wear it lord god

Chapter 428 The Iron Warrior 25
The attic of the house is the archive room, which is full of cabinets with drawers against the walls, and a writing desk in the middle, which is quite clean.

The children in the orphanage take turns to be on duty and have to pack their own things.

The small oil barrel went to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a thick and large register book.

Ledger... oh my god, it's so old, and it's still recorded with pen and paper.

Little Oil Barrel opened the register book: "In the beginning, I used a computer, but the computer was easily attacked by hackers. After an orphan's parents came to claim it, they found out that the content had been tampered with. From then on, I used a pen to record it!"

Xi Ning went over to look at it, and it was written in great detail, which child was thrown at the gate of the orphanage when, what he was wearing, his physical characteristics, and even where his silhouette flashed were all recorded.In order for the child to be claimed in the future!
Cut, claim?Do you want to go back to earn money to support the family after the unwanted child is raised by others?There is nothing so good in the world.

Xi Ning picked up the registration book and held it in his arms: "From now on, adopting a child is not free."

The little oil barrel was stunned: "Well, people who adopt children donate a little bit, and they need to go to the district management office to register."

"How much?" Xining asked.

The little oil barrel thought back: "Well, sometimes I can give [-] yuan, and if the money is less, I will give a few hundred."

"Currency or Yuan?"

"Of course it is yuan. Sometimes the adopted people are poor themselves."

Xining rolled his eyes: "If you are poor, don't adopt. From now on, the [-] adoption fee will be doubled for the biological parents! You can't even lose a dollar. If you don't accept it, just sue it. It's not bad if they don't count the crime of abandonment."

After finishing speaking, he went downstairs with the registration book in his arms.

The little oil barrel stood there blankly, staring blankly at her.

All afternoon, Xining was flipping through the diary.When I was about to go to work, I found a safe and locked it.

Walk with small oil barrels and chainsaws.Every time the three of them go out, someone will stare at them. There is a big cylinder, a small cylinder, and a normal body, but with big and small arms.

Just look at it, and you can tell at a glance that the people they are mixing with are not eating ordinary meals.How could ordinary people have such a body?Mercenaries and warriors are not people to mess with.Even if some low-level gangsters don't pay for a cake or a pear, ordinary small traders dare not say anything.

When we got to the backstage of the game, we were about to separate, and the chainsaw went to the backstage of the warrior.

Looking at the two-meter-long body of the chainsaw, but the head of an ordinary person, I really sighed.Just like this image, he hastily changed his body, but he refused for the sake of money.

This body is not bad as a sparring partner, it is supposed to withstand being cut, but this body is a samurai, isn't it funny?

So the chainsaw has been a samurai for three months, and the ranking is still at the bottom.It depends on whether the new samurai is hacked to death. If he is not hacked to death, then he can still be the second or third from the bottom.

Today Xining put on a kimono and played against Miyamoto.Audiences like to watch this kind of exotic drama.

When Xining raised his right arm holding a knife under the voice of the host deliberately pinching his throat, "Give me back my father's life", the wide sleeve fell down, revealing the huge loader's arm, and holding the small knife in his hand. When the fruit knife was played, the audience burst into laughter.

My sister is here to be a samurai, not a funny clown.But there is no way, for the sake of money, after a game, plus the gambling money, at least seventy or eighty coins can be obtained, which is equivalent to one month's salary of the previous two jobs.

Miyamoto is also a good person, even if her eye circles were blackened for two days after being punched by her, he was still very helpful.Knowing that she needs money, and adding a small oil barrel to intercede, every time it takes a long time.

You must know that delaying enough time is not cold, but it is a technical job.Compared with others, Miyamoto's acting skills are full.As long as the audience is willing to watch, Brother Kun will turn a blind eye to it knowing that it is delaying time.

This time, his right arm was cut off again, and the left arm was only cut through the imitation leather, so he left the stage after a long time.

Brother Kun stood there, with a half-hearted smile: "Every time I raise the knife, the time is up for the last blow."

Miyamoto put his hands in his wide sleeves, with a smile that he didn't have on the court: "Brother Kun, you mean to kill her next time? As long as Brother Kun says a word."

Brother Kun thought for a while: "Let's lose your head next time."

"No!" The assistant standing next to him with a broken arm quit, and stopped working: "It's difficult to connect the head, this level is fine."

Miyamoto stood there still looking at Brother Kun with a smile, and Brother Kun thought about it again: "Then break one leg next time. Cut it in two pieces!"

Uh...don't be so cruel.

"It's time for me to become a samurai, or let the newcomer do it." Miyamoto suggested: "Isn't it just to cut off a leg, cut off the foot first, and then come here on the knee."

In this way, Miyamoto can get rid of the relationship and make her lose her legs.

Brother Kun finally smiled, and patted Miyamoto's shoulder: "No, you should come! Hurry up and get ready, we're about to play."

Miyamoto is about to transfer to Samurai, and unlike Chainsaw, he's not that short of money, so he'll have less and less time here.

The next night, it was chopped off.Her feet were chopped off first, and she rolled around on the ground holding her legs.Of course, the pain was concealed in advance, otherwise it would hurt to death.

Then she cut off her calf with a "swish", she grabbed the ground with her hands, and crawled forward step by step. The blue biochemical fluid flowed from the broken leg, which glowed a coquettish reddish purple under the red light, resembling bloodstains in the dark... …

Miyamoto held up the knife and followed step by step. A ray of white light shone on Miyamoto's pale face with make-up. Matched with the sinister eyes, it was quite evil, and several female audience members screamed in fright.

If you don't have enough time, cut off another arm.With her right arm cut off, she "struggled to escape" with one arm, and the effect was so good that some audience members shouted "stop".

After another delay, she was carried down.

When no one was paying attention, he whispered thank you to Miyamoto.

I really want to thank you, it is better to cut off the legs than to cut off the head!
Brother Kun was very happy and said that this is good. We will stage a show in a week, first for a month, and if the effect is still good, we will continue for another month.

It's a good thing to have your own job, and you can play more, so you won't be eliminated.You must know that Zitou and Green Lantern have changed their image again, they shaved two bald heads.If you are bored by the audience, you must change, otherwise there will be no work.There is a shortage of money outside, but there are plenty of people who are not afraid to cut off their hands and see their feet.

It was finally the rest day, and it was rare for Xining to get up early in the morning, and when he went to have breakfast, he said to Xiao Youtong, "Let's go out together today."

"What's the matter?" The little oil barrel asked while drinking soy milk.

The soy milk is ground in the yard, and now even the tofu is made by myself.The soybeans were harvested this month, and a lot of scraps were brought in with the truck, including a sack.

Xining smiled: "Return visit!"

Chainsaw asked: "Aren't I going?"

Xining looked up and down, this piece is big enough, it can't be wasted: "Okay, let's go together."

The child next to him asked: "Then can we go?"

Xi Ning coaxed: "Hey, it's business. I will take you there when I have a chance!"

"Oh~" the children nodded.

What return visit?The mist at the end of the small oil barrel doesn't feel very good.

(End of this chapter)