I'm picking up rags in the survival game

Jing Yu gave him an indifferent look and said nothing.

Jing He nodded knowingly, "Okay, then I'll continue to go out for a walk and distract their attention. It's such a thankless job."

"Remember to come back for dinner."

"I know--" Jinghe walked away holding the car keys.

Jing Yu glanced at the direction Jing He left. At present, it seems that Jing He is the only one who can protect himself without the interference of Yun Tuan when going out. His sixth sense is indeed quite powerful.

And Jinghe going out again and again may lead to two results. One is that people on the other side are panicked and rack their brains to figure out Jinghe's intentions. This panic will continue until they leave Earth Star.

The other is that Jing He wanders around without precise intentions. After staring at the opponent for a while and finding nothing, he turns a blind eye to Jing He. In this case, it will be convenient for Jing's mine.

As long as Jing He is not injured, they will not lose anything.

In this current situation, luck and strength are indispensable.

And the clouds are their greatest "luck".

But... Jing Yu lowered his eyebrows and suddenly remembered what Yun Tuan said about "ancestors have good virtues". In her words, Jing He had good luck because of the blessings accumulated by his ancestors...

How is this possible?

It would be good if the person did not commit evil. What blessing can be passed on to future generations by a dead person who brings disaster to one side?

Unless Jinghe is not that person’s biological child.

Jing Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and then chuckled. If this is true, then evil will be rewarded.

He searched for information about the cloud group on the Internet, removed all the navy robots set up by those guys, replaced them with words that exposed the ugly faces of those people, and then implanted some malicious code. Once he tried to report, he would activate the code and bind

Download some anti-fraud apps.

"The public opinion environment is really bad." Jing Yu murmured, glancing at the sneaky clouds, "What's wrong?"

"I... came out to get snacks." As soon as Yun Tuan put his hand on the trolley, he turned around and smiled.

"Is that really fruitless?" Jing Yu stood up and walked to Yun Tuan.

The cloud took half a step back.

Being too close, she felt like she was being scrutinized.

"Yes, there is, but when it comes to yourself, you can't always see clearly." Yun Tuan smiled, grabbed the trolley and rushed back into the house when he was not prepared!

Jing Yu reluctantly closed the cabinet and returned to the computer. It seemed that he could not ask for the result.

However, it’s a good thing to be able to escape, at least it’s not wood.

……

King's Enterprise Building.

The young man looked towards the upper floors with a disdainful and casual tone, "Is this their warehouse?"

"Yes, it should be. Jinghe always comes back. There should be a lot of useful information stored here." The middle-aged man wiped the sweat that kept coming out of his forehead with his sleeves. He always felt waves of dizziness, and his eyesight

When I touched that dazzling silvery white, I was forced to wake up again.

He Yu chewed gum and frowned. If it weren't for the group of godly old men who were pressing hard, he wouldn't have come to Jing's territory.

Who knows what those fox-like guys buried here.

"Your people will go up and take a look first." He Yu sat on a bench on the street for pedestrians to rest, with his legs crossed casually, as if he was sitting not on a rusty chair, but on a throne that is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

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"This, it's difficult to get in here..."

"Stop talking nonsense, just go in. If I make excuses again, I'll throw you to feed the lizards." He Yu said slowly, took out a green apple-flavored lollipop, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into his mouth.<

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The middle-aged man was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and his face looked extremely pale in the sun.

Now, if you extend your head, it’s a knife, and if you shrink your head, it’s a knife. What should we do?