337: C337 Tomatoes Bomb

C337 Tomatoes Bomb

Yue Youqian's heart skipped a beat. He had heard about it a long time ago. Apart from top families like Yue family and Mo Family, there were also other families in Hua Xia. In fact, there were also many wealthy families with hidden identities who devoted themselves to studying immortality.

This was human nature. When worldly matter could not give them satisfaction, they would always walk towards the ultimate goal, and how to live longer.

"I was already in my twilight years, but after being treated by the Miracle Doctor Liu, my body couldn't help but regain its vitality, and I even felt like I could live for another seven or eight years. This is the reason why I still call Miracle Doctor even though the Miracle Doctor Liu is young. "

Yue Ju's gaze was deep and his brows were tightly knitted. He turned his head to look at his son and continued, "I suspect that he has a deep relationship with those hidden families. Before that, do you understand what I mean?"

Yue Youqian's heart trembled and he nodded slightly.

If it was according to what old master said, then the strange things that happened to Liu Fann would be much easier to explain.

It could be called the medical skill of living and dying human flesh and bones, and it could be said that the combat strength of one versus ten was unfathomable. It was a miraculous magic technique. Also, his disdain towards money and fame was completely in line with the legend of an otherworldly expert.

"As expected, Liu Fann isn't an ordinary person. "

Thinking of this, Yue Ju took a deep breath, feeling shocked in his heart.

. . .

"Collect the junk, the washing machine, and the old phone. . . "

"Rubbish, washing machine, old phone. . . "

"Rubbish, washing machine, old phone, old phone. . . "

The familiar horn sound rang again in the villages near Linhai. Liu Fann once again returned to his daily life, feeling incomparably comfortable in his heart.

"Ding! host picked up five rusted nails. Reward: 300,000 yuan!"

"Ding! host picked up a bottomless plastic flower pot. Reward: 1 million yuan!"

"Ding! host has picked up half a 100 yuan note. Reward: 5 million yuan!"

"Ding! host. . . "

Liu Fann hummed a small tune and used the tweezers to pick up the garbage on the ground. Up until now, the huge amount of systems that he had earned could still bring him joy. After all, no one would complain about having too much money.

"Hey, I'm collecting junk. Do you want the rotten vegetables?"

In front of him, an aunty wrapped in a yellow scarf waved her hand and shouted. Her tone was full of probing.

After all, normally, those who collected junk would not collect rotten vegetables.

But to Liu Fann, even if it was worth one in ten thousand, he could not miss it.

"Auntie, how many do you have?"

The auntie was stunned. She looked at Liu Fann's tricycle and muttered with a lonely expression, "There are too many. You definitely can't store them. "

Liu Fann only knew why the lady was so sad when he entered the courtyard.

The huge yard was full of vegetables. Pepper, onions, spinach, tomatoes and so on. However, all of them were moldy and rotten without exception!

"Sigh, it rained too much this year. In the end, all the vegetables were rotten and couldn't be sold. . . "

The aunty was very sad. "Young man, if you are sincere in accepting them, you can treat them as food. Just give them some money appropriately. "

Liu Fann glanced around and saw an uncle squatting in a corner smoking a cigarette. The number of cigarette butts on the ground was uncountable. It should be the middle-aged woman's husband.

He thought for a while and said, "Auntie, I'll give you these at the market price. "2

"Okay. . . Ah?"

The auntie was shocked and suspected that she had misheard him. But in the next second, Liu Fann immediately took out ten thousand cash and gave it to the lady.

He was decisive and forthright.

"Ding! host picked up a rotten chili x10. Reward: 50,000 yuan!"

"'Ding. . . Host picked up rotten spinach x3. Reward: 100,000 yuan!'"

"'Ding. . . Host has picked up rotten tomatoes x10. Host has received tomato bomb x10! '"

"'Ding. . . Host has picked up a rotten onion x5. Reward. . . '"

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