Chapter 1185: The City Where the Sun Never Sets

In the middle of the desert, there were two refugees who wanted to inform Pang Tong. Because the distance was too far, their roars could not reach Pang Tong at all.

The pursuing refugees drew their weapons and showed no mercy as they overtook them.

Blood was spattered on the sand, and the heads of both men were chopped off.

They were already the ones who ran the farthest from the refugee pile and wanted to report. They were dreaming of surrendering and staring in Pang Tong's direction.

One of the men chasing the two of them stretched out his hand to hold up the corpse on the ground, and was stopped by his companion next to him.

"what?"

"Still eating corpses?"

The companion slapped the dead body away from his hands, "Today the boss said there are cassava roots, animal meat, and even fruit! Go back quickly."

Having said this, the group of people couldn't help speeding up their pace.

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refugee pile

The atmosphere that had been dead for so long was suddenly injected with life.

Some women and children dug the sand out of the pit, put the cassava roots that Fu Anan took out in it, and set fires around them to start roasting; they also processed the raw meat in the warehouse in the space.

More people, they are polishing their weapons.

More than just sharpening weapons.

Smelling the smell of food, they couldn't help leaning closer. Whenever they saw so much food and thought that what Fu Anan said was all brought out of Pang Tong's warehouse, their hatred for Pang Tong people increased.

"There are so many supplies, but you still want to kill us, beast!"

"Kill the Pangtong people, the supplies inside are ours!"

"No, drive them out, let these scumbags experience the suffering of our escape!"

...

In just one day, people have longed for and envied Pang Tong, and now they can't wait to cramp their bones. There is no one who stays who doesn't hate Pang Tong.

What Lao Li said was really humble. It wasn't that 70% of the people were gathered, but 120% of the people were gathered together.

Everyone here had enough to eat, even the disease patients who were assigned to a separate area. They even got an extra hunk of meat and a bit of precious fruit.

The people in the whole refugee pile ate the food brought by Fu Anan, cried and laughed, said words of gratitude and cursed viciously.

It's like being fine-tuned.

This situation finally unfolded in another way on the night of the twenty-ninth day.

The weather is extremely hot tonight.

The refugees who lined up hungry couldn't sleep at all. They endured the heat and hunger and felt uneasy. Among these people, there are still two outliers hidden - Fu Yizhi and Zheng Tianxing.

The two of them met on the road.

At the very beginning when he met Fu Yizhi, Zheng Tianxing felt very lucky. But now, he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and only his angelic boss Fu was in his mind.

If Boss Fu was here, he would definitely not be hungry.

Zheng Tianxing lay on the beach and looked at the sky. He couldn't see anything in this dark area, but Zheng Tianxing felt that the sky looked like sesame paste. Super Black Sesame Paste.

He really wants to eat sesame paste!

He still wants to eat rice!

eat fruit!

Drink a cup of Bawang Bobo tea produced by Points Mall.

But the fact is that he hasn't eaten for two days.

Along the way, the movement of the two of them was particularly difficult because there was not enough food and water. Along the way, they relied on hunting lizards, gray wolves, and snakes that survived in the desert, and robbed NPCs and players they met on the road to replenish supplies.

Obviously very hardworking, but in a daze, nine out of ten days have not eaten enough.

Goodnight everybody!