Huayu: Starting by piggybacking on the fame of "Fairy Mom"

Chapter 127 Hitchhiking

"You're so big, yet you never use gas when you ride your bike!"

Liu Qianqian pointed her finger at Fan Bingbing and fired.

After riding the sheep, she went out for a ride on a motorcycle to enjoy the scenery. They hadn't gone far when the motorcycle broke down on the road. After checking various things, they finally discovered it was out of gas.

"You idiot, you said there was enough oil, so go ahead and drive!" Fan Bingbing rolled up his sleeves, picked up the little bean and shook him.

She's been riding on and off for the past few days, only covering a little over 200 kilometers. As a novice, she never even considered how far a tank of gas could take her.

Furthermore, when Liu Qianqian handed over the car, she confidently asserted that she had personally witnessed her aunt fill it up for the last time and said that her aunt could drive it for half a month at a time.

Liu Qianqian kicked her legs wildly, but being too short, she could only rely on her sharp tongue: "You just wait to be eaten by wolves, wait to be picked up by someone to have babies!"

Relying on her martial arts skills, she tried to scare the older sister.

However, she didn't dare to put her real effort into Fan Bingbing—she could be shameless in small matters, but she was still perceptive in big matters.

Yesterday, the three girls had a fight. Liu Qianqian wanted to subdue them with force, but Zhou Xiaobai immediately drew a line: fighting is fine, but whoever uses force will be beaten up.

These words were clearly meant for Liu Qianqian.

Including the time spent in the space, she had practiced her kung fu for over ten years, and it was real kung fu that could draw blood.

If this were to escalate into a full-blown fight, Fan Bingbing and Tong Liya would surely be turned into rotten eggs.

After witnessing Liu Qianqian's ability to break bricks with her bare hands, Fan Bingbing and Tong Liya decided that they should also take time every day to learn martial arts in the space!

Zhou Xiaobai said that if there are action scenes in the future, the role will basically be unavoidable.

You disagree?

Then beat them into submission!

"Tch! You little brat, you've got a sharp tongue!" Fan Bingbing looked up at the desolate place, his heart skipped a beat, and he shook Liu Qianqian's hand.

However, as the only one among the four who could be considered an adult, she felt that she could handle such a small matter herself.

She put Liu Qianqian down, flashed away, sent the motorcycle into her spatial dimension, glanced at Tong Liya and Zhou Xiaobai who were huddled together and fast asleep, and then flashed out again.

On TV, you often see tall, long-legged women stopping cars in desolate places. She wanted to show Liu Qianqian that age is a skill, and looks are a weapon. Liu Qianqian is just a little kid, currently relying on her cuteness and quick wit. In terms of looks, she can outshine Liu Qianqian for at least ten years.

Now is the time for me, the king of looks, to shine!

Upon hearing this idea, Liu Qianqian also became interested: "Sister Bingbing, I'll do it, I'll do it."

She thought she was a real fairy, very cute, and incredibly smart. How could a mortal not stop his car when he saw a fairy?

"Hehe!" Fan Bingbing sneered, without objecting, and turned around to sit behind a large rock by the roadside to watch the show.

Ten minutes later, no cars left!

Half an hour later, Liu Qianqian wasn't in a hurry at all. It wasn't that it couldn't be done, it was just not the right time yet.

An hour later, the roar of a car engine could be heard in the distance. Liu Qianqian coughed twice, waking up Fan Bingbing who was almost asleep, wanting to show her her extraordinary abilities.

She set up the roadblock she had prepared beforehand—a red scarf hanging from a tree branch; she had packed all her school supplies with her when she ran away.

In the distance, truck driver Zhang thought he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes and checked again—yes, a child was stopping the truck two hundred meters away.

He paused for a moment, and then an uneasy thought came to his mind: In this remote place, where there was no village in front and no shop behind, a pretty young girl was stopping the car. Could it be that he had encountered a ghost in broad daylight?

His hair stood on end, and the old driver's words of wisdom flooded his mind: "Xiao Zhang, when you're driving long distances, it's fine if you want to do good deeds, but there are three types of people you shouldn't give rides to—the elderly, children, and monks. Also, there are many evil spirits in desolate places, so don't panic, just pretend you didn't see anything, and keep going."

Zhang closed his eyes, stepped on the gas, and shouted, "I can't see, I can't see..."

The truck roared past, "Puff... puff... puff..." Liu Qianqian, her face disheveled in the wind, was puffing out exhaust fumes.

"Pfft!"

Fan Bingbing emerged from behind the rock, laughing loudly, "Qianqian, you can't do it, let me do it."

"No, I can do it." Liu Qianqian pouted, unwilling to admit defeat.

Another hour passed, and Liu Qianqian finally accepted it—accepting a mother named "Failure".

Without saying a word, she turned and walked behind the big rock, squatted down there, and opened her eyes wide to learn from her older sister's strengths.

Fan Bingbing now wears short sleeves and hot pants as her standard attire, mainly because she looks beautiful and eye-catching—and that's what catches Zhou's eye.

Ten minutes later, a cattle truck drove by.

A kind driver stopped the car, but the smell was too strong, so Fan Bingbing gave up.

It's true that beautiful people are bound to have good luck.

The first car had just left when another one arrived. This time it was a watermelon truck, piled high with watermelons. Fan Bingbing spotted it from afar and was tempted to help: "If you give us a ride to our destination, we'll eat all the watermelons in this truck."

She brought her own roadblock props, stretched out her long legs, and succeeded.

Driver Lao Wang spotted the beautiful woman who had flagged him down from afar. He glanced around, a strange look flashing in his eyes, and slowly stopped the car.

As a seasoned driver who frequently travels this route, he mainly engages in long-distance fruit and vegetable transportation.

This is also his favorite route—many hikers go to western Xinjiang to pray to gods and Buddhas, and single women are especially common.

Having tasted success a few times before, he felt he had struck gold again today.

"Hey beautiful, what's wrong?" Old Wang asked as he got out of the car. He wore glasses, and his simple, honest face, which had a somewhat bewildering look, perfectly concealed his tall stature.

"Uncle, hello. We just finished visiting Buddha in the western region, and it's too hot outside, so we'd like to hitch a ride." Fan Bingbing's reason was perfectly legitimate, and he waved to the person behind him after speaking.

Old Wang was secretly pleased: Sure enough, just as I thought, but it sounds like there are other people?

Just as he was about to ask, Liu Qianqian came out from behind the rock.

"Just the two of you?" Old Wang asked with a smile. "And she's a pretty young lady. You're really lucky."

He then peered over to check if anyone was behind the rock—as an experienced driver, he knew he had to be careful and not make a mistake.

"Uncle, yes, it's just me and my sister," Liu Qianqian answered quickly.

She admitted defeat at that moment; the older sister was truly amazing.

A thought even crossed my mind: if my mother and aunt were here, it would definitely work too.

"Oh! What a cute little girl." Old Wang wanted to give her a gentle pat on the head. Liu Qianqian dodged it: "My head is divine, my family can touch it, heaven and earth can touch it, even my younger brother can touch it, who do you think you are?"

"Can we get a ride?" Fan Bingbing asked again. She couldn't let Liu Qianqian steal her hard-earned harvest.

"Where to?" Old Wang's eyes darted around.

"You can go wherever you want. We'll just follow this road and get off at the town ahead." Fan Bingbing took out a map and looked at it. There was a small town a hundred kilometers away, so there must be a gas station there.

Old Wang nodded, very willing.

He knew this road like the back of his hand. It was a sparsely populated area, so he could drive slowly, turn a corner and go into the mountain valley. Things would surely go well.

In the driver's seat, Lao Wang tried to make conversation.

Fan Bingbing thought the driver was a good person, so she responded with a few words here and there.

Liu Qianqian remained silent, but the more she listened, the more uneasy she felt, and alarm bells rang in her mind.

As a seasoned expert in hide-and-seek, her forte lies in reading people's expressions and outsmarting them.

Although she didn't understand the driver's purpose, she felt confident.

No matter what kind of monsters or demons you are, if you don't cause trouble, fine. But if you do, then we'll see blood.

Half an hour later, as darkness fell, Fan Bingbing was drowsy from the light, and Liu Qianqian also closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Seeing that the time was right, Old Wang slowly drove off the main road and turned into a desolate area—