Chapter 592 Ablation 45
After bandaging the wound, Zhang Zedong went to look for Fu Yizhi with his injured arm in his arms.
The research institute is not far from here.
He used to want to ask if he wanted to leave immediately.
Unexpectedly, I saw the two of them getting close together, and there were small screams and sobs from inside, and they were very intimate.
This, this is just a trip from the gate of hell. Do the two big bosses give dog food to this kind of single dog who was just dumped by his girlfriend?
Zhang Zedong touched his slightly injured heart, and then retreated consciously.
Let's take a rest first.
Just lost three companions, and they need to adjust as well.
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Several people were seriously injured, and it was really not suitable for them to continue on their way.
Anyway, I have already passed the bridge, and it is not far from the research institute, so there is no need to worry.
After cleaning the wound, Fu Anan went out with a small notebook and sat aside to sort out everyone's supplies.
There were problems with four sets of protective clothing they wore.
Three of them were damaged jumpsuits, and the remaining one was damaged by the helmet.
The broken Fu Anan was not lost, so he put it away and replaced it with a new one for them.
Three of the backpacks were also dropped during the escape, and they contained food and water. There are still many of these Fu Anan, but it is not particularly distressing.
Even after going through a lot of life and death, Fu Anan took out a big meal at dinner time in the evening.
For NPCs, the consciousness of the game is vague.
The concept of space is naturally blurred for them.
So when Fu Anan took out these foods, the mercenaries were not surprised that she conjured so many foods out of thin air, but were surprised that there were so many delicious foods.
Calcined eel, lion head, soft-shelled turtle soup, spicy shrimp, beef sauce, roast leg of lamb, and a whole big watermelon! This made everyone who had eaten instant noodles and compressed biscuits uncontrollably salivate.
This meal tonight is really amazing!
It was decadent to come in after the food was swept away, and the dishes on the table were swept away half an hour later.
Zhang Zedong swallowed the soft-shelled turtle shell twice, and volunteered to cut up the big watermelon. Eating the sweet flesh gave him an unprecedented sense of happiness!
He experienced what the other members who were lucky enough to be matched with Mr. Fu described before, that kind of joyful feeling of being able to eat and drink well in the late game!
At the same time, he was a little puzzled. The probability that Master Fu and the others possess space props is too high.
It is understandable if you get it multiple times in a ten-player game,
But this is a game of thousands of people!
According to the dates mentioned by other members, about three or four games have passed in the middle.
Is it possible that the boss will be favored by the game?
Zhang Zedong took another big bite of watermelon and reached out to grab the third one.
It turned out that there was nothing on the plate, so I picked up the already eaten watermelon rind and gnawed it again, and gnawed off all the red flesh sticking to the rind inside.
Touching my bulging belly, I have to say that playing games with Master Fu is very comfortable!
But at the same time he was a little worried—
"Sister Fu, we ate so much today, is there enough food in the space?"
"This... has never been enough."
Based on the fact that there are only four space props, it is a dream to hold enough food and water for eight people for ten days.
"Anyway, it's okay to consume and collect at the same time."
Fu Anan patted him on the shoulder.
Didn't tell him anything about space abilities.
Good night everyone~
(end of this chapter)