"No, I can't hold on to so many."

Fan You shouted exaggeratedly, and he jumped around. When he saw a mouse about to run, he hurriedly jumped over and stabbed the mouse.

To be honest, Fan You has become increasingly aware that pulling monsters is a technical job recently, especially in the absence of group attacks, which not only ensures that all the mice follow him, but also ensures that Zhao Long and Zhang Yu are safe.

Especially Zhang Yu, his strength is not as big as Zhao Long, and his skin is also more crisper than Zhao Long's.

The weather is getting hot again now, and everyone is sweating all over, but they dare not take off their clothes. They are afraid of the rat's sharp claws, so they can just dig their hearts and lungs, which will be miserable.

But Cen Yi had already held Qiao Lingxiang's wrist and the two ran through the open space in front of Xiangcheng TV Station and came to the front of a cafe on North Road next to him.

This is a street with a very petty bourgeois atmosphere in Xiangcheng. Although the shops on both sides of the street are now broken and broken, the decorative tables and chairs inside are all scattered, and the supplies are also looted.

Outside the cafe, there is a large wooden flower bed with a romantic look. Cen Yi pulled Qiao Lingxiang to come here, pointing to the pile of fake flowers in the flower bed, and said:

"This is for you!"

He gave her a bunch of fake flowers?

Qiao Lingxiang looked down and saw a large piece of plastic fake flowers in the large wooden flower bed, covered with a thick layer of dust.

But among the fake flowers, there was a very small flower growing, the size of a fingernail, scarlet, and two tender green leaves.

"What kind of flower is this?"

Qiao Lingxiang squatted down and looked at the buds that looked strangely like small buns.

Cen Yi also squatted beside Qiao Lingxiang, shook his head, looked at a small real flower among the pile of fake flowers, and said:

"I don't know, I don't know, I'll give you what I see occasionally."

“It looks pretty pretty.”

Qiao Lingxiang squatted in front of Xiaohua, supported her chin with both hands, looked at Cen Yi again, with a smile on her lips, and said:

"Thank you, Brother Cen Yi."

For the first time in my life, someone gave her flowers. Although she was a little smaller, just as big as a fingernail, Qiao Lingxiang was so happy.

"Don't rush to thank you, there's more."

Cen Yi, who was squatting beside Qiao Lingxiang, smiled handsomely at her, got up again, pulled her up and ran into the cafe, went directly to the second floor, came to a balcony on the second floor, and said:

"Ayaka, look."

Qiao Lingxiang looked over and found that there was a small piece of vegetable planted on the second floor of the cafe. It was probably planted by the owner of the cafe last year, and it sprouted after winter this year.

She turned her head in surprise and smiled at Cen Yi:

"There are actually vegetables here. It's so good. We have vegetables to eat."

This was a good discovery. Qiao Lingxiang began to fantasize about raising these vegetables well.

It is necessary to stir-fry, chop, and...yes, her life is so easy to satisfy. A small flower and a very small vegetable field are all surprises in such a desolate city.

Cen Yi looked at her with his lips pursed, and he couldn't help feeling in a good mood. He was about to speak when he saw Qiao Lingxiang looking at a dirty clothing store opposite him, and suddenly he seemed to remember something.

She turned around and said to Cen Yi:

"I just said I forgot something, that's it. I just wanted to find some spring clothes for you, but the shops on the roadside were almost smashed, and the old clothes I stocked up were too thin and too crisp. Why not, Brother Cen Yi, you make them a set of iron protective clothing."

As Qiao Lingxiang said, she took out her cell phone again, searched the Internet, found out a set of golden silk soft armor from a martial arts TV series, showed it to Cen Yi and said:

"Just make this type of light, thin, soft, but very hard, and the style is like a garrison combat uniform, so that Brother Long and others can wear it all over their body. Usually, they wear it as spring clothes. When killing rats, they can also cover their heads and faces, which can also reduce the risk of being harmed by rats."

The soft golden silk armor is just a concept. The soft golden silk armor that Qiao Lingxiang wants is like a set of garage protective clothing woven with fine metal thread. It must be soft and strong. Then, from the head to the feet, two holes are made of eyes, and then covered with goggles, just like Spider Superman.

If Cen Yi did it, he would definitely be able to produce that kind of solid, light, fine and soft metal.

Cen Yi looked at the pictures found by Qiao Lingxiang and thought about it. He had never thought about this before and didn't know if he could do it.

He had to do it even if he couldn't do it. He said he should be kind to Qiao Lingxiang. He had to do whatever she asked, and he had to do it even if he couldn't do it.

So Cen Yi nodded and said:

"Then, each of us wears this kind of outfits, and you wear one too. If you don't worry about ten thousand, just be afraid of what style you want, tell me what style you want."

"Well, all right, don't have a skirt."

Qiao Lingxiang has no research on clothing, but she does need such a light spring outfit. Now she is wearing a thick sweater with velvet, which is really too thick in this weather.

Cen Yi nodded and tilted his head, and saw a fashion poster sticking to the coffee shop glass beside Qiao Lingxiang, a black long dress with knees, a hat and black tight leather pants, outlining the model's legs long.

This simple style is quite suitable for Qiao Lingxiang.

So, Cen Yi's fingers moved, and a black soft metal thread grew rapidly at the fingertips. The lines grew, sprouted and forked in the air and intertwined. Soon, a set of women's fashion... was woven into a sleeve on it.

The black metal material emits fine glitter in the warm sunlight of Xiangcheng.

Qiao Lingxiang looked at this magical scene and made a "wow" sound in her mouth. She looked at the black metal spring sleeves floating in the air and said:

"Brother Cen Yi, you are so big as excavators and small as clothes and fashion, you can do anything. It's so amazing."

"Um."

After being praised, Cen Yi had a slight pride on his face. He liked to look at Qiao Lingxiang and think he was very powerful and vanity.

He said again:

"The problem now is that I don't have that much ability. Otherwise, it would be nice to have tens of thousands of garrisons outside the city and 8,000 security checks to wear this kind of clothing on my body."

Cen Yi just thought about it. If he made Qiao Lingxiang with such a soft armored fashion sleeve, his supernatural powers would be empty. The more he released the metal with high quality and fine precision, the more he consumed his energy.

I want to do this for all garrisons, and I think it is a big project. He feels that according to this progress, even if he absorbs all the relics stored in the car, he can't get out the 8 people in his small team of gold wire soft armor.
Chapter completed!