Cannon fodder stepmother dressed as a male protagonist

When Anbao saw that Sun Qing had already taken a tattered dress from Jiang Hai, and when he started to gesture at him, he knew that nothing could stop him.Even if they couldn't stop them, they still had to say a few words.

"It's too dangerous. If something happens to you, it will be a huge loss to the country."

Sun Qing calmly took off the clean and tidy clothes on her body and threw them on the ground, while talking, she put on the tattered clothes on her body.

The tone is sarcasm: "You think of me too great. Even if there is no me, there are others. Our country has never been short of talents. Even if there is no one me, there are thousands of me."

This dress is already tattered, and several pieces can be pulled off with just a light tug.

Sun Qing frowned: "Find more clothes like this, and it's best to find a tattered woven bag, sack or something."

These days, no one throws good things in the trash.

The passers-by all looked insanely at a few well-dressed people digging the garbage pile with their hands.

There is also a female neuropathy in it, the most sick one, who actually puts such dirty and rags on her body.

They held their noses one by one, looked disgusted, and hid far away.

If you go far away, you will scold him insane in disgust.

Jiang Haiwang Xiangwen and the others almost turned the hill-like garbage dump upside down before Sun Qing was satisfied and called a stop.

When the two of them turned their heads, their bodies shook.

Sun Qing's hair, which was not too long, was tightly wrapped by a tattered turban that couldn't tell its original color, so she didn't think it was enough to bury it, so she squatted on the ground and kept scratching the dirt on her head.

The turban, which was already pickled, seemed to have rolled around on the ground.

And the clothes on her body have become more like a beggar than a beggar, from the coat to the trousers, there are countless layers of patches.

The shoes on the feet have also become a pair of tattered black cotton shoes. The cotton inside the cotton shoes is as black as if it was fished out of the ditch. Even beggars are unwilling to pick up such shoes wear.

What's more, it's still summer.

Who would dress like this if there is nothing wrong with their brains?
Sun Qing carefully rubbed dirt on the face, neck, wrists and ankles, which are relatively easy to leak, but this was not enough, so he asked Jiang Hai to buy a bottle of soy sauce and come back.

Sprinkle soy sauce on all the camouflaged areas just now.

An image of picking up trash and having a brain problem appeared.

He took the fire stick that he picked up from the garbage dump just now, bent his waist to ninety degrees, and trembled a little while walking.

Unless someone is sharp-eyed and staring at it, others will definitely not be able to spot it.

"Sister, I'll go with you, I'll also pretend to be crazy."

Sun Qing rolled her eyes angrily: "Don't waste time, there are so many mental illnesses."

Jiang Hai: "There are also many mental illnesses."

Sun Qing: "How many psychopaths have you met and know how to seek companionship with psychopaths?"

The last sentence successfully dispelled the two of them wanting to follow.

Sun Qing carried the tattered sack on his back, turned his head and headed towards the paint factory without hesitation.

She dared not walk too fast for fear of being seen.

Stop and go, as long as you meet someone, you will pick up anything from the ground and throw it into the sack.

It's obviously not a short road, but what she was asked to walk was as if she was going to the west to learn from the scriptures.

On the road, I also met some unlucky children who threw several pieces of dirt on Sun Qing.

It made Jiang Hai and Wang Xiangwen, who were following behind not far away, red-eyed!

After Sun Qing left, the security guard contacted the contact person almost immediately.

Don't let someone not find it, and get accidentally injured first.