The fat man looked at the man in horror and said, "What do you mean!"
"What do you mean? It means literally." The man grinned, with a trace of ferocity on his dark face.
"The supplies at this gas station have long been eaten by us. How do you think we have survived this month?"
The man snorted coldly, and immediately, the person next to him chuckled, "Speaking of which, the last meal was yesterday, and your fat meat... should be pretty good."
Hearing this, the fat man stretched out his hand to cover himself, stepped back a few steps, with a look of horror, "You... don't come over!"
Xi Guimo sat in the RV, with a twitching corner of his mouth watching the rising fat man acting over there, leaning on the edge of the car window, propped his chin with one hand, and said, "Is he addicted to acting?"
Fatty: "..." Hurry up.
The fat man pressed his fist to his lips, coughed slightly, and waved to the person in front of him, "Since this is your site, we don't need that thing, bye~"
After finishing speaking, the fat man wanted to go back to the RV from in front of these people, but he had just turned around and a handful of cold things touched the back of his head.
He quickly raised his hands, looking helpless, "What else do you want to do? Didn't I say that I don't want it?"
"Whether something is yours or not, I didn't say I would let you go, did I?"
The man had a fierce look, but his eyes were glanced at the side of the RV, and he saw the pink makeup Yuzhuo, Xi Guimo like a doll.
It's been a long time since I saw such a clean girl. It must be good to come.
The man looked at Xi Guimo unscrupulously. If she weren't still in the car, he would have wanted to go straight and move.
Hearing this man's words, the fat man's voice came faintly, "Then do you think you can stop us from leaving?"
The idea of MMP was to hit the girl, right
He dared to hit the little girl with his idea and didn't beat him to death for a while!
As the fat man's voice just fell, the gun in the man's hand gradually began to freeze, and when those people saw it, the guns in their hands were aimed at the fat man's head, preparing to shoot the man to death in the next second.
The man looked at the frozen gun in his hand, his lips curled up with a smile, "Oh, it turned out to be a supernatural person."
The fat man turned around, smiled at the man, and said, "Concession and concession."
After the previous period of special training by Xi Guimo, he has already been able to use his abilities very well, and he also understands some... very strange methods.
The fat man looked at the man with a weird look. After a while, the man's legs softened and he almost knelt down to the fat man, but at the moment of his death, he straightened his legs again and stood up again.
The man lowered his head and glanced at his calf, then sneered, "Somewhat capable?"
He unexpectedly used the ice-type power to coagulate the blood in his calf. Fortunately, he found it quickly, and used the fire-type power to melt the ice, which didn't make any public shame.
"Thank you for the compliment." The fat man was still grinning, and there was no surprised reaction to the other person being able to stand up again.
The expression on the man's face changed slightly, and in the next second it returned to its original appearance, with a fierce look, "Even if you are a supernatural person, there are not a few supernatural persons who died in the hands of Lao Tzu, and now they are all in the stomach. It's inside."