This is a wasteland with no grass, even if spring has come, it is still not the slightest scene of recovery, trapped in the end of winter, holding a few withered dead trees, quietly waiting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The unkempt man, his eyes were filled with coldness, he stared at Zheng Fei, glanced at the spear, closed his eyes and opened them quickly, exhaled helplessly, took out the kettle next to his buttocks, tilted his head and poured it hard, barely poured out a few drops of Ganlin for him, licked his tongue, moistened the chapped and bleeding lips.

Looking at his pitiful appearance, Zheng Fei frowned slightly, moved slightly, took off his kettle and threw it over, afraid of danger and did not dare to approach, you must know that people can do anything in order to survive.

Unexpectedly, the man with a smoke in his throat just glanced at the kettle that had fallen beside him, and then looked away, but his expression seemed to be very painful, and thirst was his biggest problem at the moment.

It had been five days since he had been in this boundless wasteland, and a pot of water had already been drunk, but he had not yet seen the end of the wasteland, and he had to find a place to lie down and conserve his strength, waiting to see if he could catch a rabbit or something like that, kill and drink blood, this was his only hope of survival.

Just now, in prostration and despair, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Zheng Fei's figure, if it weren't for Zheng Fei's aristocratic clothes, he would have gone over to ask for alms.

The extreme allure of the water attracted him, so that he unconsciously wanted to reach for the kettle, but out of his attachment to dignity, he clenched his fists in hatred, and simply closed his eyes and slept against the trunk of the tree.

The blazing sun was shining down without reservation, and there was an unsettling boredom in the air, and the earth was roasted hot, and it was no exaggeration to say that the wasteland at this time was like a desert, just a little more withered grass.

Yet, in the midst of such a difficult predicament, the man endured the torment of thirst with all his might, and was half-lying on the trunk of a tree without saying a word, and even his breath was burning.

Weird people, what hatred and what grudge, don't drink the water in front of them?

The unusual behavior of ordinary people couldn't help but arouse Zheng Fei's curiosity, but as the saying goes, curiosity kills cats, not to mention that cats have nine lives...... So he had to be cautious.

He took a deep breath and pointed his gun at the man, carefully moving his steps closer to the man, watching for traps under his feet.

At a distance of five or six meters, he stopped and looked at the man warily.

"Who are you?" he asked.

He knew it was pointless, but there was nothing else to start with.

The man's eyebrows were slightly raised, but he still didn't open his eyes, and the tip of his nose let out a hot and dry breath, and he let out a muffled snort, and was silent.

After a pause, Zheng Fei asked again.

This time he heard the man respond, a very vicious curse, but not in Latin, but in English.

This person's name is Lanny, his hometown is in England, due to various reasons, his mind is full of contempt and resentment towards Zheng Fei, so he would rather die of thirst than ask for Zheng Fei's water, and he was so unhappy that he wanted to scold Zheng Fei when he asked him, and he was worried that he would lose his life by angering the other party, so he could only use another language, he didn't want to die here now.

However, Zheng Fei was not angry at the unprovoked swearing, but was more curious about the identity of this person, and after a while, he curled the corners of his mouth.

English, then.

"If I'm not mistaken, your hometown should be in England?" he had a terrible London accent, having lived there for many years.

The long-lost and familiar mother tongue made the man tremble, and he opened his eyes in an instant, staring at Zheng Fei incredulously.

"Are you also English?" Although he didn't understand Zheng Fei's appearance that was different from that of an Englishman, he still asked.

It could be seen that he was so excited that he almost jumped, if not collapsed and weak.

At the same time, he touched the kettle that Zheng Fei threw before, and the gurgling was a big pour, and he didn't care that the water that overflowed the corners of his mouth flowed down his neck.

Looking at his madman-like appearance, Zheng Fei's muzzle hung down a little, and his brows were still furrowed.

"It's not. ”

Hearing this, the man did not let the kettle leave his mouth, because he could not control his desire for water and survival, and once something started, it was difficult to stop.

It wasn't until he had drunk the whole pot of water that he put it down contentedly, burping as if he were about to spit out.

Immediately, his gaze stayed on the muzzle of the black hole for a moment, and then he looked at Zheng Fei with hostility in his eyes.

"And who are you, and why do you speak our language?"

"Someone who is curious about who you are. Zheng Fei replied with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I hate people like you the most. ”

"Why?"

"You know the reason yourself, sanctimonious fellow. The man gave him a blank look, shifted his body, probably because he had been sitting too uncomfortably for a long time, and forced himself to stand up and lean against the trunk of the tree, gasping for breath.

Zheng Fei's eyebrows were raised slightly, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"I think you may be a little mistaken about me. ”

"Don't hide it, none of the people like you are good. The man barely stood with a stick, raising his eyes arrogantly and staring at the sky, as if Zheng Fei was his greatest enemy.

"It's like a woman saying it. ”

The man thought that Zheng Fei was insulting himself, and was about to scold, but when he thought that the other party was pointing a gun at him, he had to swallow this breath and remain silent.

Zheng Fei couldn't imagine that this person was so stubborn, he didn't even want to say more than half a sentence, if it was in the past, he would not be too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party, and he would never have a good face.

But now, he was more and more curious about the identity of the other party, and he wondered why there was so much hatred among the good guys, and as things stood still, the only way to open the conversation was England.

After thinking about it for a while, Zheng Fei chose to put down the gun, cast a kind look at him, and smiled.

"I lived in England for a few years and it was a nice place, and I really liked the idyllic scenery there, where whenever the wheat was ripe, people would harvest it as fast as they could and use it to make eaux-de-vie whisky. ”

Sure enough, the man's expression softened.

"No, only a small part of the wheat is used for brewing, and the rest is used to make bread. ”

"Oh~ Then how did you, an Englishman, run away to the wastelands of Eastern Europe?"

The man glanced at him, "Although I still don't have a good opinion of you, you don't seem to be particularly bad, for the sake of your liking England...... Do you have anything to eat, I haven't eaten for two days and two nights. ”

Zheng Fei took out a pack of beef jerky and threw it to him. (To be continued.) )