"Well, Teacher Cang!" Lao Wang heard it before anyone came, and sniffed hard, "I turned over a dozen pieces with my fucking hands, and as soon as I came up, I saw you guys eating barbecue here - what the fuck? Leave it to me!"
Teacher Cang: "..."
Brother Congyong: "..."
One thing to say is that the scene was uncontrollable at that time. If Li Congyong was not in so much pain that he almost sucked out milk from the wooden stick he was biting in his mouth, Lao Wang would have died suddenly on the spot and it would have been a happy ending for the whole family.
Lao Wang looked at the scars on Li Congyong's body and then at the big iron plate in Teacher Cang's hand, feeling shy all of a sudden.
"Ah this!"
Li Congyong has good qualities. After being subjected to the post-modernist torture, he only fainted three times, which makes people marvel at his strong will to survive.
He looked like he had just been fished out of water or hot water. Because of the various wounds, he could neither stand nor sit. He panted there for a long time and took a few mouthfuls of the food he brought with him to recover. A big pill for physical strength, finally regaining my soul.
"Don't say anything. Niang Xipi, you love me so much. Say a few words to distract me. Please," Li Congyong's expression seemed to be crying and smiling, "Then, you guys coming from other directions won't do it." Found a creature that looks like the source of the contract? We can't let a few of us kill all the breathing people here! Then why the hell do I have to suffer this? Why don't I just find a self-degrading arithmetic ball..."
"I've been wandering around here for three or four days," said Gan Wu, another strong man with a black face. "I've encountered a lot of zombies and killed a lot of them, but I really haven't found anything weird. Alas. ..”
"It's only been three or four days. From the east direction, the big island with the blue sky and white sun flag is said to have arrived 21 days ago. There were more than 80 people when they arrived. When I met them yesterday, there were only 60 left after a full dozen. I was preparing a piece of it. What a piece of exhaustion!"
"That's it, guides. You think I am a newbie who has only been on the rail line for three weeks. How can I be so good? I am alone. I was almost killed by 13 white-skinned dogs in less than three minutes after I came in. The walking corpse is destroyed, he said!"
"Hey, girl, you have been silent for so long. Why don't you share the information with everyone? It will be good for everyone to go out early."
"@#￥%!@#!"
"Good guy, who knows what language this is and can you help me translate it?"
"It should be Swedish or Danish or Norwegian. These three languages are basically the same, uh, but I can't specify the translation..."
Not to mention the few people present, even Li Cang and Lao Wang's Ten Kingdoms Translator did not include this language. This language is relatively rare, and coincidentally, this blond girl can speak both languages fluently. languages, all of which are not included in the translator...
"Do you have any Stripper teammates? Come and pray for the translator to add a few languages!"
"without..."
"How rare it is to be a stripper, you don't have to have it."
At least learn English, Chinese or other popular languages. Everyone gave up in frustration: "Wait a minute, find an opportunity to join a group and join a temporary discussion group."
In addition to punctuation marks in the entire forum and prayer interface, the survivors have always used exclusive text that is mostly called "divine text" (PS: mentioned in Chapter 1) - I am afraid that humans are not only online. Only then can we have the opportunity to truly unify the world and have barrier-free communication, and that's just in a literal sense.
"How many people are here now?"
"There are probably hundreds of them anyway. I've seen fifty or sixty subordinate islands alone, and they're all trapped in this shitty place."
"This is the first time I have encountered this situation since I got on the track..."
"Hey, everyone's track mechanism may be different, but I think everyone has already experienced the urinary nature of the little coin boy and the track line. What is coming will definitely come back. This one, two, three, four, five, six, seven or eight will come sooner or later. I’m going to suffer!”
"I still don't understand the 'airdrop' principle of Xiaobi Zaizi. Where should I throw the poisonous circle? Or what?"
"It's rare for so many people on the same track to get together. Let's swallow the pain in our own stomachs. Can't we talk about some pleasant topics..."
"Is there anything else on the track that can generate this kind of topic? Why didn't I know?"
"Hahaha!"
It’s hard for the newbies on the forum to imagine that they have gone through various situations involving the so-called track boss relationships, but the real bosses turned out to be like this...
Gossip, complain, chatterbox per capita!
The ten or so people were very excited, and they couldn't close their mouths when they opened their mouths. They kept talking non-stop. No matter what, you talk about yours and I talk about my chickens and ducks. Anyway, let's get bald and feel good first!
Just like this meaningless and efficient half an hour passed, I don't know who stopped first, but everyone was quiet, and the entire island suddenly fell into an awkward and embarrassing situation.
"Well..."
"emmmm..."
"Hahaha!"
Not all the guys on the track have the conditions on Li Cang's side. The sky island has its own jump point to the base.
This group of people have seen more living people than they have ever seen in a year since they got on the track. They are either looking at the walking corpses or having in-depth exchanges with strange beasts. All of them are either talkative or autistic, although they have not risen to the level of The degree of mental illness must be more or less involved!
After all, he is a subordinate who has undergone several physical strengthening. Li Congyong's physical strength has almost recovered by now. The scars are still there, but his energy has returned.
"Damn, I thought I was going to burp," Li Congyong forced a ferocious smile on Li Cang, "Thanks, brother!"
"It sounds weird..."
"Isn't it? The scene just now of little brother Li Cang holding a red steel plate on your body is still lingering in my mind. Isn't this more exciting than watching a plasma tablet?"
"Fuck!" Li Congyong scolded with a dark face, "Seriously, what is the process?"
"If you want to say it, it's reckless. Kill all the walking corpses and beasts that can be seen on this broken ground. It will lift up the grass and sweep away one piece after another. I don't believe that luck will be so bad. Sooner or later, the rightful owner will be killed. Caught!"
"Otherwise, what else can I do? I've almost walked all over this area, and there's nothing that seems abnormal at all! Besides, the guy who can come up with such a contract with gangster logic should be You must be very strong, how come you don’t even have the slightest sense of territoriality? You’re so ungrateful! Just let a bunch of zombies and us just mess around here and build whatever you want!”
"I -" An old man was about to say something, but when his words came to his lips, he quickly turned into: "Fuck me! Hide!"
A group of large birds with gray-black bodies covered with white clouds and wingspans of at least two meters flew straight down from the sky. When they were still hundreds of meters away from everyone, hundreds of strange birds opened their mouths in unison:
"yue~"
Puddles of light red liquid spurted out, and everyone suddenly felt that the air in all directions became burning and stinging.
This scene and picture are very familiar to Mr. Li Cang. He wishes he could see them eight times a day without even thinking about it. It's either a strong acid or a strong alkali. It's the same old routine.
A group of people screamed and rushed into the dilapidated building next to them, basically in a state of running around with their heads in their hands.
"Fuck, you're so careless, you're so careless, we should have hid in from the beginning..."
"What should we do now? They can't get in...right?"
The entire dilapidated building not only has glass, but there are not even a few floor slabs left. It is completely empty. A three-year-old child would not build with building blocks like this. Expecting this thing to protect everyone is pure nonsense and psychological comfort!
"The Point Guard Is Here"
