Chen Leying: "@Liquor-soaked-sorrow, it's sunny outside, no snow."

In order to make it easier to contact "Mask", Meng Qingyin just added her to the group.

Mask: "I must be crazy to see Mahjong sending me a message."

I am a non-chief: "Huh? Demonic erosion? Hallucinations? How come I'm fine?"

Meng Meng: "Maybe it's because you don't brush enough, so the side effects haven't appeared yet."

I am the European Emperor (poor version): "I still feel that the stench in the car is real, not an illusion. This feeling is too real."

Strong wine drowns sorrows: "The snow outside is so beautiful."

Meng Meng: "For the time being, let's not go to the tower to farm. Let's find a solution first."

As they go deeper into the layers, the impact of the demonic energy on them will definitely become more and more serious.

Now I just have a fever and hallucinations, who knows what will happen next?

I am not an alpha: "What about Zhang Yan? @Zhang Yan, are you okay?"

Meng Meng: "He should be fine, don't worry."

Zhang Yan doesn’t brush it very often, so there shouldn’t be any problem.

At this time, Zhang Yan was teleported to Zhao Lan's side, but he didn't expect there was a convoy nearby.

Zhao Lan's car was at the front of the convoy.

Seeing strangers approaching, the crowd immediately surrounded Zhang Yan with weapons.

"Who are you? Why did you suddenly appear in our convoy?"

"Go report to the captain first!"

Someone ran towards Zhao Lan's car, and after a while, Zhao Lan came over.

She recognized Zhang Yan at a glance and was a little surprised: "It's you."

Obviously, she still had some impression of Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan waved at her: "Hi, I came to see you."

Zhao Lan said to the crowd, "Everyone, please disperse. I know this person."

The crowd quickly dispersed and went to cook around the fire.

Zhao Lan: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Zhang Yan pointed at her car and said, "This is not the place to talk. Let's go to your car."

Although Zhao Lan was surprised, she still took Zhang Yan to her car.

"Okay, you can tell me now what you want from me." Zhao Lan asked Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan believed that he and Zhao Lan did not have the kind of heart-to-heart relationship. If he told her about the "future" he saw right away, Zhao Lan would probably think he was crazy.

So he didn't get straight to the point, but asked casually, "Why are there so many people here?"

Zhao Lan's expression was calm: "Is this what you came to me to ask?"

"Of course not!" Zhang Yan said hurriedly, "I have something very important to tell you."

Zhao Lan looked as if she was "all ears".

Zhang Yan was a little conflicted about whether to tell her the truth now.

Suddenly, he had a good idea.

"I'm here to join you." Zhang Yan's tone was full of sincerity.

He must win Zhao Lan's trust, and joining her team is undoubtedly the fastest way to cultivate feelings.

Zhao Lan looked him up and down and asked, "Are you mentally ill?"

Zhang Yan was immediately displeased, "Why are you cursing at me?"