Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 815 Hopeless City (83)

The sun on the small slope was just right, and the sun was mixed with warmth to play a piece of spring music, and the hopeless city was completely shrouded in a gray light.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the faint white light in the distance down the slope. He hissed, changed his posture and sat down, and then found that the white light hit Zhou Ye's face.

The silly girl didn't know it, closed her eyes and rested, no matter what white light glared her eyes, she remained motionless.

The old man slapped her.

"Don't you find it dazzling?"

Zhou Ye slightly opened his eyelids, and the white light was imprinted on the bottom of her eyes, a pair of black eyes glowed with a deep light, and the red light deep in the pupils could be faintly seen.

The light was a bit dazzling, Zhou Ye raised his hand to block in front of him.

"Ah."

She snorted softly, and just about to close her eyes and continue resting, she didn't realize that the old man next to her looked like a three-year-old child, full of curiosity.

"What do you say that is?"

What is reflective?

It must be a smooth surface. How can there be such a thing in Hopeless City? Every knife in hand is a broken knife with a curved blade, and it takes a lot of effort to cut vegetables.

The old man remembered that Qinhua had complained before that the kitchen knife was useless. He sharpened it again and again. The blade as long as a palm is now less than half a finger away, and now it is curled again. very.

"Don't sleep, go and have a look."

Zhou Ye lazily opened his eyelids and looked over, the light was still dancing on her face, the sunlight was just right, just such a flash of light, swaying ostentatiously.

"how to get to?"

She yawned, her eyes were sleepy, the warm sun exposed her laziness, and if the old man didn't shout, she could sit here for a day.

The light looks very far away, how can the two cripples get there?
The old man is full of fighting spirit.

"What's the matter, take your time, I'll be fine in the afternoon anyway."

"Don't go."

The old man stared at the lazy girl in front of him with a sullen face and a low and sad voice.

"Qinhua cooks delicious food for you every day. I don't even have a good knife. Now I have a good opportunity but someone is not happy. You are a bad girl with no conscience."

Zhou Ye: "..."

She took a deep breath, reached out and rubbed her face, trying to wake up.

"Let's go and have a look."

The old man smiled triumphantly, and pushed his wheelchair down the slope, Zhou Ye followed closely behind.

The two wheelchairs creaked one after the other. On both sides of the road there were some overgrown dry grasses. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, these vegetation just grew limply on their own. When the wind blows, they come There was a mental "squeak" sound.

The old man pushed aside the dry grass and vegetation in front of him, and walked forward with great effort. From time to time, some grass got stuck in the wheels, and Zhou Ye behind him had to help pull it.

"You girl still has a bit of conscience, Qinhua didn't love you for nothing."

Zhou Ye ignored him and just walked forward in silence.

The two disabled people walked until the sun was about to set, and then they reached the place where the old man had just seen the light.

Zhou Ye stopped, looked at the row of familiar red wooden signs in front of him, and then looked at the old man's unhappy face, expressionless.

"Why, you still want to go out and get it."

Just outside the wooden sign circle, in the dry ground, a silver-white knife blade was clearly exposed. It seemed that it had been buried inside for a long time. The weather was hot these days, and the ice and snow melted to reveal its true colors.

It is indeed a knife, and it looks exceptionally sharp.

(End of this chapter)