Plane Mall: I became a group favorite by hoarding goods

Chapter 92 92. Probe Bureau or Confession Bureau?

Life is so dull, if you don't accept it, you have to do it.

Among the few tenets of Cheng Dagan, this word should be the first.

When Cheng Xi heard shouts of cheer and cheer coming from behind the ancestral hall, this tall man had already fought Song Zhi.

"Little brother, good job, I just like your drive!"

Cheng Dagan laughed happily, but he never let go of his long legs on the stone, and his body was very relaxed.

Obviously, he didn't regard the young man in front of him who wanted to meet him for a while as a real opponent at all.

Without him, Song Zhi would be too clear.

The young man was not only handsome, but also very slender and thin. At first glance, he thought he was a son of an aristocratic family.

The only thing that caught Cheng Daqian's eyes was his star-like eyes, with a familiar fighting spirit and curiosity.

A person with such eyes must be a magnanimous gentleman.

For this, he also wanted to save face, not to mention the person brought by Jiang Huwei, which has a bearing on national affairs.

Song Zhi here was also very happy to hear the hearty laughter, and immediately felt that the "expert" was very appetizing to him.

He swiped the spear back and forth and sent it to his chest, and performed a quack salute, "Senior, please enlighten me!"

Full of fighting spirit.

The two sides seem to get along very harmoniously.

Little did he know that the people around him, whether they were escorts or patrols, took a few steps back in order to reach a safe area, with strange expressions on their faces.

Some people even cast a pitiful glance at the "thin" Song Zhi.

"The last time the head of the escort praised people for their drive, it was the head of Qingshan Village."

"Yeah, every time Brother Dagan says this, he will definitely not be merciful. I hope this kid won't lose too badly."

"Anyone who fights against him will be miserable."

"Tsk, this little brother is going to suffer!"

When Shen Xingluo and Cheng Xi walked up to the crowd, they saw that the eyes of the two people in the training ground had met.

Song Zhi stood tall and straight, holding a red-tasseled spear in his right hand. The sharp tip of the spear shone fiercely under the sunlight, and one could tell it was extraordinary at a glance.

Cheng Daqian stood on the other side holding a long knife, his eyes were filled with anticipation and surprise.

"Good boy, you have a lot of courage. It's been a long time since anyone dared to look at me for so long."

Song Zhi held the spear tightly with his right hand, not daring to be careless at all.

This guy is stronger than he imagined!
"Senior, offended!"

He wants to get the initiative with offense.

As soon as Song Zhi's words fell, the red-tasseled spear in his hand stabbed at the opponent with such force!
The two figures held hands in an instant.

The spectators watching the excitement around them slowly became dignified from their initial indifference.

"So this kid is not only good-looking, but also not weak in martial arts?"

"What do you mean not weak? You are obviously much stronger than us!"

"Hiss—he's still a master..."

Cheng Xi looked at it very interestingly, "He is a member of the army, right? The captain in charge of escorting the relief food?"

There is still a big difference between soldiers and ordinary people. Others may not be able to tell the difference, but she can still see the way.

Song Zhi has an air of iron-blooded decisiveness that can only be experienced on the battlefield, and his eyes are also a little too righteous.

It is exactly the same as the instructor who taught her to fight back then.

Shen Xingluo nodded slightly, "Song Zhi, a lieutenant colonel, was born in the Song family in the capital."

She subconsciously looked sideways at him, and met those deep black eyes.

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It doesn't need to be so detailed, are you not going to hide it at all?

The trial game turned into a showdown game in a second, and the accident happened so suddenly, she was the one who couldn't stand it first?

cant!
Losers will never lose!

Cheng Xi smiled, the dimples on his cheeks were very obvious, "In the eyes of my husband, is there a piece of transparent paper on top of everyone's head, on which is a list of a person's name, identity and origin?"

Shen Xingluo's pupils shrank slightly, and his personal information in the Plane Mall suddenly appeared in his mind.

From the name to the skill display is clear.

[Host, you called me? 】

[Hey, 666 thought you had completely forgotten about him during this time...]

Shen Xingluo twitched the corner of his mouth, and quickly cut off the connection with the system without replying a word.

But Cheng Xi's words still ran back and forth in his mind.

A completely different character from the past, a neat and no-frills killer move, and some unexplainable "grocery store" products.

And, the joke that fit so well just now
Cheng Xi beside him naturally noticed the change in his eyes, and was completely confused.

Wait a minute, why does that look feel wrong?
It's not quite right, it's very, quite wrong!

"Good! Good skill!"

"Little brother is amazing, hit him!"

The voices of cheering and cheering around are getting louder and the reaction is getting more and more intense, pulling back the thoughts of the two of them testing each other again.

When Shen Xingluo and Cheng Xi focused on the martial arts training ground again, the battle between the two had reached a critical moment.

Facing Song Zhi's increasingly powerful offensive, Cheng Dagan no longer focused entirely on defense, and the long knife in his hand also moved towards the opponent.

Song Zhiyun planned to take the knife with Yu Hongyingqiang, but he completely underestimated the strength of the opponent.

"throat--"

A muffled groan sounded, and Song Zhi knelt down on one knee, his hands holding the red-tasseled gun were shaking, and his handsome face was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"Good boy, you can take a knife from me!"

Cheng Daqian withdrew his knife, and this battle made him hearty.

Song Zhi stood up, with a wry smile on his face, "I lost."

He finally understood why Shenjia Village had such a scene today.

Jiang Huwei was right, there are tall people in this village.

One man is worth ten thousand troops!
The patrol team looked at Song Zhi completely differently.

"Hey! This little brother is really good at fighting!"

"Good skill, good internal strength, stronger than us."

"Speaking of which, he is the first person whose nose and face are not swollen by Brother Dagan, right?"

"Well, let's make this friend!"

Standing on one side, Jiang Huwei saw Song Zhi's dejected and agitated expression, and scratched his hair with his claws in doubt.

Is this happy, or unhappy?

It turns out that in this world, not only his family's thoughts are hard to guess, but even the school lieutenant from the military camp is hard to guess.

The arrival of Song Zhi made Shenjiacun a lot more active.

However, the happiest thing is not seeing his powerful patrol team, but the aunts who haven't had any gossip for a long time.

Since Song Zhi walked around the village after chatting with Mr. Jiang, his outstanding appearance and extraordinary skills were completely missed. Everywhere he went, his aunt wanted to match him.

The person involved can only minimize his sense of existence, and every time he comes and goes in the dark.

"How shameless is he?"

Cheng Xi laughed, "Elder Jiang is really patient, but Zhou Lesong might not be able to sit still?"

　Shen Xingluo: Do ​​you think it's a confession?

　　No, in fact it is still a trial bureau.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)