Quick Wear: The Bad Girl is Reborn and No Longer Confused

Si Mo can slowly condense a small fire dragon, and the earth wall is also thicker, so it should be able to barely block a bullet attack.

The six of them sat in a circle, whispering about the battle plan.

"Brother Mo, please believe me, okay?"

Si Mo stared at the little guy, with an unshakable worry in his eyes.

Xu Tao shook her arms, her eyes full of seriousness, "We have no other choice."

"Be very careful. If anything goes wrong, run away immediately and don't worry about us. If anything happens to you, I won't survive alone."

Xu Tao held the person quietly, and after a minute, she removed the rice and flour with high morale.

The man at the corner of the stairs curled up his lips in a bloodthirsty smile. The little rat finally showed his head. He aimed his finger and pulled the trigger, and the bullet whizzed out.

A dirt wall was quickly erected in front of Xu Tao, barely blocking the bullets.

After confirming the direction, Xu Tao rushed forward first, followed closely by Si's father.

The man's smile froze on his face, and he launched another rage, only to be stopped by another wall of ice. He tried to move again, but felt his hand go numb. Xu Tao quickly raised her foot and kicked at his wrist, sending the wooden cannon flying from the man's hand.

Cheng Lei used the wind to control the wooden warehouse, and only let out a breath slowly after it fell safely into his hands.

Seeing the situation was hopeless, the man turned to run, but was entangled by a fire dragon, which started breakdancing on the spot. When no one made any sound, Yang Jiao put out the fire.

With wooden cannons in hand, they were not worried. The six of them gave up the idea of going home and decided to attack Room 202.

Si Mo walked in front with a wooden gun. He liked to go to the shooting club in college, so his accuracy was pretty good.

The door was tightly closed, but that didn't pose any problem for them. Xu Tao kicked it to pieces easily with a few kicks.

The four people in the room trembled with fear. When the door shattered, their hearts rose to their throats. They knelt down and begged for mercy, "They forced us to do this. We have no choice. The elderly and children are in their hands. Please let us go. We will behave ourselves and change our ways."

"Let you go? Why did you turn a deaf ear to those poor people when they begged you to let them go?"

The shifty-eyed man quietly extended his hand, and a flash of fire suddenly erupted, extinguished in less than two seconds. They had truly realized that villains are often killed by their excessive talk, so they decided to act decisively.

"Listen, is there any movement?"

"Bang, bang, bang~"

"Yes, it seems to be coming from the second room in the corridor."

After checking inside and out and finding nothing wrong, Xu Tao suspected there might be a secret door, so he knocked and hammered everywhere.

"Sister, we must have heard wrongly. Who usually installs it at home... well... I will definitely not talk about it in the future."

There was no light from the secret door. Only when Si Mo extended a flame from his palm did everyone see the furnishings inside the room. There were boxes of gold bars and cash, as well as a lot of jewelry.

There was a small carved wooden box in the secret compartment on the side of the table, but when I opened it, there was nothing inside.

Si Mo felt something was wrong when he weighed it. After careful observation, he found a bulge. He pulled it out and revealed a layer of bullets neatly stacked inside.

"what!"

A scream broke the silence in the room and five people rushed over.

"What happened to Xiaoyan?"

"There's...a little kid on the table."

The child was brought out, dying, with not a single spot on his body intact. Several people wanted to slap the beast a few more times.

"His mouth is dry and cracked. Let's give him some water first."

The child subconsciously licked his lips, then shuddered as he woke up. Seeing that it wasn't those demons, he slowly spoke, "Please... please... save... save my brother... my brother."

"Don't be in a hurry, tell me slowly, where is my brother?"

"Two...twenty..."

"202, right?" The child nodded slightly and then fainted again.

None of them knew medicine, and they didn't dare give the child medicine casually, so they could only hope that someone in the next room could cure the disease.

Two people were left to take care of the children, and the other four went next door.

There were dozens of people lying in a mess inside, each of them with red and swollen bodies. When they heard the noise, they hugged themselves and huddled in the corner. Only one person stared at the door with resentment.

Xu Tao couldn't bear to turn her head away, her throat hoarse, "Those demons are dead. There's food in the corridor for you to take away."

Everyone thought it was a new demon and listened numbly. Gradually, they looked up with disbelief in their eyes and confirmed the information with each other to make sure that they were not hallucinating and cried heartbreakingly.

The young man stepped forward and grabbed Si Mo's hand: "Benefactor, have you ever seen a little boy? He is about the size of my belly, with big earlobes and a greedy mole at the corner of his mouth."

"He's been thinking about you next door."

The young man stumbled out of the room, and the others scrambled to escape.

"An An, wake up. I'm your brother. Can you answer me? Doesn't An An want to eat a hamburger and drink cola? I'll take An An with me. I'll also take An An to his favorite naughty castle, okay?"

Tang Ping continued to transfer wood-type abilities to his brother. After a few minutes, his face turned as pale as paper, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Xu Tao couldn't bear to see this, so she took out a wood crystal core and gave it to him, "Put it in your palm and absorb it."

Tang Ping didn't ask any questions and did as he was told. After absorbing two pills in a row, his complexion improved a lot and he wanted to continue treating his brother.

"Is there any medicine that can help?"

Tang Ping's eyes flashed with surprise and he said several in succession.

Xu Tao's consciousness entered the space, and he quickly took out all the medicines and handed over a cup of warm water.

"Thank you, benefactor. I will work like a slave to repay you in the future."

After taking the medicine and receiving the wood-type supernatural power treatment, the little guy's face became a little rosier and his breathing became much steadier. Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why don't you leave?"

"My benefactor, 201 is my home."

When his twenty-year-old brother was five years old, his parents, who had always had a good relationship, suddenly divorced for unknown reasons. They soon each started their own family, and the two of them became unwanted burdens.

Fortunately, his parents were well-off and gave them a good amount of money every month, which he used to hire a nanny to look after his younger brother while he continued his studies at medical university.

When he graduated and thought everything would get better, the end of the world came. Fortunately, he always felt insecure and stockpiled a lot of food at home.

After the green rain, he discovered that he had wood-related abilities. He was good at making some flowers and plants grow, but he was definitely no match for others in a fight.

Half a month into the apocalypse, that group of people took over their home without explanation and bullied the two brothers, beating and kicking them. As the number of people continued to increase, the demons' methods became more and more disgusting.

He and his brother swore to die rather than obey. The group of people probably wanted to temper his temper and did not do such disgusting things to him.

By chance, he discovered that he had the ability to cure diseases, so he secretly treated his younger brother. However, the demons thought his brother's recovery ability was amazing and wanted to conduct experiments on him, so he almost killed his younger brother.

"It has nothing to do with you. It's those people who are wrong. Cheer up. You still have to protect the little guy and let him grow up. What are your plans next?"

Tang Ping lowered his head and remained silent, not knowing where they could find shelter. This house held too many cruel memories. An An was only seven years old, and he didn't want to be constantly reminded of the trauma he had endured.