage.

"Uncle, no, you are my master. I will follow you and serve you all my life." the boy named Xiao Hong listened to the little boy's words and looked at Lu Jingxuan's generous appearance. He guessed that there must be good food and drink with him.

Lu Jingxuan frowned high. How could the little boy's words taste like that.

"I don't need it."

Lu Jingxuan's tone began to harden.

He took the little boy's hand and walked towards the stage. When the boy named Xiao Hong was about to follow him, his father grabbed his hand.

"Let go of me, let go of me, I'm not your son, you've sold me." Xiao Hong screamed as his father grabbed his body.

Lu Jingxuan took the little boy's hand and walked to his father.

"Son." the middle-aged man hugged his son's body and wiped more tears in his eyes.

"I'm the master now. Haven't you realized after you sold me, dad?" the boy's calm words were different from Xiao Hong.

The word "consciousness" made Lu Jingxuan appreciate him.

What the last world needs is consciousness.

Only those who are fully conscious can survive in the last world.

The middle-aged man nodded, "yes, we have realized it. Since you have sold it to this gentleman, you should follow this gentleman well."

"Dad, I can't take good care of you in the future. You should take good care of yourself." there was a touch of maturity in the little boy's eyes. Although his expression was somewhat cold, his appearance made Lu Jingxuan feel distressed.

"Well, sir, my child will ask you later." the middle-aged man looked at Lu Jingxuan who couldn't see his face clearly. Later, he didn't know whether he had a chance to meet his son.

Lu Jingxuan nodded slightly.

"You go back first. I'll send someone to pick you up later."

"OK." the little boy took a look at Lu Jingxuan. He said that if he would come to pick up people, he would come to pick up people. In the end, ten bags of instant noodles are not a small number.