Returning to the cemetery to tell Lu Yan the news, Lu Yan behaved very indifferently. For her, she was used to the law of the jungle and the strong, and she didn't value things like reasons. As long as there were monsters to kill and money to make, she didn't care about anything else. Opinion.
In the past two days, both of them were nervous, and the cemetery was not suitable for killing monsters at night. They made an appointment to go offline tomorrow. However, before going offline, Liu Wei'an divided the money he got in half and gave it to Part of her. Lu Yan accepted this part of the income without hesitation, a smile appeared on her tight little face, Liu Wei'an smiled secretly, he turned out to be a small money fan.
Lu Yan went offline, but Liu Wei'an did not. Instead, he returned to the city and drew 60 spells before going offline. Unfortunately, he was in poor condition and only succeeded with 50 talisman arrows.
When I got offline, it was time to eat. Now that I had money, I could eat three meals a day. When I got offline late, I had to add a late night snack. Zhao Xin had baby fat on her face. Zhao Nannan was rarely taking a bath. In Liu Wei'an's impression, Zhao Nannan seemed to have never taken a bath, or rather he had, but he didn't pay attention. However, when he thought about it, he probably hadn't washed it either. At that time, he didn't even have a change of clothes, so who would want to take a shower. Even this girl Zhao Xin looks dirty for a long time and doesn't even wash her face. On the other hand, because of the habits he developed on earth, he has to wash himself off sooner or later.
In fact, this is also due to environmental decisions. The earth is the origin of human beings. Although it has experienced nuclear wars, it still has relatively abundant water resources. Mars is different. Mars lacks water. Most of the water resources are plundered from other planets. Needless to say, drinking water is horribly expensive, and domestic water is also not cheap. Most natives of Mars have the habit of saving water, except of course the nobles, who don't need it.
After dinner, Liu Wei'an went out. In fact, Zhao Xin wanted to follow him, but at night, there was chaos outside, and Liu Wei'an did not dare to take her out.
The Martian night comes earlier, and it is already completely dark at almost six o'clock. The strong wind blows on people's bodies like steel knives scraping bones. During the day, the beggar slaves squatting in the corner have already arrived. Which bridge hole can block the wind or a broken house where you can hide? In the dark street, you can occasionally see two lights, but there are basically no human figures. It was eerily quiet.
Liu Wei'an didn't care about this. He wasn't here to admire the moon. After he went out, he started running. The first ten minutes were just a warm-up, and then the speed gradually increased. When he reached the top speed, he had already reached 80 kilometers per hour. The icy wind The whistling blew past his ears. Liu Wei'an's skin turned red and he breathed white air. Not only did he not feel cold, but he felt extremely comfortable.
Ever since he ate more than 80,000 power seeds that day, he has always had the urge to run. The feeling was like being full and needing to digest, but there was no way to digest it. He could only hold it in. Starting from the next day, He came out in the middle of the night and ran for two or three hours. His speed increased rapidly. On the first night, he was out of breath at 30 kilometers per hour. On the second night, his speed reached 60 kilometers per hour. A few days ago, he It reached a speed of 80 kilometers per hour. After that, the increase in speed slowed down and the increase was slow. However, the explosive speed was still increasing.
The explosive speed of athletes in the 100-meter race is close to 20 meters per second. He is more than double theirs, almost breaking 50 meters per second. Now, even if there is no game and he participates in sports, he can support himself.
Liu Wei'an was obsessed with the feeling of whistling in the wind. He felt as if the buildings on both sides were retreating rapidly, and he seemed to be flying. This was a completely different feeling from riding in a car.
One hour, two hours, three hours, three and a half hours later, Liu Wei'an stopped. The evil fire in his body was almost dissipated, and he silently felt the starry sky patterns sticking out of his mind, and the lighted places. , the light seemed to be a little brighter.
At this moment, the street suddenly lit up with a dazzling light, the roar of the engine came closer and closer, and the speed exceeded at least 110 yards. Liu Wei'an almost rushed through the center of the road when a yellow car roared past. , just two fists away from knocking him away.
Anger flashed through Liu Wei'an's heart. If it weren't for his agility, he would have been killed at this time. However, his anger subsided immediately. It was a sports car, and someone who could drive a sports car out for a walk in the middle of the night was not someone he could offend. After getting up, the sports car was followed by two off-road vehicles, about fifty meters behind.
It was a sports car, and it was an open-top sports car. Liu Wei'an had good eyesight. When he passed by, he could clearly see that the driver was a young man, no more than twenty years old, dressed in fancy and expensive clothes. In his arms, sitting A seductively dressed girl with smoky make-up and no trace of her age. Her belly button is exposed. She wears a miniskirt and large mesh black stockings. Her white thighs are as dazzling as white jade in this night.
From the skin, slender figure, and fragrant breath, it can be seen that the girl is also very young, no more than twenty years old. Liu Wei'an cursed in his heart: She is not afraid of freezing to death.
The air seemed to be echoing with the girl's triumphant laughter, full of wanton temptation.
laugh--
The tires rubbed against the ground, emitting a burst of smoke. The harsh sound was particularly loud in the dark night. The yellow sports car stopped about three hundred meters away from Liu Wei'an. The performance was quite good. In such road conditions and at such speed, the brakes It takes no more than two seconds to stop.
Liu Wei'an was about to leave, but suddenly he frowned. The place where the sports car stopped was a relatively large open space, which could also be said to be a small square. It was a place where slaves usually solved problems. Don't think that beggars have no benefits. Disputes are the same as aristocrats. There are conflicts wherever there are people, but the expression of interests is different. Among aristocrats, the focus of conflicts may be a certain mine, millions of slaves, or a certain high position, while among slaves it is More realistically, a biscuit, an energy can, or even a piece of rusty iron may cause conflicts.
Conflicts range from big to small. Small conflicts can be solved anywhere, but big conflicts, such as between gangs, fellow villagers, and forces, sometimes cannot be solved by fighting. This Time requires adjustment and negotiation, and this small square is the special place for negotiation.
There are buildings tens of meters high on all sides, blocking the howling cold wind. Even in the dark night, a large number of slaves gather in this place. Liu Wei'an avoids this area when running at night, staying far away to avoid Encountered any trouble.
This young man driving a luxury car must have come to have fun from the other side of the door, because even if there are cars on this side of the door, they are about to phase out second-hand, third-hand or even scrapped cars. They are shabby. In a word, No sports cars. Therefore, those who drive sports cars are the people on the other side of the door. Two off-road vehicles also stopped behind, leaning side by side. The searchlights on the top were turned on, and the small square immediately lit up like daylight. The gathered slaves were illuminated by the strong light, causing a burst of chaos. It feels like a hibernating snake nest slowly waking up.
"Whoever grabs it belongs to whom?" The young man in fancy clothes jumped out of the car and sat on the hood with a condescending smile on his face. A steamed bun was thrown out. The snow-white steamed bun rolled on the ground a few times and was stained with a lot of dust. There was still half a leaf, which could be seen clearly under the illumination of the searchlight.
The small square suddenly became quiet for a moment, and then began to boil. Each slave with eyes red from hunger let out a roar and rushed out. At this moment, the thin body burst out with unimaginable power, reaching a speed of almost seven or eight meters per second. In the end, a slightly thicker slave snatched the steamed bun and quickly stuffed it in front of his mouth. His open, yellowed teeth were about to close when he received a heavy punch in the face, and the teeth flew out mixed with blood. The steamed bun drew a charming arc in the air and accidentally landed in the hands of a seven or eight-year-old child.
This child, who was so skinny that only his bones were left, did not think about grabbing him, because he knew that compared with the others, he did not have the slightest advantage. He was brought out by others when they got up. There was no way, like him Such slave orphans with no status or power are usually put on the outer layer at night to protect themselves from the cold. When the steamed bun fell into his hand, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes burst with excitement. He opened his mouth and took a big bite. The wonderful smell of fermented flour spread throughout his body, and there was also a faint sweetness. It is an indescribable delicacy, better than anything he has ever eaten. He has seen steamed buns more than once in the commercial street and has always fantasized about what steamed buns taste like. Now, he finally tasted them, and they were better than he imagined. Eat a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times...
bump!
A rock weighing more than ten kilograms hit the child's head, and blood spurted out. The thin child fell straight down without even a groan. The steamed bun came out of his hand and rolled on the ground. No one cared about the child's life or death. The slave pounced on the steamed buns, roaring threateningly.
The joy in the child's eyes slowly dissipated, and there was no pain or fear on his face from beginning to end. The mouthful of steamed buns he swallowed in time was filled with all the memories of his last bald head, and only a pool of blood expanded on the ground. .
The steamed buns were constantly transferred from one slave's hand to another. Every slave who grabbed the steamed buns was besieged by other slaves. If he was lucky, he would bury his head in his arms after taking one bite. Unlucky. Yes, he fell down before he could eat.
The steamed buns are getting smaller and smaller, but more and more people are lying in the pool of blood. On the sports car, the young man is laughing wildly and acting arrogantly. After seeing the blood, not only is he not afraid at all, but on the contrary, there is an expression of excitement on his face. , after seeing all the buns being snatched, he threw another one out.
The slaves shouted and started a new round of looting. Blood continued to burst out, and deaths continued to occur. The young man laughed loudly. When he saw a slave's head being smashed into a broken watermelon, white and red splattered. After cumming all over the floor, he could no longer hold back, so he took the girl out of the car, unbuttoned her crotch, took out the job, and pressed the woman's head hard.
Half an hour later, the young man threw away all the remaining seven or eight steamed buns and drove back. Dozens of corpses and countless injured were left in the small square.
