Douluo's leaves cover the sky

"This cup of milk tea was stolen from the Pope's Milk Tea Shop." My brother showed off. "One cup costs one Gintama Coin, and the business is booming. Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it."

"Oh my god, a Gintama coin," the younger sister said, covering her mouth, "It's too expensive, we will be caught, please give it back quickly."

"Don't worry, it won't be discovered. There is a big bucket inside, and you can't even see anything less." My brother said disapprovingly.

There was helplessness on the sister's face.

Her brother never listens to her.

"Then how did you get in?" My sister asked, "Did they not lock the door?"

Ye Ying is also very curious.

"I pried the door open." My brother said proudly.

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younger sister

"You pried the door open." My sister was shocked. "Why don't you just move the bucket away?"

"Wouldn't it be discovered if the bucket was gone?" My brother asked doubtfully.

My sister felt like she was going crazy. "If the door is gone, won't we be discovered?"

My brother was stunned.

He thought for two seconds and replied, "That makes sense."

My sister quickly rolled the wheels of her wheelchair with her hands and moved towards the door.

The brother quickly grabbed her wheelchair.

"Sister, where are you going?" my brother asked doubtfully.

The younger sister said nothing and silently turned the wheel of the wheelchair.

The wheels of the wheelchair rubbed wildly against the ground, and two obvious ruts were plowed into the soil, but the position of the wheelchair did not move at all.

Ye Ying suddenly understood something,

He asked in a low voice, "Big Buddha, this is how great strength can produce miracles, right?"

"What the hell?" Dafo said a little confused, "This young man is quite strong."

The younger sister finally gave up her struggle and said angrily, "Let me go. I don't have a stupid brother like you to let me go. I don't want to be arrested by the Department of Order and put in jail."

My brother refused to let go.

"If they catch you, I will fight them tooth and nail and I will protect you." My brother said seriously.

"You have nothing, why are you using your head to protect me?" the sister said angrily, "go away, I don't want you as a brother anymore, let me go."

"I promised dad to take good care of you." My brother said solemnly, "I won't let you go."

"Haha, I need you to take care of me." My sister laughed angrily, "You are just a loser. You can't even find a job in the city. How can you take care of me?"

"What a waste, you even want to steal a cup of milk tea. Even if you steal, you still steal so stupidly." My sister reprimanded loudly, "Aside from your strength, what else do you have? Do you know how much I look down on you?"

The brother fell silent, and gradually lowered his head amidst his sister's scolding.

"Humph, from today on, I don't have you as my brother," my sister said angrily.

She turned the wheel of the wheelchair with all her strength, only to find that her brother was still holding the wheelchair.

"Are you done?" The younger sister turned around angrily and scratched her brother's hand with her nails.

She used so much force that her sharp nails left bloody traces on the back of her brother's hand.

"That's enough," my brother shouted loudly, "Are you done yet?"

My sister was frightened.

"It's not because of you that I can't find a job." My brother felt extremely aggrieved. "Regular jobs require household registration, but there are also irregular ones. As long as I am willing to go with them, as long as I am willing to live in the staff dormitory and only come out once a month, I’ll have a job”

"Haha, then go ahead," my sister said harshly, "I think you can't bear the hardship at all."

"Who said I can't eat bitter milk tea? I stole it just for you," my brother said angrily. "A few days ago, you said you smelled a particularly fragrant smell and wanted to try it. I remembered it and stole it."

My sister said angrily, "Did I let you steal the milk tea? You have to go there yourself?"

"Look at my legs. They were scratched by pebbles just now. I didn't say a word," my brother said, pointing to his calves.

His lower legs were covered in bloodstains.

This was scratched out by the stones picked up by the rapid rotation of the wheelchair's wheels when he was just pressing the wheelchair.

Looking at these scars, my sister's expression was moved, but when she raised her head