"Well, Teacher Cang!" Lao Wang heard it before anyone came, and sniffed hard, "I turned over more than a dozen pieces with my fucking hands, and as soon as I came up, I saw you guys eating barbecue here - why don't you?
Leave it to me!"
Teacher Cang: "..."
Brother Congyong: "..."
One thing to say is that the scene was uncontrollable at that time. If Li Congyong hadn't been 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.
His whole body looked like he had just been fished out of water or hot water. Because of the various wounds, he could neither stand nor sit.
A big pill for physical strength, finally regaining my soul.
"Don't say anything, Niang Xipi, you hurt me so much. Just say a few words to distract me. Please," Li Congyong looked like he was crying and smiling, "Then, you guys coming from the other direction 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.
The exhaustion of one fragment!"
"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 beasts in less than three minutes after I came in.
The walking corpse is destroyed, he said!"
"Hey, girl, you haven't spoken for a long time. 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 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 the entire forum, in addition to punctuation marks in the prayer interface, the survivors have always used the exclusive text that is now 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 bullshit 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 fully understood 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 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 been through various situations about the so-called track boss relationship, but the real bosses turned out to be like this...
Gossip, complain, chatterbox per capita!
The ten or so people were all very excited. 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 a confusing and embarrassing situation.
"Well..."
"em"
"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 eaten 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 that right? The image of little brother Li Cang holding a red steel plate on you just now 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 our process?"
"If you want to say it, it is reckless. Kill all the walking corpses and beasts that can be seen in this broken ground. It has lifted up the grass and swept 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 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 a cry: "Fuck me! Hide!"
A group of large birds with gray-black bodies covered with white cloud patterns and wingspans of at least two meters flew straight down from the sky. Hundreds of strange birds opened their mouths in unison when they were still hundreds of meters away from the crowd:
"yue~"
Puddles of light red liquid spurted out, and everyone suddenly felt that the air in all directions became burning and stinging.
This scene, this picture is very familiar to Mr. Li Cang. He wishes he could see it 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 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 blocks like this. Expecting this thing to protect everyone is pure nonsense and psychological comfort!
