Chapter 1792 Brother, Please Give Me a Thigh! (51)

The closer we get to City A, the more zombies and people with supernatural powers there are.

While gathering people, Han Beimo's own supernatural powers have reached level three, and no one knows his true strength until now.

The team has grown to more than one hundred and fifty people.

Of course, there are separate team plans for each search for supplies and rest.

Wang Xue saw the girl by chance. She was so frightened that she quickly smeared her face with dirt on the ground for fear that she would be recognized.

Shen Mubai came out to take a breath. She felt as if someone was looking at her, and she couldn't help but cast a suspicious look.

Seeing this, Miao Linmei couldn't help but ask, "Miss Xie, what's wrong?"

She took a bite of beef jerky and shook her head.

Wang Xue's eyes were greedy and jealous.

She stared at the beef jerky in the other person's hand, knowing that she hadn't eaten this kind of thing for a long time.

Although Han Beimo's team has sufficient supplies, the food distribution is proportional to individual labor. After all, this can better stimulate everyone's potential and motivation, and is also for the sake of fairness and justice.

Wang Xue has no special powers, and Yu Wei and others are too lazy to pay attention to her. She can only lick her face and go to help whenever she is busy, but the food in the whole day is not enough to fill her stomach.

Not to mention something as luxurious as beef jerky.

If before the end of the world, there would be as many of these things as possible. But this is after the apocalypse, and it would be nice to have a hard biscuit every day, let alone Xiao Xiangrou.

But thank you Mianmian!

Just by looking at her appearance, you can tell that this kind of food is something you can eat every day. Her clothes are also very clean, and her dewy appearance is even better than before.

Looking at herself, Wang Xue hasn't taken a shower for a week, and her body stinks so much that others would feel disgusted if they smell it. But she didn't dare to ask for something like water. After all, it was good enough to stay in the team.

The more the comparison, the more uncomfortable Wang Xue felt.

It was time to eat again, and a person with supernatural powers handed out two biscuits and a bottle of water.

In fact, this kind of thing is already very good in the past days. After all, although the biscuits are not very delicious, they are sufficient and not very hard. At least they can fill the stomach and go on the road.

But when she thought of what was in the girl's hands, Wang Xue felt a little bit overwhelmed.

The more she thought about it, the more resentful she felt. Why?

Why can a young girl have everything, while she, Wang Xue, has to suffer here?

Wang Xue doesn't believe in fate. She feels that people like Xie Mianmian should die in the apocalypse.

Why can you live so happily?

And there is such a good brother as Han Beimo.

A superhuman next to him caught a glimpse of the girl's stained face becoming ferocious, and couldn't help but be startled. Looking at her eyes again, he couldn't help but sneered, "What? You don't accept it, just want better food." You have to put in more effort.”

Wang Xue looked at him bitterly and said unwillingly, "What about Master Han's sister? She stays in the car every day. What does she do?"

The superpower user showed a look of astonishment, and then mocked, "You can't compare to Mr. Han's sister. Besides, Miss Xie has wood superpowers. It's good that you have something to eat. What's more?" They don’t know good from evil.”

He spat and left.

Wang Xue's complexion was green and white, not ugly.

She threw the biscuit in her hand angrily.

After a while, I felt a little regretful, but it was too late. The mutated wild dog that came from nowhere quickly took the thing away and ran away.