Chapter 628 Picked Up

The white-haired man walked into the room, and he seemed to be much more energetic.

He directly picked up the bowls and chopsticks prepared by Jiang Xiner, scooped up the food in the pot, and gobbled it up.

Jiang Xiner was stunned. She wanted to speak to stop him, but found it was too late.

The guy ate at an amazing speed.

In the blink of an eye, a small pot of plant root porridge with a lot of fiber and a small amount of starch was already upside down.

"Why... why did you finish it?" Jiang Xiner looked at him in surprise.

"I'm hungry!" The man answered with only two words, justified.

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After eating the food, his whole complexion seemed to be better.

This made Jiang Xiner very angry, staring at him: "You've finished eating, what should I eat tonight?"

The man fell into deep thought, and then, he flipped his hand and took out a big white steamed bun from somewhere.

"Tonight, you eat this!"

Jiang Xiner's eyes widened and stared at the steamed bun in shock.

She was different from other ordinary survivors. Although Jiang Xiner had never eaten this kind of food cooked from pure mutant crops, she had seen it before.

After all, her mother was once an evolver.

"How did you get this?" After a while, she swallowed her saliva.

As soon as the steamed bun was taken out, the long-lost rich fragrance filled the entire stone house.

"Do you know me?" asked the white-haired man.

Jiang Xiner was speechless. She didn't know anything about this man. Why was she sure that he would have something?

"I picked up this steamed bun outside the inner city last night." He said seriously.

Jiang Xiner looked at him vigilantly: "You have such food, why do you still eat my porridge?"

"The steamed bun is only enough for one meal."

He said calmly: "Maybe I won't be able to pick it up tomorrow, and I will have to come to you to eat porridge in the future."

"You want to trade with me?"

"Three days of porridge, I will pick it up again in the future, and I will exchange it with you!"

He has always been very serious.

It's as if such mutant crop steamed buns can be picked up at any time.

Jiang Xiner stared at this guy who seemed to be more and more unreliable, and her vigilance relaxed again.

It was not difficult for her to provide him with three days of plant root porridge.

In fact, with a butterfly knife, she could dig more plant roots and stems as long as she dug a few more hours a day and moved faster.

It was not a problem to feed him if she saved some money.

As for the mutant crops, she had not eaten them for a long time...

The white-haired man put down the steamed bun and got up and walked out of the stone house.

Jiang Xiner wanted to say something, but he suddenly turned around and held a butterfly knife in his hand.

"I won't steal your things. I have several of these knives."

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved it, and the butterfly knife fell to the ground and stabbed deeply into the soil.

Then he turned around without looking back and walked into the stone house with air leaking on all sides.

The cough came from the stone house again...

Jiang Xiner suddenly felt that this guy was a little mysterious, and it seemed that he was not as simple as he looked.

She stared at the butterfly knife on the ground, which was exactly the same as hers.

This is the treasure she relies on for survival, and it is also the most precious legacy left to her by her mother.

In this base, what she is most worried about is that others will come to snatch her knife.

But this guy casually threw one out...

"You don't even look down on the butterfly knife, what else is worth your attention on me?"

At this moment, Jiang Xiner relaxed her last trace of vigilance against the white-haired man.

In her cognition and speculation, perhaps he was once the family of an evolver, or even the family of a superpower.

He caught a cold and drifted here. I guess his former backer also died in the end of the world.

Otherwise, how could he casually say that he had several extraordinary weapons?

Listening to the cough coming from next door, she suddenly felt a sense of sympathy.

She turned around and picked up the steamed bun, which was still warm.

Without thinking much, she tore off a fingernail-sized piece and carefully put it into her mouth.

The next moment, a hint of happiness unconsciously appeared on her face.

She was going to eat only a little bit and save the rest for later.

But before she knew it, she had finished a steamed bun.

She realized that for ordinary survivors, the mutant crops were too filling and full.

Jiang Xiner regretted, how could she be so greedy?

That night, Jiang Xiner slept very uneasily.

Always worried, suddenly heard the hollowness in his cough, always worried, he suddenly stopped coughing...

"Don't die, I still owe you three days of porridge!"

The next morning, Jiang Xiner just opened the door, and with a creak, the shabby wooden door next door was also opened.

The white-haired man walked over here quickly.

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Xiner subconsciously nervous.

"Eat! Didn't you cook?" He asked seriously.

"I haven't combed my hair yet, come back later." She said.

"Oh! This is for you!"

The white-haired man stretched out his hand, his palm was slender and white, and he held another steamed bun in his hand.

Jiang Xiner widened her eyes.

Another steamed bun made of pure mutant crops?

"Where... where did it come from?"

"I just picked it up!"

He stuffed the bun into her hand: "Can you exchange it for three more days of porridge?"

Jiang Xiner nodded subconsciously: "Yes!"

He smiled, but for some reason, he seemed to be very sunny.

But it inexplicably made people feel gloomy.

He turned slowly and walked back to his stone house.

Half an hour later, Zhao Yin came to Jiang Xiner's stone house again.

This time, she was not as indifferent as before, but took the initiative to welcome him into the house.

It is worth mentioning that this time the porridge was mixed with steamed bun residue.

"What good luck."

She drank the porridge slowly. Although the scar on her face was very hideous, her innate quietness could not be easily changed unless it was the end of the world.

Zhao Yin understood that she was talking about picking up steamed buns again.

He smiled and said, "I just picked it up together with some medicine. Typhoid fever is no longer a threat."

Jiang Xiner was stunned, and even ignored that his luck was too outrageous.

She was very happy to know that he didn't have to die. She subconsciously wanted to cover it up, but she couldn't hide the smile in her clear eyes.

...

As night fell, the wind and snow became stronger!

The coastline of the former Arctic Ocean has long disappeared.

In the dark and cold snowy night, a huge shadow came through the wind and snow.

As it slowly descended, the two huge flesh wings with a wingspan of more than ten meters raised a strong wind and blew the snow away.

The clone stood on Xiaobai's head, and his long black hair was covered with a layer of crystal ice.

He looked at the Arctic Ocean that had long turned into a snowfield, and in the distance, the shadows of mountains were faintly visible.

He didn't know what caused the towering snow-capped mountains on the sea.

Zhao Yin took out the map, compared it, and pointed forward: "Xiaobai!"

"Yes! Master!"

Xiaobai spread his flesh wings again, facing the wind and snow, and soared into the sky.

The location of the forbidden area marked on the map is still 800 kilometers away, and it is close to the North Pole.

Not long after, Xiaobai's speed slowed down, and thick haze appeared between the snow-capped mountains in front.