Following the wind, the group of four people ran back to the ground nest. Even though they knew that they had not completely escaped from danger at the current distance, Zhang Wei gave up the idea of ​​riding a tricycle and continuing to escape a little further.

Because he could see the monk and the literary young man, his face had already been frozen and purple.

If they were asked to sit on the side three wheels and then sprinted all night in the deadly cold wind, even if they were all powerful people, they would be frozen to death.

In fact, if you exchange two sets of military coats or more, there is no pressure on Zhang Wei at all.

The problem is that even when facing colleagues from Shenwang Bureau, Zhang Wei would rather bear the reputation of a masturbating maniac and preserve the secrets of Nokia's system.

And the people in front of us are far from reaching the higher level of trust that colleagues from Shenwang Bureau.

As for the small question of whether an old antique side tricycle can be used as a four-person man, Zhang Wei's consideration and doubt at all.

Just kidding! A two-wheeled motorcycle from the third brother's house can carry at least one infantry squad's troops.

Even if not everyone can have the ability to cheat as the third brother's family, Zhang Wei still has the confidence to install four people on a side three-wheeled car...

After sending the miserable Chen Baichuan and taking the Czech style that had changed his magazines to watch outside, the remaining three people sat around the ground nest.

In the center of the local nest, the burned black can box was poured into gasoline again, and a small fire rose.

Suddenly, Zhang Wei discovered that the monk and the literary young man had some incorrect eyes.

They were already trembling like quails in the cold, desperately approaching the fire; looking at that attitude, they wanted to hold the canned box in their arms.

At this moment, Zhang Wei actually felt a little regretful in his heart. He just burned Chen Baichuan's large pile of torn clothes and burned them down with fire.

To express his apology, he took out a can and glucose injection and asked:

"Everyone, do you want something to eat?"

Almost as soon as the sound fell, Zhang Wei heard a thunderous sound from their stomachs. At the same time, their eyes saw canned food and glucose, and they could no longer pull it out.

After a while, the fat monk with big ears said with a rare firm expression:

"These things have a long shelf life and must be kept well. Maybe they will save our lives at any time. Now, just drink some lizard blood and eat some lizard meat."

After saying that, the monk turned his head away from canned food and glucose.

From this we can see the powerful temptation of these things on him.

Later, the monk took the literary youth out of the ground and drank the fishy lizard blood full of fishy lizard blood while the big lizard's blood had not yet solidified completely.

Next, each person returns with a large piece of lizard meat.

God knows! These two poor guys haven't eaten anything in a few days. They hugged the bloody raw lizard meat and couldn't wait to simply grill it on the fire.

The two of them bite the raw meat in such a big mouthful; after the raw meat was entered, they chewed it a few times, and they tried to swallow it.

All these extremely violent scenes made Zhang Wei stunned.

It seemed a little too late to realize that he could say something.

For example, she could actually tell these two goods: she still has a lot of canned food and glucose; but since others have eaten half a pound of raw meat, he thinks it is better not to say it.

Seeing that these two guys were so dedicated to eating, it seemed that the meat of this big lizard looked quite good, Zhang Wei couldn't help but jump into the ground nest.

He used the shaved bayonet to cut a small piece of meat from the big lizard.

By the way, the big lizard meat is so rare, and he has never eaten it before when he has grown to such an old age!

Because the conditions on hand are very limited, Zhang Wei could only put on the lizard meat strips with a bayonet and then put them on the small fire and barbecued them.

After thinking about it, Zhang Wei always felt that such a simple barbecue would always have a little taste. He picked up a leftover canned box and drizzled a little salty soup onto the meat skewers.

Even Zhang Wei drizzled a little bit of sake that was said to remove the smell of meat.

After grilling like this for a while, the meat skewers that were burnt on the outside actually exuded a pretty good meat aroma.

Zhang Wei took a bite carefully, let alone! Such a big lizard with an ugly appearance tastes quite good.

The most important thing is that after eating the whole skewer, Zhang Wei found a heat flow coming out of his stomach.

Similar to this result, Zhang Wei only had the same experience after eating a lot of canned beef.

Recalling this big lizard, which is at least comparable to the third-grade high-level power, Zhang Wei vaguely understood one thing: the flesh and blood of this powerful creature is probably the legendary high-energy food...

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Zhang Wei's guess was correct, because in the following time, he saw after drinking lizard blood and ate about a pound of raw meat.

I don’t know that the monk and the literary young man who had been hungry for a few days not only had enough food and drink, but also had a strong desire to cheer up.

There was no need for Zhang Wei to ask, and the two of them took the initiative to introduce their situation.

The fat monk, who was called Tang Buzai, was also an outstanding lay disciple from Shaolin Temple. So he should not look at his monk's outfit, but drinking and eating meat is completely reasonable.

This time, I entered the ruins with compassion, and planned to prevent the demon from being born.

When talking about this, Tang Buzai was serious and said the name of "Amitabha".

But he didn't know that whenever he looked at the wine bottle at Zhang Wei's hand, he had completely exposed the fact that he was a wine monk.

As for the literary young man who had not forgotten to carry the guitar while running for his life.

He claimed to be Wu Lang, and was originally a wandering singer who was home to the world. This time he entered the ruins, just to find inspiration for his own creation.

After listening to their explanation, Zhang Wei did not make any comments.

He was too lazy to care about how many things he could trust in the explanations of these two goods.

Because everyone is Chinese, there is no problem in teaming up together to keep warm for the time being. As for other things, don’t worry too much.

Later, after Tang Buzai and Wu Lang fell asleep.

However, Zhang Wei closed his eyes and began his daily breathing and cultivation. Although this place is a little more dangerous, the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth is simply a rare place for cultivation.

Just for this, it's worth a adventure here.

Not to mention, this guy has gained a lot from the energy point; even so far, Zhang Wei has not dared to read the unread news from Nokia.

Because he was worried that he would be completely out of control by the huge energy points therein.

PS: Flower monk Tang Buza, starring by book friend Yu Xun Tang Zai Huang Zai,

A young literary man, wandering singer Wu Lang, starring a heavy rain from a book friend.
Chapter completed!