Mo Ran was angry.

Wearing a boxing glove with red patterns on white background, he rushed into the crowd like flames.

Everyone who touches the "flame" flew several meters away.

I don’t know life and death after landing.

Zhu Xingguo glanced at Wang Wen, who was indifferent.

He took out the machine gun filled with bullets and practiced his marksmanship slowly towards the crowd.

All those who dare to get close to the restaurant were "shot".

The two of them finally stopped the crowd from snatching each other.

One by one, they urinated back to the village.

Someone shouted dissatisfiedly: "Didn't you say letting go of food? Why don't you let it eat?"

No response.

Cheng Quyi and the others just watched the fire and cooked porridge.

Zhu Xingguo and the others only care about the deterrence of force.

Wang Wen walked enough distance and took the oath through the [Harmony of Man and Heaven] with more than 40 minutes left.

I saw a black tornado soaring into the sky.

Suddenly some people in the crowd fell to the ground with their stomachs in their arms, and some people spit out blood.

Wang Wen thought about it and changed his oath.

Some people began to foam in the crowd again, while others frothed their stomachs.

The villagers were frightened.

He scattered and ran towards every corner of the village.

Then they hit the transparent barrier one by one and fell to the ground.

The people with bruised noses and swollen faces sat down on the ground for a while.

He reached out and touched the air in front of him that was clearly nothing but blocked the road. He turned around and kept kowtowing towards the black tornado.

Wang Wen turned a deaf ear to the test.

After more than ten minutes.

Until the porridge in the rice bucket is cooked, the negative progress still only increases and does not decrease.

The black tornado spreads.

The small earth slope outside the village turned into a large earth pit.

Wang Wen shook his head and walked back.

The thin boy came up with concern, holding a bowl of porridge full of ingredients in his hand.

Wang Wen quickly waved his hand to refuse.

Then he looked at the thin boy in fear and took a sip on his own.

In the distance, the woman who ran into the village and called the man back.

When I walked to the entrance of the village, I saw the villagers who fell all over the ground, stunned.

Without asking any more questions, he came to Wang Wen to report the situation.

I heard from her that most of the people in the village who could come to the entrance of the village were here, with about one hundred people.

This is basically the number of survivors in the village.

After hearing the report, Wang Wen nodded, asked her to go to the restaurant to eat and be responsible for distributing food to the villagers, and she pondered silently.

The woman came to the meal bucket.

I saw Cheng Quyi feeding porridge to the child.

The child thinks the taste of porridge is not as good as bread, so he is unhappy to eat it, so he just holds the book and chews the bread.

The woman walked over and slapped the child in the butt.

Cheng Quyi quickly stopped her: "It's okay, don't beat the child if you don't eat it."

The woman said to Cheng Quyi apologetically: "He dares to refuse the food given by the lord. He has become too presumptuous to discipline him after all these years of hardship and lack of discipline. You should take it more responsibility."

"It doesn't matter." Cheng Quyi shook his head and said, "I'm just afraid that he will not be able to digest so much bread at once. Drinking some hot porridge is better for the body. If you don't want to eat it, you'll be fine."

The woman bowed to Cheng Quyi again with gratitude.

Then he went to the entrance of the village and shouted to the anxious villagers: "Come with me if you want to eat."

The villagers looked at each other and dared not move.

The woman took a spoon and scooped a bowl of messy porridge from the rice bucket.

I was moved when I saw the rice grains inside.

When I saw vegetables, eggs and meat slices again, I couldn't help but drink them first in front of the villagers.

Hot porridge.

It seems like the dry cracked ground is filled with spring rain.

I can't remember how long I haven't tasted it for almost swallowing the woman's tears.

She chewed the meat and vegetables in the porridge bite with red eyes.

I just feel that my mouth goes from my throat and my stomach becomes wet and warm.

The body feels warm as if it comes alive.

In comparison, although the bread given by the "Devil" is delicious, it is just bread after all.

It's not as good as this really big mouthful of rice soup with meat, vegetables and steam.

The villagers saw the woman drinking fragrantly.

I couldn't help swallowing my saliva.

A brave man walked out of the village entrance and approached her.

He looked at the wounded man who was bleeding on the ground, then looked at the two evil spirits guarding the bucket, and then swept over a great god in the distance who seemed to have "completed his approach".

He asked the woman quietly, "Do you said before that there was an adult who gave porridge at the entrance of the village. Why didn't they look like him? They even beat people, Erniu and the others hadn't moved for a long time, probably they were dead!"

The woman looked at the person lying on the ground, shook her head and said to the questioner: "Putting porridge is giving porridge, but not Bushan. These are devils. They have requirements for treating food. You must have offended the adults without following the rules and offending them. They deserve to die."

When the villagers nearby heard this.

They were shocked: "Devil? What devil? Are they true or false?"

"There are requirements for food?"

Everyone whispered.

"Several grains of rice break the rules so much, it's better not to eat this kind of rice!"

As soon as this sentence came out.

The villagers dodged to the sides, revealing a young young man inside.

The young young man looked around and wondered: "What? Did I say it wrong? You guys didn't see their arrogant look!"

The woman looked at him with a big spoon and smiled: "You are right, it's better not to eat this kind of food, don't worry, no one forces you to eat."

A villager immediately raised the broken bowl in his hand and walked up to the woman and said, "I will eat, I will eat it, I will eat it if I am awesome."

"So too." Another villager followed behind, rubbing his stomach and said in pain: "I haven't seen rice for half a year. Now, as long as someone gives me a bite, I can do whatever I want."

The other villagers quickly lined up one by one and were honest and obedient.

The young man who was excluded from the line was shocked.

Looking at the "unprincipled" fellow villagers, they were furious.

Pointing to the bodies that were knocked to the ground before, he said, "Are you all blind? Can't you see these dead people? They killed these!"

The villagers who received the meat porridge were drinking the porridge happily.

The hungry person was still raising his head to discuss who had more ingredients in the bowl.

More people finished drinking in a few sips, then moved to the line and continued to queue for the second bowl.

After drinking bowls of nutritious hot porridge, the villagers gradually smiled.

Hearing the young man's words.

Someone joked that he said, "What's the big deal about a dead person? People in the village starve to death every day. Being beaten to death here will feel better than starving to death."

The words have not ended.

A black tornado flew out in the distance.
To be continued...