Xinghua Lane, Zhen’s small living room.

Zhen Zhen sat alone on a wooden chair, through the glass coffee table, looking like a smile at the three people sitting on the sofa opposite, too lazy to deal with it, waiting for them to explain their purpose.

The small living room seemed particularly cramped because of the addition of these three uninvited guests. The three of them combined had a tonnage of 600 kilograms. They were already shabby, and the sofa with a collapsed spring was pressed under their butts, indicating that they were overwhelmed and made a creaking protest.

"If your parents say nothing, they will be gone. If you leave a little girl with a child, what can you do in the future? Zhen Zhen, my aunt is so worried about you that she can't even eat." The fat middle-aged woman finally couldn't hold it in and took the lead in speaking.

Zhen Zhen's eyes flashed past the three-layered flesh on the belly of this man who claimed he couldn't eat. Play, you continue to play!

Aunt Zhen did not disappoint her, and the pity on her face was flashed and her eyes turned, "Zhen Zhen, why don't Aunt give you an idea?"

"Oh?" Zhen Zhen raised her eyebrows.

The fat woman patted the 200-pound fat man who was eating apples beside her, "Isn't your brother Xiaofeng defeated by the sports school weightlifting team? It's not a big deal to put a house on the job, you have to find a living. He has loved eating meat since he was a child and wanted to open a barbecue shop. Now there are too many laid off, and they are all looking for places to do small business. It's hard to find a suitable shop. Your house is not on the main street, and the location is just average, so it's not impossible for us to use it. Don't worry, my aunt won't use yours in vain..."

Before she could finish her words, Zhen Zhen stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Aunt Zhen had half of her words left in her throat, thinking that her niece went to the kitchen to pour water for her family. After saying such a long list of words, she was really thirsty. She gave a smug look with the man who was sucking in the clouds. Look, this silly girl has a weak temperament, has no parents, no backbone, and is panicking, and she is even more fooling around. This matter will be done today.

Zhen Zhen quickly came out of the kitchen room. Instead of taking out three cups of water as Zhen Yuhong wanted, she carried three knives and a whetstone. She pulled a chair and placed it in front of the chair she had just sat on, and set off to start sharpening the knife. "The knife at home is blunt, I'll sharpen it. Aunt, you continue, I'll listen."

The three people on the other side all looked at each other. When someone talks, you sharpen your knife? Where is the trouble?

Guli is weird. Is it too much to get mentally ill? Zhen Yuhong poked her man and signaled him to continue.

The middle-aged strong man shook the ashes on the ground, glanced at Zhen Zhen who lowered his head and sharpened his knife, and said in a rough voice, "I'm not telling your parents that something happened, but I've left a lot of famine for you. Now there are laid-off workers looking for a job on the streets, so human resources are worthless. What good job can you find if you graduate from a technical school? What can you pay for the money if you don't have a job?"

"Hohoho." Zhen Zhen didn't respond, and only responded to him with a sharpening sound.

"Don't say we don't take care of you, your aunt and I have thought about your way out for you. When your brother's store is opened, you will work in your brother's store. We will open two hundred yuan a month. You save some money and save a few years to repay the famine."

"Hohoho." The knife rubbed rhythmically with the whetstone under Zhen Zhen's slender knuckles, and then rubbed again.

After the eldest uncle finished speaking, it was Mr. Zhen’s turn to continue to be kind, “As for your younger brother, you are not your younger brother, but just a cousin of the second surname. Raising children is too expensive these days. We opposed your parents raising him. Your aunt is not in a position to find someone, and his mother doesn’t care. Who cares about it? Now that your parents are gone, you are still a half-aged child, and it is difficult to support yourself. It is even more difficult to raise a child. When my aunt finds someone with good conditions and no children, she will give it to someone else to raise it.”

After Zhen Yuhong and his wife finished speaking, Zhen Zhen also polished the short knife in her hand, pulled out a hair, and blew it on the edge of the knife. The hair broke off immediately when it touched the sharp blade.

The family of three on the opposite side witnessed with their own eyes what it means to blow hair. They trembled in their hearts. They held back when they said something, widened their eyes, and leaned against the sofa with their upper bodies.

Zhen Zhen raised the corners of her lips slightly, put a beautiful knife flower in her hand, and when she saw the actions of the three people on her face, she sneered, "I'm done? I just said one thing, I don't agree. Let's go quickly, if you don't leave, the sofa collapses and asks you to compensate."

The three people on the other side didn't know, not to mention other disgusting arrangements, just grabbing the house, I just came into contact with Zhen Zhen's Negrosin. It would be strange if I could be polite to them.

"Little turtle boy, your parents are gone. Do you think no one cares about you anymore, right? Are you talking to your elders like this? If you don't listen to your good words, you have to force me to teach you a lesson." Zhen Zhen's uncle, whose big name is Li Lianfa, was a social slut when he was young. He pointed his hand at Zhen Zhen with a cigarette, his eyes widened, and his face was unscathing. The little girl who was not well-versed in the world would probably be scared to tears by him.

But Zhen Zhen is not an ordinary girl. As soon as Li Lianfa finished speaking, the sharpened knife in her hand immediately threw it out, rubbing the fingertips of her fat cousin, splitting the apple half-chewed in his hand into two. The knife never stopped, and it bent against the back of Zhen Yuhong's head, cut off the rubber band that tied her braids, and finally pierced deeply between the eldest uncle's legs. The tip of the knife was penetrated into the sofa cushion, and the handle of the knife was still shaking outside.

The instinct of making the knife still existed, Zhen Zhen was satisfied. The dish of Fire Tooth Silver Wipe has been made so many times, but it has not been in vain. Of course, it is much easier to use a knife to penetrate a few fat pigs than to stuff meat with a needle to the bean sprouts.

Zhen Zhen's knife was fast, and Li Lianfa had no time to hide. He almost scared to pee when staring at the hilt between his legs! It was just a little bit! Are the knives that learn to cook so smoothly?

His wife with disheveled hair and his fat son holding a half-pulled apple were also stunned by Zhen Zhen's movements, his body was fixed, and he opened his mouth wide and forgot to react.

Zhen Zhen's eyes were joking and sarcastic, "The sword has its own tricks, and the sword has its own skills. In addition to the chopping, slice, and chopping that just used on you, there are also seven skills of cutting, cutting, cutting, cutting, cutting, slicing, spinning, sprinting, and slapping. I have only practiced it on the dead pig before, and I guess it would be more interesting to use it on the "live pig"..." He slammed the other two unsharpened knives in his hand, and turned his eyes to the six thick legs on the sofa, "Or it's good to use a blunt knife to cut the flesh."

I can't pick a good time even if I come to the door. I wonder if she is in a mess. I'll deal with these three fat men who bullied her without a father or mother, and wanted to take over her house and use her as a free labor force. She felt it was troublesome to give first gifts and then fight. She saved the gifts and used weapons directly, which was the most direct and efficient.

Who can't tell harsh words? Will you do it?

As the saying goes, you are afraid of being arrogant and being arrogant. I don’t know if the niece who is studying cooking kills more chickens. Zhen Yuhong saw a trace of murderous aura in her niece’s eyes, real murderous aura.

She was so evil that she was afraid. The man with a silver-shaped gun tip and her son couldn't help but shake again and again. This little girl's parents suddenly disappeared, and she might not want to live anymore. When she heard this, she seemed to be serious and wanted to pull them on the back. If she stayed there, it would be dangerous. Let's just withdraw first...

Zhen Yuhong pulled the clothes of her son and the man, and was the first to stand up. She lost her face and looked squintingly, showing disdain, "When I really want to take over your broken house, I see you pitiful and willing to take care of you, and kindly treat it as a donkey without a father or mother, you and that little bastard will wait to drink the northwest wind."

Zhen Zhen didn't even raise her head, and continued to sharpen her knife. She said to the three people who opened the door and went downstairs, "The place is small, so it's better not to come in the future. I want to find me. If you turn right out, someone will notify you."

The three of them went downstairs and looked to the right. The gray building with three floors of cement-sealed walls faced the entrance of the alley. It was the street police station that realized the meaning of the dead girl. In the future, they would go through the police station first.
Chapter completed!