“You said, let me buy daily necessities, just swipe my card, and buy as much as possible.”
Bei Nuan argued innocently, and dragged Du Ruo into the water by the way.
“It was when Du Ruo bought a lot of board games. I saw a furniture store next to it. The furniture in it was pretty good.”
Du Ruo immediately stated, “It’s not bad. Anyway, your space is so large, and empty is empty. ”
Turning to Lu Xingchi, “It’s just a table, and it’s no better than the camping car pressure shower you bought, right?”
Anyway, don’t say anything , three people are half a cat.
None of them are apocalyptic survival players with correct attitudes.
Bei Nuan took out a camping lantern and hesitated, “Want to light it? Will you recruit the zombies?”
“It’s okay.” Lu Xingchi patted the crossbow in his hand next to him.
Yes, it’s pretty desolate here, probably no one in Bundi heard, not to mention Lu Xingchi.
Although there was a full moon of radiance, Bei Nuan turned on the camping lights and let the warm yellow light illuminate the entire tabletop.
Lighting the cassette stove, Bei Nuan brought out the mandarin duck pot cooked in the hotel from the space.
It was still boiling, gurgling with bubbles, the aroma was tangy, and the good lamb was still tender.
A table full of lamb fat beef and duck intestines with yellow throat, tofu skin fish balls, bamboo fungus and enoki mushrooms, hot pot dips and disposable tableware.
“Everything is good, but there may be mosquitoes.” Du Ruo sat down.
Bei Nuan took out a bag of strange things like a trick.
It’s a big dome outdoor mosquito net, which is propped into a large circle with circular braces, hung from a branch, just covering the dining table and dining chairs.
Lu Xingchi pulled the chair away and sat down.
He has already experienced the end times, and the conditions are difficult.
Compressed biscuits and canned food are definitely luxury items. Everyone grabs expired bread, and sometimes there is no clean drinking water.
Relying on his powerful combat power, Lu Xing always went to the most dangerous places to search for supplies, trying his best to ensure the supply of the team.
To be honest, the team’s conditions are much better than most people.
However, because you often have to abandon your car and walk, and you must be able to fight at any time, even if you find good supplies, you can only carry it with you.
Can only be hungry and full.
After the rebirth of Tuan Mie, there was a second time intensively. It had been a long time since Lu Xing had sat down and had a good meal like this.
The fresh plant scent in the air at night was quickly taken over by the smell of hot pot, and the three of them ate in full swing.
Today’s yellow throat is slippery and crisp, and Bei Nuan and Du Ruomo are fighting hard.
Du Ruo couldn’t rob her, and suddenly asked, “Would you like to get some food for the one in the car?” By
the way, I forgot about him.
Bei Nuan looked at the Mandarin Duck Pot and felt that nothing was suitable for the wounded, so he tried to remember how it was written in the book.
Bei Nuan in the book fed him compressed biscuits.
The book said that Jiang Fei was feverish, confused, unable to swallow hard and dry compressed biscuits, and nothing else.
She chewed the compressed biscuits into a paste and fed him bit by bit.
Chew, become, paste, paste.
Bei Nuan: “…” If you
kill Bei Nuan, you won’t do anything like this.
Bei Nuan flipped through her inventory and miraculously found a box of unopened baby food from the pile of large boxes that came in from the convenience store.
It’s a nutritious batter for babies, it’s perfect.
Bei Nuan returned to the car with the bag.
Jiang Fei was still lying motionless in the last row, with a bandage on his head and his dark eyelashes closed.
As if he heard someone coming, there was a little noise in his throat, and he couldn’t hear what he was saying.
Bei Nuan twisted the plastic lid of the squishy bag and squeezed a little on his pale and chapped lips.
As if feeling cold, he sips and ate the bite.
Encouraged, Bei Nuan fed him a few more mouthfuls.
This is a person who really wants to live. He closed his eyes, eating slowly and hard, but he was still trying to swallow it down.
Bei Nuan held the bag and fed him for a while, before half-hearted.
Not only is his arm a little sore, but if he doesn’t go back, Du Ruo’s greedy cat must have eaten up all his yellow throat.
Bei Nuan looked down at Jiang Fei, who was eating a little bit, and came up with a crooked idea.
She found a plastic rope from the space, tied the bag to the handle on the roof of the car, and hung it up. The mouth of the bag was tucked into Jiang Fei’s mouth.
The squishy doesn’t flow at all.
Bei Nuan found another pair of scissors and cut a small cut in the bag.
Sure enough, the mush began to flow into Jiang Fei’s mouth slowly.
A simple feeding system was built.
Bei Nuan observed for a while and felt that the feeding system was operating normally, so he clapped his hands and got out of the car with satisfaction and went on to eat hot pot.
The yellow throat was still there, right in front of Lu Xingchi, full of plates, looking at all.
Seeing Bei Nuan came back, Lu Xing dullly pushed the yellow throat in front of her.
It seemed that Lu Xingchi didn’t let Du Ruo touch him at all when she was away.
Bei Nuan held the plate gratefully, and said to Lu Xingchi, the guardian of the yellow throat, “Thank you.”
Lu Xing smiled slightly, “You’re welcome.”
Du Ruo said silently: “Cross the river and demolish the bridge.”
Lu Xingchi caught a glimpse and stared at him.
Du Ruo quickly changed the subject, “Do you two want to play Werewolf Kill?”
Lu Xingchi asked: “How do three people play?”
“I have a way.” Du Ruo asked Bei Nuan to come out the board game card for Werewolf Kill and took three cards. Card-a commoner, a prophet, a wolf.
Each of the three randomly selected one, and placed it in front of him.
On the first night, the prophet quietly checked a person’s hole cards to determine whether the opponent was a civilian or a wolf.
After daybreak, everyone takes turns to speak and finally vote. If the prophet and the common people can vote out the wolf together, the good person will be considered a victory.
It’s simple, one round determines the outcome.
“How to punish those who lose? How about not being allowed to eat yellow throat?” Du Ruo suggested.
Want to be beautiful.
Bei Nuan pulled out a stack of post-it notes from the convenience store from the space, “stickers on the face of the loser?” In the
first game, Bei Nuan drew the wolf card.
While he was contemplating how to lie and deceive people with confidence, Lu Xingji turned his head and glanced at her casually, “Are you a wolf?”
Bei Nuan: “…”
Bei Nuan was a wolf and never won.
He played Werewolf Killing with Lu Xingchi when he was crazy. He squeezed his cards as if he had clairvoyance eyes.
One glance at Bei Nuan’s expression can guess that 80% of her is a good person or a wolf, and after listening to her speech, the remaining 20% also came out, and never missed it.
Du Ruo was far behind.
However, he and Lu Xingchi were young and knew him well, so they were very accurate in guessing Lu Xingchi’s identity.
The problem is that there are only three people. He knows his identity and can guess Lu Xingchi’s identity. It is obvious that Bei Nuan is a good person or a wolf.
So Bei Nuan lost frantically, losing as a sticky note.
After playing for several rounds, when the hot pot was finished, Bei Nuan suddenly remembered her baby feeding system.
When Bei Nuan returned to the car, Jiang Fei was fine, and was not choked to death by the shed.
The bag of goo has completely drained.
Bei Nuan took away the empty bag, estimated his food intake, took out a new bag, tied it to the plastic rope, and twisted the lid.
Bei Nuan held the bag, remembering the description of this paragraph in the book.
The book says that she has been guarding Jiang Fei, chewing compressed biscuits and feeding him a little bit, carefully helping him wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and asked softly: “Do you want to drink water?”
Then Jiang Fei woke up. Up. When I opened my eyes, I saw the girl.
Her eyes were gentle, and her hand was gently resting on his forehead. Even in the darkness, her whole body still exuded the brilliance of holiness and love.
At that moment, he thought he saw an angel.
Bei Nuan imagined that scene and was moved for half a second.
However, thinking about the hot pot and the werewolf killing in his heart, the plastic mouth of the bag in his hand was resolutely poked into Jiang Fei’s mouth.
Then Jiang Fei really woke up.
He was awakened by the sensation of a foreign body in his mouth.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a bag of baby food stuffed in my mouth, the bag was still hanging from a plastic rope.
At the end of the plastic rope is a small face.
The little face was covered with yellow sticky notes.
Jiang Fei: “…”
Bei Nuan: “…” The
two people stared at each other.