Chapter 7 Sailing Carnival 7

Chapter 7 Sailing Carnival 7

"Feiyan is right. The most difficult part of the doomsday game is the last ten days." Li Gao said while wiping the gun in his hand,

"Find out other players and get space props is the top priority."

"Ayong, did you find anything?" Li Gao turned to the big man next to him and asked, "Among the more than forty people, is there any other player?"

"Yes, two newcomers." Ayong nodded,

"They are so stupid. They ask around who is the player. They don't know that NPCs can't hear any information about the game. But I also learned from them that they don't know about special props yet."

"The rules of the game are opaque, and you have to figure out everything by yourself. This is what I like about games." The corners of Gao Feiyan's mouth twitched slightly, "Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people to help us step on mines."

Li Gao couldn't deny it, and reiterated again, "Pay attention, be sure to find players with space props"

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Fu An'an returned to her room, and sat down with some exhaustion.

Recalling what happened in the past few days, Brother Li, Master Zhu, and Dr. Song are always the closest to them.

After knowing it, it seems that I have walked through the gate of hell.

What did Fu Anan say this time, he didn't dare to bring them food anymore.

Not only that, but it is best not to pass by their room every day.

Therefore, when Fu Dafu was cursing at Fu Anan's door and asked her to deliver lunch to the sailors on the deck, Fu Anan began to play dead, pretending not to hear him.

Delivering food is like sending your life away, and if you do it a few more times, it will be really fatal.

"You little bastard, you are as good as your father! You will be afraid of something big. Next time, even if your father kneels down and begs me, I will not take you out to sea!" Fu Dafu was angry cursed at the gate of Fu An'an,

"You bastard, bastard, you don't deliver food and clean up for me, and you don't do anything. Be careful, I will let the captain throw you out."

Cleaning is also better than food delivery.

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The eighth day of sailing survival, 6:30 in the morning

Fu Anan returned to her original job.

However, Fu Dafu didn't seem to want to make Fu Anan too comfortable, so he deliberately assigned the corridor outside Li Ge's room and the corridor outside the infirmary to her name.

Bang, bang!

As soon as there was a sound outside, there was a knock on the door inside.

Fu Anan stood at the door, stood on tiptoe and looked in through the small window of the food delivery.

There was only a roar, and after the violent impact, it was the sound of teeth scraping against the iron door.

Chills down the back.

Fu Anan looked at the closed door and took a few steps back, always feeling like Li Ge would break out.

"Useless coward! Such a coward." Fu Dafu who was passing by glanced at Fu An'an, and kicked over the basin next to him, "No breakfast is allowed until it's cleaned up."

The water in the basin collects towards the drain, forming a vortex.

The cleaner next to him was sympathizing with Fu An'an, how could there be such an uncle, but Fu An'an was staring at the small whirlpool in the drain.

"Aunt Li, I want to ask, where will the water go?"

"Of course it is directly discharged into the ocean." Aunt Li, who was cleaning alongside, said, "You don't think we will recycle it, do you? How can we do that? We have special water filtration equipment to turn seawater into domestic water. It's clean."

Fu Anan nodded when she heard this, "Then I'm relieved."

"You are a little girl, you have a lot to think about." Aunt Li smiled, "Today's breakfast is fish porridge. The fish that the sailors caught are fresh."

Hearing this, Fu An'an was taken aback, and his eyes touched Fu Dafu who came out of the restaurant with a bowl of fish porridge.