Around noon, Ah Sheng came to deliver lunch as usual, carrying a basket that was the same size as always.
This time he left very slowly, and when he saw the bouquet of flowers at the door disappear, his originally cold face suddenly softened.
She likes this kind of flower.
The people in the courtyard looked at today's lunch, which, as usual, consisted of four steamed buns.
After Wen Li and Liang Congnan took the food, Yang Lin did not hesitate to take the rest.
Sun Yizhi's hands were empty, and he looked helplessly at the other two. Wen Li lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought, while Liang Congnan looked away from him.
The man gritted his teeth, a flash of malice crossing his eyes, but in the end he didn't say anything more, just put his hand on his stomach and went back to his room.
The situation here was not good for them; they had only arrived last night, but the hunger in their stomachs was hard to bear.
The man only provides them with this little bit of food each day; at this rate, they can only last for a day or two at most.
Yang Lin viciously bit into the steamed bun in his hand, finishing it without realizing it, because he wasn't full yet.
"Is this instance trying to starve us?" Yang Lin wiped his mouth and peered into the basket.
Hmm, it's very empty, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
“Because there were too few players this time,” Liang Congnan said thoughtfully. “If there were enough players, there would be enough food.”
But it will attract a lot of people to fight over it, and there will inevitably be casualties, but at least we won't go hungry like this.
An adult male doesn't eat a small amount at a meal, and he was very hungry.
Food. Liang Congnan inappropriately thought of the house across the street; the man had given her a basket last night, perhaps it was food too.
He suggested, "Perhaps we can eat at someone else's place in town."
Although Yang Lin wasn't much of a thinker, he quickly realized something when faced with hunger: "You mean, that woman over there?"
Liang Congnan nodded. "Perhaps she has a bit of that."
When the man brought him dinner last night, the aroma of meat was particularly strong, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.
But after eating three meals of steamed buns, Liang Congnan had to start paying attention.
"How's his fighting ability? That man wouldn't like the same thing as him, would he?"
It was too dark last night, and the man was tall and blocked their view, so they couldn't see each other's faces.
Liang Congnan was stumped by the question, and then turned his gaze to Wen Li, who was standing to the side, and met his calm eyes.
Liang Congnan was startled. "What's wrong?"
“She’s not very strong, but I think her husband would be angry if you tried to bother her.”
"She has a husband?"
"Hmm." Wen Li lowered his eyes, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.
Liang Congnan was hesitating whether to go or not when a cloud of black mist suddenly attacked his face. He hurriedly dodged, but a piece of his flesh was still torn off.
He covered his face with his hands, red blood seeping from between his fingers. Liang Congnan endured the pain and hurriedly tried to take out the transfer card to leave.
Yang Lin, who was standing nearby, was not in much better shape. The black mist first attacked his legs, and he was now completely shrouded in the black mist, constantly letting out shrill screams.
Time passed in an instant. Liang Congnan wanted to leave, so he naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to ask Wen Li why she did this.
Those people were right after all; Wen Li was indeed a madman! And there was no reasoning with a madman, so his first thought was to run away.
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