1970s monkey race

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Chapter 17 Royal Heirloom

Li Zhenzhen was shocked by this sudden change. Did she accidentally expose herself? What if she was caught? What would Li Bingwen do after she was caught!

In the midst of thunder and lightning, this man suddenly knelt down in front of Li Zhenzhen!

This time, Li Zhenzhen finally saw his face clearly.

Isn't this the psychopath!

Just now when Li Zhenzhen was selling food inside, this psychopath was standing in the corridor looking at her.

He was wearing tattered clothes whose original color could not be seen. He also looked unkempt and very old. He was holding a strange long stick-like object in his hand.

The most terrifying thing is that he stared at Li Zhenzhen without moving, which made her feel creepy and she couldn't help but mutter.

Why is he always staring at me? Can he see through the thick makeup on my face and see the essence of my beauty?

Wait! This is a hospital. Is this man mentally ill? What is he holding in his hand? A long bag made of linen, so long that it can hold a long sword. Is there really a sword in it? Or it could be a wooden stick!

He won't suddenly go crazy and beat me, will he? !

It's not a good place to stay for long. Hurry up and sell it and leave.

But now, this psychopath was kneeling in front of her, looking up at Li Zhenzhen with a wrinkled old face, as if she was made of gold.

Li Zhenzhen was at a loss, her hands were shaking, and she pointed at him and cried out: "You, you, you... why are you kneeling down? Get up quickly, Get up quickly, don't kneel before me!"

The man didn't listen to her at all, and took two steps forward on his knees, begging:

"Girl, I saw you have rice, white rice! Can you give me two kilograms of rice? I, I... I'll exchange it with you for the painting! I have a painting, the emperor hunting! My grandfather gave it to me, really, the emperor hunting! Can you give me two kilograms of rice?"

"What you said is all nonsense, what emperor hunting, I don't have rice, I've sold it all, get up quickly."

"You have it, you must have more! Please give me two kilograms, just two kilograms! My old partner is dying, she still wants to eat a bite of rice from her hometown, girl, please be kind and give me two kilograms of rice, okay? I'll give you the painting!"

After listening to it, Li Zhenzhen felt that this was a reasonable reason.

If what he said was true, I would consider it as a good deed I had done today. If it was false, it didn't matter, it was just two kilograms of rice, there was still plenty in the space.

The most important thing now was to quickly get rid of this lunatic in front of me. Uh... now it seems that he is not a lunatic. Anyway, it was too exaggerated to see such a person kneeling in front of me.

She reached into the cardboard box and took the opportunity to take out two bags of one kilogram of rice from the space and handed them directly to the "lunatic".

The "lunatic" received the rice with great joy. His old face, which was full of wrinkles, suddenly blossomed into a big chrysanthemum. Tears flowed from his eyes. He held the rice with his hands devoutly and buried his face deeply in it. He cried and laughed, and murmured:

"This is real rice, rice from my hometown, my old partner, my old partner..."

As if waking up from a dream, the "lunatic" stood up suddenly, stuffed the thing that was said to be a painting to Li Zhenzhen, and ran away staggeringly.