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Apocalyptic Disasters: Carrying a bun and hoarding supplies novel Chapter 171

"Mom, just listen to my brother." When Bai Meiyue saw her mother frowning so hard that she could squeeze a fly with her brows, she was so amused that she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

She knew that her mother was having a hard time agreeing with Bai Jixuan and decided to intervene lest the matter escalate too far.

Mother Bai sighed. Though she wanted to say something, with Bai Meiyue asking her to leave the matter alone, she could only purse her lips and stop pushing the issue. However, a little while later, she couldn’t help but mutter angrily, "You will regret it sooner or later. Just wait."

After she finished speaking, she turned on her feet and headed to the kitchen with a humph.

Bai Jixuan rolled his eyes. He kicked himself off the door and stated, "If there is someone who is going to regret it, it will be him." He didn’t believe that his sister would not find a decent man other than Lei Qian. He turned to look at Bai Meiyue and said to her, "Yueyue, don’t worry. Brother Jixuan is with you; there is no need for you to let that man play you around by your nose."

"Got it," Bai Meiyue nodded with her lips twitching.

She glanced at the door and shrugged; even if Lei Qian was offended, it had nothing to do with her. If this was enough to make him despise her, then Bai Meiyue didn’t want to bother with that arrogant young master. She turned around and headed upstairs, where she exchanged the remaining crystal nuclei that she had stored with the system.

[Ding 400 crystal nuclei received.]

[Current status: 9000/100,000]

But even after exchanging so many nuclei, Bai Meiyue realised that it was nowhere near enough to open the third level of the barter system. Seeing this, Bai Meiyue couldn’t help but frown. She had exchanged so many good things with the barter system but it refused to budge! At this rate, when would she finish upgrading to the sixth level? freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"Can’t you give me a discount or something?" She asked angrily. Look at these exorbitant prices; this system was simply too capitalistic! It was going to suck the blood of its host dry.

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Bai Meiyue: "..."

She glared at the screen before shutting the system down. She then turned around on the bed and closed her eyes to sleep. Out of sight, out of mind.

Instead of losing her temper, she might as well sleep.

"Bai Zhan!"

A shrill voice stopped Bai Zhan when he was returning after cleaning the zombies on the corner of the street.

It wasn’t far from the building where they were living. Because he wanted to get stronger and protect his family better, he had snuck out of the house to train.

Since that was the case, he might as well nip the bud before it blooms.

He calmly glanced at his father-in-law and said to him, "If you want to exchange supplies with me, it is not impossible."

His words brought a relieved smile to Fang Qing and Mother Fang’s faces. They knew it. As long as they corner Bai Zhan alone, he will listen to them just like in the past.

But then they heard Bai Zhan say, "Just go outside and kill a zombie. Bring the nuclei inside of its head and exchange it with supplies."

"Bai Zhan! He is my father," Fang Qing couldn’t help but shriek when she heard Bai Zhan’s words. He wanted her father to kill a zombie? Has he lost his mind?

Now that Brother Fang was lying on the bed because his wrist was severed by Bai Meiyue, Father Fang was the only man left in the Fang family. If he went out to kill zombies, what would happen to them if Father Fang was killed by those man-eating monsters?

Fang Qing never thought Bai Zhan would one day treat them so cruelly. He was actually thinking of ruining their family.

"So what?" Bai Zhan hardened his heart and said, "Our sons were also your children, were they not? Do I need to remind you how you treated them, Fang Qing!?"

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