After bandaging his wound, Zhang Zedong went to look for Fu Yizhi holding his injured arm.
The research institute is not far from here.
He had originally wanted to ask if they were to set off immediately.
Unexpectedly, I saw the two of them huddled together tightly, with tiny cries and sobs coming from them, so close and intimate.
I just came back from the gates of hell, and you two big guys are going to feed a single guy like me who was just dumped by his girlfriend some dog food
Zhang Zedong touched his slightly wounded heart, then stepped back consciously.
Take a rest first.
Having just lost three companions, they also need to adjust.
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Several people were seriously injured and it was indeed not suitable for them to continue their journey.
Anyway, we have already crossed the bridge and are not far from the institute, so there is no need to be in a hurry.
After cleaning the wounds, Fu Anan took the small notebook and went out, sitting aside to count everyone's supplies.
There were problems with four of the protective suits they were wearing.
Three of the suits were torn, and the remaining one had a damaged helmet.
Anan didn't throw away the broken talisman, but collected it and replaced it with a new one.
Three backpacks were lost during the escape. They contained food and water. Fu Anan still had a lot of these, so she wasn't particularly sad.
Even because of the life-and-death experience, Fu Anan took out a table full of feast at dinner time in the evening.
For NPCs, the game's consciousness is vague.
The concept of space has naturally become blurred for them.
So when Fu Anan took out the food, the mercenaries were not surprised at where she got so much food out of thin air, but were surprised that there were so many delicious foods.
Fu Anan cleaned out the table where the doctor used to sit for consultations and placed delicious food prepared by the hotel chef on it.
This meal tonight was absolutely amazing!
The delicious food swept away the decadence of just coming in, and half an hour later, all the food on the table was swept away.
Zhang Zedong sucked the turtle shell twice, volunteered to cut the watermelon, and ate the sweet flesh with an unprecedented sense of happiness!
He experienced what other members who had the honor of matching up with Master Fu had described before, the joy of being able to eat and drink well in the later stages of the game!
At the same time, he was a little confused. The probability that Master Fu and the others possessed space props was too high.
If it is obtained multiple times in a game of ten people, it is understandable.
But this is a game for thousands of people!
According to the dates mentioned by other members, only about three or four games had passed in between.
Will the big guys be favored by the game
Zhang Zedong took another big bite of the watermelon and reached out to take the third one.
But he found that there was no more watermelon on the plate, so he picked up the watermelon rind he had already eaten and chewed it again, eating off all the red flesh attached to the rind.
Touching my bloated belly, I have to say, it’s so comfortable to play games with Master Fu!
But at the same time he was a little worried—
"Sister Fu, we've eaten so much today, is there enough food in the space?"
"This...is never enough."
Considering that there are only four space props, it would be a dream to want to store enough food and water for eight people for ten days.
"Anyway, we can just consume and collect at the same time, it's okay."
Fu Anan patted his shoulder.
And didn't tell him anything about spatial abilities.
Good night everyone~
(End of this chapter)