Chapter 907

"100 billion." Mo Qing didn't blink.

Gu Xiaoran's face changed and he pulled his sleeve. "Stop it, OK?"

"I said, buy it for you. You haven't paid attention to my wallet. Use it more Mo Qing fondly pinched her face.

Cheng peini saw their intimate behavior in her eyes, and the more she hated them, the more she grinned her teeth.

It's a gift, isn't it?

Let you send it.

He winked at her.

"120 billion." The man raised the sign.

"150 billion." Mo Qing's face did not change.

"180 billion." The man went on bidding.

"200 billion." Mo Qing said.

"Are you crazy?" Gu Xiaoran pinched him hard.

"It's OK. I can afford it. As long as you like. " Mo Qing laughed lightly.

Their voices are not big, but Cheng peini can see their expressions clearly. Seeing Mo Qing's appearance, she really has to buy the bracelet for Gu Xiaoran.

Cheng peini sneers. Even if Mo Qing is willful, Mo Zhenzhong will vomit blood when he takes a picture of the bracelet. At that time, Gu Xiaoran will be the one who is unlucky.

Now she just wants to raise the price as much as possible.

The higher the promotion, the greater the impact on Mohist funds, and the more miserable Gu Xiaoran's death.

Chong Tuo nodded his head again.

"220 billion." The man got the order and went on to bid.

"250 billion." Mo Qing is still following.

Gu Xiaoran had no strength to speak.

The surrounding people were even more shocked by the heroic shooting. The wind was quiet and there was no sound.

250 billion.

The beggar, with a cold sweat in his palm, peeped at Cheng peini. Cheng peini still didn't mean to give up. He turned his heart and cried, "280 billion."

Gu Xiaoran looks at Mo Qing, his heart is tight.

Mo Qing looked at Gu Xiaoran's face, tight, as if in her pocket for money, can't help laughing, fingers gently scraped her face as tender as skinned eggs, "money, belongings, no, you can earn, what are you afraid of?"

"Why don't you buy me a marshmallow and forget the bracelet..." Gu Xiaoran licked his lips lightly.

Mo Qing's eyes suddenly darkened.

There's a lot of money in the camp for people to finish their tasks.

But there is no place to spend the money.

When people go out to do tasks come back, they will always buy all kinds of food, candy and other things for the children in the camp. It's easy to take, and the children like it. It's their favorite thing to buy back.

Therefore, the children in the training camp are not short of sugar.

But there's no way to bring the hand-made soft candy like clouds, so no one will buy it.

Therefore, most of the children in the training camp have only seen this kind of handmade soft candy on TV.

Including Kiki.

When children enter the training camp, they are not allowed to leave the training camp until they have completed the survival training.

Kiki entered training camp at the age of three, five years younger than him.

After she entered the camp, she could not leave the training camp for several years.

Once, he went out alone to finish the task, asked her what she wanted, and came back to buy it for her.

She thought all night, ran to him and said, "buy me a marshmallow. I want a big one. I like pink."

He said, "pink is a pigmented, unhealthy color."

"White, like clouds."

Later, he completed the task, spent a lot of effort, only in a small town to buy a large handful of marshmallows, and then took that thing to sit in a military plane for more than ten hours, which became a joke among his friends.

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