Chapter 305 Feeding and Food 31

   But being able to be here for seventeen days, Father Fu is indeed the strongest!

  Fu Anan looked at Fu Yizhi, "Brother Fu..."

  Fu Yizhi had already put the rest of the roast duck aside and closed his eyes slightly.

  He must be very tired.

  Fu Anan looked at him and shut her mouth, carefully pulled up a corner of the curtain and gently closed it for him.

   Without disturbing his rest, Fu Anan squatted aside and began to study his abilities.

  However, it is impossible to rub a kitchen knife like paper like Fu Yizhi, but it is possible to pull a small handle into the square space.

   But what are you doing pulling Xiaojiu?

  Does making a bow scare people to death?

  Fu Anan massaged his swollen brain and sat next to Fu Yizhi.

   His eyes fell on his naked upper body, which was covered with bruises and bruises.

  Although he didn't say it, it's no wonder it doesn't hurt.

  Fu Anan sat up and carefully cleaned the wound on him.

  No medicine, Shimizu collected a lot secretly.

  Damp the cloth and gently clean the wounds on his chest and arms, then his fingers.

  Fu Anan carefully wiped off the black blood and mud on him, and got out the pus accumulated inside.

   When it's over, let's enjoy it by the way.

  Although Brother Fu's hands are full of scars, they look really good.

  The fingers are long and slender, with well-defined joints. Since the hair and nails in the game will not change without external force, the nails are still as round, clean and neat as they were when they entered the game.

  It's a pity not to do a manicure.

  Fu Anan shook his head regretfully, and carefully put Fu Yizhi's arm back. The ventilation duct was very quiet at this moment, Fu Anan was fine, so she sat next to Fu Yizhi and took a nap.

  The head started to move a little bit, and then it leaned against his uninjured shoulder.

  A pair of cold eyes opened, Fu Yizhi glanced at his cleaned fingers, and squinted at the little gray ball next to him, with a little more warmth in his eyes.

  In the copy of the four crises, the two rely on each other...

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  Fu Yizhi was pierced through his shoulder blade and was seriously injured, but his recovery was amazing.

  The twenty-eighth day of the game.

   Fu Anan checked his wound, and both sides were scabbed.

   "Wow, Brother Fu, you recovered so quickly!"

  The slightly hot breath hit the naked skin and itched slightly. Fu Yizhi stretched out his hand and patted Fu Anan away,

   "Sit down when you've seen enough."

  Fu Anan sat up when he heard the words, touched his head, "Speak well, don't hit me on the head if you have nothing to do."

   After she finished speaking, she stretched out her paws, facing Fu Yizhi's mouth, and started feeding every morning.

  After feeding a whole bowl, Fu Yizhi wiped his mouth, "Drinking pigeon soup in the morning?"

   "Don't you need to make up for your injury?" Fu Anan chewed dry bread, and gave him another piece, quite proud of it,

   "You are also lucky to be teammates with a hoarder like me.

   For another person, can we have no shortage of food and drink like us? "

  …

  This is really impossible!

   Several other people in the same ventilation duct are suffering now.

  They couldn’t leave the range of the kitchen because of the armbands on their hands, and their previous whereabouts had already attracted Embu’s attention. A slight movement of the top of their heads might cause them to stretch out their terrifying tentacles and explore inside.

  The few people who escaped have been worried these days.

  Looking at a large number of human beings dissected as food, enduring hunger and thirst, and suffering both physical and psychological oppression.

   They're all about to break down.

  (end of this chapter)