Four Hundred and Eighth Thorn Head

"Oh, I'll sit, I'll sit. ΔW?w*W.┡Ke Wai Shu. O R G? 【Fengyun Novels】"

The punk boy in grief and anger took off his sunglasses, which were smashed by machine gun shells, and threw them away!

Then he sat down on the picnic bench and watched Zhao Ru sweating, his eyes rolled, and he turned to look at his subordinate, a purple-haired rock youth,

"Don't we still have a few boxes of instant noodles in the car? Come here, bring them all out and cook them for everyone."

Then he looked at Luo Feifan again, and shouted familiarly:

"Brother, borrow a fire, I treat you to instant noodles!"

Luo Feifan threw a big fireball, as if showing off his skills, and turned around with a smile to join in the fun. He took out a pot from the trunk of a car, asked Zhao Ru to fill it with water, boiled a pot of boiling water, and brought it to Punk. in front of the man.

The punk man then directed the people in his hands to make a bowl of instant noodles for each of An Ran and the others. He twisted a small white plastic fork with his big thick hands, and chatted with Luo Feifan while eating the hot instant noodles.

Luo Feifan is very good at public relations, and after a while, he and the punk boy became brothers again. With Luo Feifan's various mediations, everyone knew that the punk boy and his group of teammates were not in the same band.

Before the end of the world, they were all people from all walks of life. They were attending a large open-air themed party in the south, so everyone was dressed in this non-mainstream way. Later, when the end of the world came, in a large party with tens of thousands of people , there are only a few dozen survivors left.

The survivors in these parties got entangled together. Under the leadership of the punk man, they first defended a building. The supplies in the building were eaten up. Seeing that the zombies were getting stronger and stronger, they drove to the north to find the radio station. Northern Hubei.

Punk men are not called punk men, but Wang Wei.

Oh, in their team, there is also a water-type power user, a woman, Wang Wei's daughter-in-law, named Xu Lier, who is sitting in the passenger seat of Wang Wei's jeep, wearing a leather jacket, wearing lip nails, and holding a gun Red lipstick, the one on the painted lips.

Looking at this group of people with non-mainstream painting style, An Ran didn't take the initiative to run up to join in the fun, and the other party didn't come, Zhao Ru looked at that Xu Lier, walked to An Ran's side, and said in a low voice:

"It's pretty thorny."

"Well, it looks like it's not easy to deal with."

An Ran turned around holding the doll,

Turning her back to Xu Lier who was painting lipstick, she whispered to Zhao Ru:

"I think what Wang Wei means is that he wants to form a team with us."

Zhao Ru shrugged, indifferently said:

"I don't think they are weak, as long as they don't hold back."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ru walked to the side of the national road, looked at the side of the cement road, where there was a row of fat thorns, turned her head and asked:

"Do you still need water for this plant?"

"Go ahead, I think you are free."

An Ran shrugged, and then told Zhao Ru,...

"They have their own preferences, don't touch them, if you annoy them, I can't help it."

"Say it as if you didn't make them."

Zhao Ru curled her lips, and stayed away from those fat thorn balls. These fat thorn balls look inconspicuous, and people who don't pay attention can't find them at all. When did so many fat thorn balls grow on both sides of the national highway? Zhao Ru knew that these must have been made by An Ran.

She chose a good team, so she had to improve her strength to make herself a standard match for the team.

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