Chapter 757: The power of love

I know very well that whether it is Harold, Jin Siqi, Euphy, Morris, or Rodney’s sister, Carter Eva, they are all caring about what happened that day.
Perhaps at this moment, they are complaining about me.
It is also possible that they are hating me.
But everything is okay. I am not a gangster, and I don’t give away my resources as gifts to others.
No matter what kind of funding, there is a price, and all I need is their loyalty.
Maybe it is worthless now, but in the future, it will definitely be useful.
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During this period, I went to the new weapon shop opened by Old Paige, and it was indeed a crowded place, and I came and went to buy weapons to buy weapons, or to build equipment and weapons.
Except for the prosperous business, the second difference is that Old Paggy no longer shows up on the counter, but always stays in the forging room and takes orders.
In the counter supporting the facade is his wife, Tracy.
Now, Tracy is no longer the patient who was ill in bed, or the trembling and pale-faced patient, but the red face, exuding a dwarf-specific feminine charm from the whole body. Seeing their busy mess, I thought I would leave quietly, but I didn’t want to. I was still spotted by the sharp-eyed Tracy. She called me from a distance and dispelled the crowded passenger flow, and announced the beginning of proofing at this moment. To build weapons and equipment will come tomorrow.
After closing the store door, Tracy first thanked me, then ran to the forging room to greet old Paige.
After a few meetings, I listened to the wicked smile of Old Paqi's profiteer: "Hehehehe~ Xiaoyi, are you here?"
As soon as he turned his head and was about to speak, he was surprised by his appearance: his appearance and appearance were the same as when he was in Ai Ruicheng, but the key point was his hair, the traitorous mid-point short hair , One piece missing for Mao?
Uh, no, no, it's not just one piece...
I shifted my perspective and landed on his ear, surprised: Damn it, where's the back half of the hair?
Old Paige also seemed to notice that my eyes were a little wrong, so he subconsciously touched my hair behind him, then pulled it off, revealing a bright light green bald head, and then he screamed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ah! My hair! Why does it look like this!"
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Old Paqi is a master of forging, but he knows nothing about human science.
He didn't even know that his hair would shrink when it encountered a high temperature, and would be ignited when it encountered a few flames, and it would turn into ashes at an extremely fast speed.
Perhaps he was too serious about building weapons and equipment, and he didn't even realize that his hair had burned.
But fortunately, he wears a wig, and the loss is not big, as long as one more is added.
Of course, I think so.
But when I saw the almost desperate look in Old Paige's eyes, I was puzzled. How could just a wig cause such a terrible blow to him?
At first, I thought it was just Old Paggy’s old fetish, but later, after listening to Old Paggy’s sad self-talk, I understood the truth.
It turned out that Old Paige didn’t have much hair since he was a child, and as he got older, his hair did not increase but decreased, and then decreased and decreased, decreased and decreased, until he was 6 years old when he was bald but not Become stronger.
To put it in his statement: When other children, with short soft hair, happily walk in the fields and mountains, his head is like a raw potato, bare and glowing green. Of light.
For this reason, Old Paige had thought of giving up on himself, so he was bored in the house every day and made a potato quietly.
However, at this time, he met the love of his life-Tracy with long black hair.
At that time, Tracey was a little girl who had just turned five years old. She was pure, beautiful, moving, and kind, but what attracted Old Paige the most was her long black hair.
Tracy didn't reject Old Potato-headed Puggy like other dwarf children or goblin children, but took the initiative to approach him and quickly became friends with him.
But Old Paggy was a potato head, naturally hairless, walking side by side with Tracy, as funny as the goddess and her potato.
As a result, Old Pachi gave up on himself even more.
But afterwards, Tracy did something. Not only did the touched old Paige burst into tears, she also recognized that Tracy was the woman of his life-Tracy cut off her long black hair in half and knitted it into A wig was worn on Old Paige's head.
Although it is the first time to make a wig, whether it is model or style, it is ugly, but Old Paige felt happiness that he had never had before.
After that, Old Paige never changed his wig, and kept wearing the traitorous head that didn't fit and look good, until today.
After telling the story, Old Pachi embraced Tracy's waist and began to cry and confess.
This is the first time I have seen Old Paige confess his guilt so much. He actually regarded burning the wig as a sin that is hard to remove in his life.
But think about it carefully, if the protagonist was me, maybe I would be the same as him.
Tracy doesn't seem to be good at comforting others with words, she just keeps touching Old Paggy's face and back with her hands, and of course, the top of her head.
After Old Paige cried, he began to feel anxious again: "What should I do, what should I do? This is the love token that Tracy gave me, and it burned out like this..."
He looked at me with a look of helplessness.
"It's muddy!" A pile of hash marks has long been born on my forehead: "What is the reason for being sad, isn't your wife alive? I really want it. You can let her make you a wig. !"
"But, but this wig is full of my countless fond memories..."
"The good memories are for nostalgia. You can cherish this wig. There is no need to wear it every day. And, did you know that your appearance without a wig is more than a hundred times more handsome than a wig."
"Really?" Old Paggy turned to Tracey and asked.
Tracy said affectionately: "Whether you wear a wig or not, in my heart, you will always be the most handsome."
"Oh, Tracey~~~"
"Oh, Pachi~~~"
"Oh...fuck you!" I cursed in my heart, no longer caring about these two showy guys, turned around, and left.
After this, two days later, Mi Lulu asked me, what on earth did I do to her uncle, he actually took off his wig?
I thought for a long time, and told her deeply: "Love, this thing is the power of love!"
"The power of love...?" Mi Lulu looked in a trance, lost in thought.
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