Xiao Lin of the apocalypse system

Chapter 34

Short skirt, wide open one-shoulder, overlapping lace, cumbersome and dazzling lace

However, 003 was quite excited, "Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin, that goose yellow one, grab it!"

"I bought it," Xiao Lin corrected habitually, and reflexively looked at the light yellow dress 003 mentioned, and then froze, "Are you playing with me?"

The workmanship of the goose yellow short skirt is very complicated, and the smooth material reflects a moving luster in the sun. Even an ignorant person like Xiao Lin can guess that the price in peacetime must be expensive.However, these are not the point, the point is that it is only [-] centimeters long from the waist to the hem!

003 waved and said, "Oh, Xiao Lin, you really don't understand fashion, I know all about it, okay, short skirts with B were very popular here a while ago! Please don't be sloppy just because you are in the last days, hurry up and grab them Already!"

Xiao Lin's clenched fists could clearly hear the crackling sound of finger bones, and the young stall owner flinched suddenly, folded his hands on his chest, and stared at her in horror, "You, little sister, don't, don't mess around!"

Xiao Lin looked at her suspiciously, and after a while he suddenly realized, "I am a woman."

The stall owner was almost crying, I know you are a woman, but you really can't just scare others just because you are an evolutionary!

After patiently flipping through it several times, Xiao Lin shook out the only piece of clothing he was satisfied with, "This."

What she chose was a one-piece dress with ruffles. Small light blue florals were scattered on the soft fabric, which looked very comfortable.

Of course, Xiao Lin didn't care about the pattern, but thought that the one-piece suit could prevent people from bending over and dropping their pants, turning over and losing their clothes, and it was very convenient.

The stall owner heaved a sigh of relief, and then said unwillingly, "Little sister, do you want this one? Choose a few more, my clothes are all international famous brands, the quality is good, and they are very expensive when I buy them. I haven’t worn it once, choose a few more, it might be gone after today.”

Xiao Lin shook his head firmly, "No."

The rest are either ankle-length or just thigh-length skirts or hot pants, totally unsuitable for combat.

The stall owner who refused to give up easily saw Xiao Lin's sandal with a broken strap, his eyes lit up, and he frantically pulled out a submerged bag from under the pile of clothes, and poured out several pairs of shoes from it. "Little sister, choose another pair of shoes. Look, the sandals on your feet are broken. Change to a good pair, or you will be injured easily."

As soon as she reminded her, Xiao Lin immediately felt that it was necessary, but he still asked first, "What size is it?"

The stall owner said heartily, "I am a size 37, and I think you are about the same size, my little sister. It should be about the same size."

Not to mention, Xiao Lin is really 37 yards.

Compared with the clothes that looked like they had knocked over the palette, the shoes were much more low-key. Xiao Lin quickly selected a pair of leopard-print eight-hole Martin boots and prepared to pay the bill together.

The eloquent stall owner spared no effort to praise, "Oh, my little sister, you have a good eye. This is the top layer of cowhide. I just bought it from a British specialty store. At that time, several people took a fancy to it. Yours, my little sister. The shape of the legs is very nice, put them on”

Xiao Lin raised his head, blocked all unnecessary information, looked at her directly, and said seriously, "How to sell."

Full of sales pitches, the stall owner choked so hard that he hesitated for a long time before asking, "Ten, ten steamed buns?"

The young stall owner wanted to slap himself twice as soon as he opened his mouth. His voice was so unconfident!

But it's really no wonder that she, as a wealthy Bai Fumei, has always only been able to buy things, and has never sold anything.

003 jumped up immediately, "Kill her, profiteer!"

Xiao Lin frowned, and before he could say that it was too expensive, the stall owner lowered the price in a panic, "Five, five steamed buns will do!"

003 finished his speech and said after a while, "Damn it." He is still a profiteer who is strong on the outside but does nothing on the inside.

Seeing Xiao Lin's delay in expressing his opinion, the stall owner was also entangled. Could it be too expensive?But yesterday the uncle at the stall next to him sold an ugly jacket with two steamed buns, and his own was a brand new brand!

Well, even if it doesn't matter if it's a famous brand or not, the fact that ginseng fruit and Chinese cabbage are priced at the same price is enough to drive people crazy.

But the stall owner also knows that most of the items on her stall are in the flashy category. If they are at the same price, most people will definitely choose ugly but practical jackets.Moreover, she is petite, although she really doesn't want to admit it, but it is an indisputable fact that she has a small audience, and she should really be thankful if she can be sold.

After hesitating for a long time, the stall owner’s girl took out a long and narrow box from the corner of the box, rubbed it a few times, and handed it over with a cruel look on her face, “How about, how about I add another pair of sunglasses for you? Buy from Italy Yes, more than 6000 yuan."

Xiao Lin, who was pricking up his ears to listen to the transaction price of the stall next door, almost immediately looked at it with an extremely strange look after knowing what was inside the box. After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided to remind the other party kindly, "Pretend to be blind. Zombies don't work."

Xiao Lin's expression and eyes were so sincere that after the stall owner bent forward in frustration, he deeply felt that he had come to a whole new world.

In the end, Xiao Lin bought the one-piece shirt and Martin boots at the price of five steamed buns.

However, she didn't have steamed buns at hand, so she referred to the base item value comparison table in her hand and traded compressed biscuits with the same score.

(End of this chapter)