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- Returning from the 900th Floor, Chapter 358 of the main text volume, as long as you have a mouthful of rice, you will be angry even if you hear the rebellion.
Putting on the gloves with red stripes on the white background, the whole person rushed into the crowd like a flame.
Everyone who came into contact with the "flame" flew several meters away.
After landing, life and death are unknown.
Zhu Xingguo glanced at Wang Wen who was indifferent.
Directly took out the machine gun loaded with bullets, and practiced marksmanship unhurriedly towards the crowd.
Anyone who dared to get close to the rice bucket was "shot".
The pairing of the two finally stopped the looting of the crowd.
One by one, they returned to the village in a shitty manner.
Some people shouted dissatisfiedly: "Didn't you say to put food? Why don't you let them eat?"
no respond.
Cheng Queyi and the two just watched the fire cooking porridge.
Zhu Xingguo and the two only care about force deterrence.
Wang Wen walked a sufficient distance and made an oath by drawing the power of heaven and earth with more than forty minutes left.
I saw a black tornado rising into the sky.
Suddenly someone in the crowd fell down and rolled over with their stomachs in their arms, and someone spat out blood.
Wang Wen thought about it, and changed his oath.
Some people in the crowd began to foam again with livid faces, and some people's stomachs suddenly flattened.
The villagers were terrified.
Suddenly scattered and fled towards every corner of the village.
Then they hit the transparent barrier one by one and fell to the ground.
People with bruised noses and swollen faces sat blankly for a while.
Stretching out his hand, he touched the air in front of him, which was clearly nothing but blocking the way, and turned around in surprise, kowtowing towards the black tornado.
Wang Wen turned a deaf ear to it and only cared about the experiment.
Ten minutes later.
Until the porridge in the rice bucket is cooked, the negative number of progress will only increase.
The black tornado spread out.
The small dirt slope outside the village turned into a big dirt pit.
Wang Wen shook her head and walked back.
The skinny boy came up to him with concern, and brought a bowl of porridge full of ingredients in his hand.
Wang Wen hurriedly waved his hand to decline.
Then he watched the skinny boy take a sip by himself in horror.
In the distance, the woman who ran into the village to call for someone came back.
When I walked to the entrance of the village, I was slightly taken aback when I saw the villagers lying on the ground.
Without asking much questions, he came to Wang Min to report the situation attentively.
According to her, basically all the people in the village who can come to the entrance of the village are here, about a hundred people.
This is basically equal to the current number of survivors in the village.
Wang Wen nodded after listening to the report, and asked her to go to the rice bucket to eat and be responsible for distributing food to the villagers, while she meditated silently.
The woman came to the rice bucket.
See Cheng Queyi feeding porridge to the child.
The child thought that the taste of porridge was not as good as bread, so he was not willing to eat it, so he just gnawed on the bread with his book.
The woman walked over and slapped the child on the ass.
Cheng Queyi hurriedly stopped her: "It's okay, it's okay, don't eat if you don't eat, don't beat the child."
The woman said to Cheng Queyi apologetically: "He dared to refuse the food that the adults gave him. These years of hard life and lack of discipline have become too presumptuous for him to discipline him. Please take care of him."
"It doesn't matter." Cheng Queyi shook his head and said: "I'm just afraid that he will be hungry for too long and eat so much bread at once, which will not be digestible. Drinking some hot porridge will be better for his health. It's okay to not eat if he doesn't want to eat."
The woman bowed gratefully to Cheng Queyi again.
Then he came to the entrance of the village and shouted to the panicked villagers: "Follow me if you want to eat."
The villagers looked at each other in blank dismay and did not dare to move.
The woman scooped a bowl of messy porridge from the rice bucket with a large spoon.
I was a little moved when I saw the rice grains inside.
Seeing vegetables, eggs and sliced ??meat again, I couldn't help but drink it myself in front of the villagers.
Eat hot porridge.
It seems that the cracked ground is filled with spring rain.
?I can't remember how long I haven't tasted the taste, which almost swallowed the woman's tears.
With red eyes, she chewed the meat and vegetables in the porridge bit by bit.
I just feel moist and warm from the mouth down the throat all the way to the stomach.
The body has temperature as if it was alive.
In comparison, although the bread given by Lord "Devil" is delicious, it is just bread after all.
It can't compare to this really big mouthful of rice soup with meat, vegetables and heat.
The villagers saw that the woman drank deliciously.
Can't help swallowing his saliva.
Boldly walked out of the village and approached her.
?Looking at the bleeding wounded next to him, then at the two menacing spirits guarding the vat, and then at a certain god in the distance who seemed to be "completed".
Quietly asked the woman: "Damn mother, you said that there are adults who donate porridge at the entrance of the village, are they the ones? Why doesn't it look like that? They even beat people. Erniu and the others haven't moved for a long time, and they probably died!"
The woman glanced at the man lying on the ground, shook her head and said to the interrogator: "Gorge giving is gruel giving, but not charity. These are Lord Devils. They have requirements for rewarding food. You must not Obedience to the rules offends the grown-ups and deserves death.¡±
The nearby villagers heard it.
All of them were speechless: "The devil? What devil? Is it real or not?"
"Are you asking for food?"
Everyone discussed in low voices.
"There are so many rules broken by a few grains of rice, it's worth not eating this kind of rice!"
As soon as this sentence came out.
The villagers moved aside one after another, revealing a young man inside.
The young man looked around wonderingly: "What? Did I say something wrong? It's not like you haven't seen their domineering appearance!"
The woman looked at him with a large spoon and smiled: "You are right, you don't need to eat this kind of food, don't worry, no one will force you to eat it."
Immediately, a villager raised the broken bowl in his hand and walked up to the woman and said, "I will eat, I will eat, my life is cheap, and I will eat as long as I am given food."
"Me too." Another villager followed behind, rubbing his stomach and saying in pain: "I haven't seen rice in half a year, now as long as someone gives me a bite, I can do whatever I want."
The rest of the villagers hurriedly lined up one by one to be honest and obedient.
The young man who was pushed out of the line was stunned.
Looking at the "unprincipled" fellow villagers, he became distraught.
Pointing to the bodies that were knocked down to the ground before, he said, "Are you all blind? Can't you see these dead people? They killed them all!"
The villagers who received the meat porridge drank the porridge happily.
The hungry people are still discussing who has more food in the bowl.
More people finished their drinks in two or three sips, obediently transferred to the queue and continued to wait in line for the second bowl.
After eating bowls of nutritious hot porridge, the villagers gradually smiled.
Hear the young man's words.
Someone joked with him: "It's no big deal to be dead. People in the village starve to death every day. It's better to be beaten to death here than to starve to death."
The voice did not fall.
In the distance, another black tornado flew up.
All the villagers held bowls and drank porridge, squinting to admire the black tornado.
After a while.
All the bodies lying on the ground moved.
Slowly opened his eyes.
Some even sat up, sniffing the scent of meat porridge that had gradually spread everywhere.
The villagers were stunned again.
The young man looked at the local people who had come back from the dead.
Opened his mouth and couldn't speak.
The person who made fun of him before swallowed his saliva and said to him: "Look, even the dead are alive now, and they all have food to eat. You don't have to eat, are you happy?"
The young man snorted stubbornly.
Turn around and leave.
Just two steps away, I found that there seemed to be something more in my stomach.
He suddenly felt a sense of fullness that he had almost forgotten.
Stomach tumbling.
Can't help but hiccup.
The aroma of a mouthful of braised beef noodles surged from the stomach sac and sprayed out of the throat along the esophagus.
The young man quickly closed his mouth.
Not willing to let go of that breath.
And use your nose to inhale hard, sucking back all the hiccups that accidentally leaked out around you. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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