Apocalypse Begins: Stockpiling Supplies, I Have a System, Why Fear?

Jiang Wenxi was tricked by her family into an apocalyptic game, unaware that it was a real apocalypse inside. A special spatial fusion would soon spread to their world. By a twist of fate, Jiang We...

Chapter 377 A strange place

Nighthawk·····

What's wrong with throwing it away after use? After all, he is the leader of this group of people.

"What's that look in your eyes? Or are you leaving right away? You're a bunch of people, and you can't even take care of yourselves, and you expect us to entertain you?"

Nighthawk sighed. They could only look forward and suppress their sadness in their hearts.

Instead of feeling sad when looking at tired people, you might as well get some food to replenish your body. No one knows what their tomorrow will be like.

Jiang Wenxi watched Ye Ying stand up and added another sentence.

"Make some extra so we can keep it for later use."

Nighthawk didn't say anything. He had already seen Shen Yunchuan's operation last time. He would clean up their kitchen stock later so that he wouldn't regret it later.

I saw the sheep in the backyard and the little monsters in the pond, and I slaughtered them all in a short while.

When Gu Ran heard the noise in the kitchen, he squatted at the kitchen door and looked inside.

Nighthawk felt uncomfortable being stared at, so he turned around and glanced at him: "Are you afraid that I will poison you?"

“Leave out the carrots.”

Nighthawk gritted his teeth: "Got it, stay away."

Gu Ran reminded worriedly: "Put it in, you eat it."

Nighthawk glanced at the living room and suddenly wanted to complain. It was already a long time ago, but they couldn't even get what they wanted to eat, and it was still popular to be picky about food here.

In order to supplement their nutrition, they gritted their teeth and drank the nutritional supplements prepared in the laboratory.

In contrast, what kind of life they live every day.

He cooked them all even though he didn't eat carrots.

Dinner was ready, but Fang Huaizhi and Qin Yuchen still hadn't finished their conversation. Jiang Wenxi muttered softly.

“Real ink.”

Shen Yunchuan smiled but said nothing. Qin Yuchen had a group of people to support, so naturally he had to strive for more benefits.

The fox didn't want to suffer any loss, so naturally the talks didn't go smoothly.