Chapter 1185 The City on which the Sun Never Sets

  In the middle of the desert, there are two refugees who want to inform Pang Tong. Because the distance was too far, their roars could not reach Pang Tong at all.

  The chasing refugees drew their weapons, and while catching up to them, showed no mercy.

  Blood was splashed on the sand, and both heads were cut off.

  They were already the ones who ran the farthest from the refugee pile and wanted to report. They were dreaming of surrendering and staring in Pang Tong's direction.

   One of the men chasing and killing the two of them stretched out his hand to hold up the corpse on the ground, and was stopped by his companion next to him.

"what?"

   "Still eating corpses?"

  The companion slapped the corpse in his hand, "Today the boss said there are cassava roots, animal meat, and even fruit! Go back quickly."

   Speaking of this, the group of people couldn't help speeding up their pace.

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   In the pile of refugees

  The atmosphere that had been dead for so long was suddenly injected with life.

   Some women and children dug the sand out of the pit, put the cassava roots that Fu Anan took out in it, set fires around them and started roasting; and processed the raw meat in the warehouse in the space.

   More people, they are sharpening their weapons.

   More than just buffing weapons.

  Smelling the smell of food, they couldn't help but lean towards it. Whenever they saw so much food and thought that what Fu Anan said was all brought from Pang Tong's warehouse, their hatred for Pang Tong people increased.

   "There are so many supplies, but you still want to kill us, beast!"

   "Kill Pangtong people, the supplies inside are ours!"

   "No, drive them out, let these scumbags experience the suffering of our escape!"

  …

  In just one day, people have longed for and envied Pang Tong, and now they can't wait to cramp their bones. There is no one who stays who doesn't hate Pang Tong.

  Old Li’s words are really humble. It’s not that 70% of the people are gathered, but 120% of the people are gathered together.

  Everyone here had enough to eat, even the disease patients who were assigned to a separate area were no exception. They even got an extra hunk of meat and a bit of precious fruit.

  The whole refugee pile ate the food brought by Fu Anan, cried and laughed, said words of gratitude and cursed viciously.

  It seems to be finely divided.

  This situation finally unfolded in another way on the night of the twenty-ninth day.

  The weather is extremely hot tonight.

  The refugees who lined up hungry couldn't sleep at all. They endured the heat and hunger and felt uneasy. Among these people, there are still two outliers hidden - Fu Yizhi and Zheng Tianxing.

  The two of them met on the road.

   At the very beginning when he met Fu Yizhi, Zheng Tianxing felt very lucky. But now, he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and only his angelic boss Fu was in his mind.

  If Boss Fu was here, he would definitely not be hungry.

   Zheng Tianxing lay on the beach and looked at the sky. He couldn't see anything in this pitch-black area, but Zheng Tianxing felt that the sky looked like sesame paste. Super Black Sesame Paste.

  He really wants to eat sesame paste!

  He really wants to eat rice!

   Eat fruit!

  Drink a cup of Bawang Bobo Tea produced by Points Mall.

   But the fact is that he hasn't eaten for two days.

   Along the way, the actions of the two of them were particularly difficult because they did not have enough food and water. Along the way, they relied on hunting lizards, gray wolves, and snakes that survived in the desert, and robbed NPCs and players they met on the road to replenish supplies.

   Obviously very hardworking, but in a daze, I haven’t had enough food for nine out of ten days.

Goodnight everybody!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)