The convenience stores and food stores along the street have been looted, and Griffith walks into a once-bustling business district, picking up a bag of crushed potato chips in a corner of a devastated store, which has already opened its mouth, and looks a little swollen from the dust of the day. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The big demon bent down, took out a piece from the pale yellow packaging bag, put it in his mouth, and chewed it, there was some dampness and the smell of sand, but fortunately it did not deteriorate. He looked up at the sky, and the warm winter sun was dazzling......

This is the power of time.

The big demon handed the bag in his hand to the woman behind him, Fenciel was tall, and when she was rescued by Griffith, she only ate some simple candy and drank a bottle of mineral water. At that time, the big demon didn't know that the border was about to be sealed, and he planned to fly back to South Korea directly with Fenqiel. It's just that change is always ahead of schedule, so much so that now they have to go hungry and eat some of what is left of others.

"Eat, fill your stomach before you have the strength to escape."

The demon handed the biscuit, and the woman nodded and took it without saying a word, grabbed a handful and put it in her mouth. Poor Miss Fenciel was so hungry that the Iron Eagle fellows didn't waste much of their precious food and water on women because of their iron hearts, after all, in Scott, who was like a hell on earth, any little material would make the hungry crowd flock to it.

It's just that the damp stuff tastes good, Najib frowned and ate for a while, then covered his mouth and coughed up some food scraps, and then carefully collected them and put them back in his mouth. Griffith stepped forward and continued to search the convenience store. He was lucky enough to find a scrapped lighter, and the metal position of the head of the lighter was deformed by stepping on. As for the food, there is nothing at all.

Fenciel handed over the remaining half of the bag of potato chips and motioned for the demon to add some food, but the latter shook his head and refused. He ate some while he was on the plane and is not too hungry now. And a bag of potato chips is really not much, even if it is only for Fenciel, it is still only enough to be appetizing.

"Get ready, we may have a long way to go......"

After that, Griffith drove Fenciel all the way east on his motorcycle, and heard that in the easternmost part there was a river beach that connected to the channel, and if he was lucky, it would be a thief. Great place to cross the border.

The two of them did this along the way, and when it was about to be evening, they found a house to move into. Scott's population plummeted in the aftermath of the disaster, and the virus killed the frail and elderly part. More people are killing each other under the influence of super potions.

Of course, there are also some who have adhered to their principles and have been starved to death in the entanglement and struggle of human nature......

Tonight's residence is also an empty house, and the glass doors and windows in the front hall have been broken by some sharp objects, and cold air is pouring from time to time.

Griffith tore off the extra quilt and couch coat in the room and blocked the cracks in the doors and windows, finally warming up the room a bit. But their stomachs growled uncontrollably, and they found drinking water in a room yesterday, and the head of the house died on the edge of the drinking water, but still could not find food. Griffith bought some from the roadside vendors, half-merchants and half-bandits in the New Order, but they were surprisingly expensive, and they were all small biscuits that were about to expire, and they didn't provide much energy.

Scott City is slowly returning to order after the disaster, and although this order is based on the power of some powerful organization, the sale of basic household items to maintain daily expenses has emerged.

Settling down in a private house, Griffith had to take care of his motorcycle. He found steel nails and planks from inside the room and sealed the door from the outside.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the big demon went out for about half an hour, and when he came back, he was holding a bird in his hand, which was shot down from the sky. The bird is black all over, with a hooked beak and no signs of being infected by the super potion, so it should be able to eat. However, Feincher, who has little knowledge of animals, still does not know what kind of species it is.

After removing the planks and nails from the door, Griffith entered the room.

"Eat, don't be reserved, there's still a long way to go, and you have to maintain the necessary physical strength. The next meal, I don't know when it will be......"

The dinner for the two of them was this large bird of unknown species that was shot down from the sky, and Griffith's meal was actually just a simple pot of soup, with some wild vegetables dug out of nowhere and roots that tasted like potatoes.

But the big demon is a very good gourmand to some extent, after all, he came from the process of Hua Ye's debauchery and uninhibited eating. Although his recipes are a little ahead of humans, such as the banquet for Wang Tuntun in Shazhen, as a senior foodie, he has some experience and skills.

So when Griffith stepped forward with a hot rice pot, Fenciel, who was already hungry, smelled the fragrance and swallowed subconsciously.

Bird meat is tender and chewy, it is a high-quality ingredient, and the old saying is that "I would rather eat four taels of birds than half a catty of dog meat", which illustrates the uniqueness of the taste of flying animals.

Miss Najib, who had not eaten properly for a few days, after a few tentative spoonfuls, lowered her head and began to eat silently. The plump and tall girl was so hungry that Griffith ate a little more than half of it, and the rest was eaten by Miss Najib, who looked so thin and slender.

Although in terms of the concept of food and the exploration of taste, there is no comparison between Fincil Najib and the Great Demon at all. But good things always show their pleasing side on different levels. So when the hungry Fenciel drank the cauldron of hot broth, she felt a strange and indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Of course, this strange feeling may come from the strange smell of the broth, or it may come from the illusory spiritual level, but on the whole it is a very good thing, and the more you taste it, the more fragrant it will be.

Belch......

After eating and drinking, Griffith pushed his motorcycle into the house and cleaned up in the light moonlight with the water he had left. Fenciel, who was already exhausted, entered the master's bedroom early at the suggestion of the big demon and slept softly.

At five o'clock the next morning, the sky was still dark. The man got up early and overhauled the motorcycle again, wiping it down. took advantage of Xiaofeng to go out, and came back with some breakfast unexpectedly.

"Further east, there is the Baiqin Strait, from where we can moor and get out of Scott...... If you're lucky, tomorrow at 6 p.m., you'll be enjoying the sunset at the bay of the city's harbour, enjoying the sunset and enjoying the world-famous caviar of Pak Kham. ”

When Fenciel woke up, the man sitting at the table said this. Of course, this is used to ease the atmosphere, just as he said in the next sentence, 'One day, you can return to Korea and live your life as a noblewoman'.

Najib bit into the bread, looked at the other party with a complicated expression, then lowered his head and answered shallowly.

However, as it turns out, the Great Demon and Miss Fincier's luck is as bad as ever.

As the red motorcycles passed the midday sun, Griffith and the two shuttled across the empty concrete pavement. They had entered the edge of the city, a new development area or something, with huge high-rise buildings, unfinished concrete walls and steel structures stretching out to the sky, like giant monsters half-buried in the earth and dead for a long time.

At this moment, when they traveled several kilometers again, the sound of artillery fire could be heard in the distance, and the roar of machine guns and the roar of tanks could be faintly heard. Griffith slowed down and looked up, as the area further east, including the harbor where the Great Demon was going, seemed to be being overrun by a group of highly armed terrorists.

The big demon stopped the car and stood in the smoke blowing from the east and the wind that carried the smell of gunpowder, facing the wind and looking ahead. As far as the eye could see, smoke and burning fires flashed, and the ground shook, the roaring touch of an explosion.

In the sky, a few small flying black dots were in the distance, and under the black dots, firelight was splashing, and someone was sitting on the side of the armed plane with a machine gun and swept towards the ground......

"The road ahead is rough and difficult for you and me, too dangerous for us—"

"We have to find another way......

The Great Demon said this to Fincher, who nodded obediently and put his helmet on. They rode the red motorbike through the streets where they came, trying to get away from the battlefield and get to where the previous node was.

But the sound of artillery fire behind him did not cease for a night, and Griffith walked for a while, parked the car in front of a clothing store that had been locked and closed with roller shutters, climbed up to the window on the second floor, and got some warm clothes down, and tonight they were to travel all night.

The roar of the motorcycle engine rang in my ears for seven hours, and Miss Najib behind her hugged the demon's waist and shivered coldly. Griffith had frost on the ends of his hair, on his eyelashes, and on his windshields. The night was so cold for Scott, the chill was so cold to the bone, and it couldn't give birth to the temperature in my heart.

Although he had tried his best to stay away from the land of right and wrong, the roar behind him resounded from evening to midnight, tightly behind the two of them. The sound of gunfire was far away and sometimes near, and the speed of movement was fast, but on the whole, it was gradually approaching the two demons.

Griffith turned his head to look at Fencil Nagy, who was curled up in the back seat, already frozen from the cold, and wanted to continue walking, shaking off the assembly behind him in one go, but at this time he had to shake his head, sigh, and finally park the car on the side of the road.

"We can't escape, let's find a house to rest for a while......" The woman sitting in the back seat seemed to have a cold nerve. Her body trembled unconsciously, and her long eyelashes sticking to the white frost flickered twice, before she nodded in confusion.

The resting place chosen by the big demon was on the second floor of a restaurant, which was originally a small chess and card room, with three or four tables, sofas and benches for people to rest, and some quilts that looked a little old.

"Time is in a hurry, and it's hard to find a stable place, so let's just take a look." The tall and handsome man with black hair made some hot soup from the kitchen downstairs, and put some green onions and ginger to ward off the cold. He pushed open the curtain and saw the woman sitting on the sofa with her head bowed and stunned, thinking that the other party was dissatisfied with the desolation of the living environment, so he explained casually.

"You don't have to worry too much about the chasing soldiers behind you, it just happens to be on the way. We should ......" he tilted his head in thought and smiled this way: "It shouldn't be so unlucky. ”

The woman who was in a daze nodded subconsciously when she heard the voice, and only when the man put the soup in front of her and the warm heat came up, did she feel a little relief and warmth in the words.

"Thank you......"

Griffith wiped his hands with a towel on the couch. He turned and walked by the window, pulling back a line of curtains and looking at the faint outline of the city in the darkness.

"Sleep for a while, I'm going to leave tomorrow morning......"

……

Three hours later.

Griffith pulled out his phone, and sure enough, it was a zero-bar signal without surprise.

The sky over the city was covered with a huge magnetic field, and all signals in the form of electromagnetic waves were blocked - in other words, it was a closed city.

The rumbling sound of guns and cannons in the distance became sparse, and the big demon deduced that it was caused by the fact that the other party had temporarily lost the traces of the target, and could only fire one shot from time to time. And in this way, the target of the other party's attack is definitely not a big guy at the military level. It is likely to be a highly mobile squad or individual.

As the morning sun rose and it was just getting dark, Griffith woke Fencier and moved out of the staircase motorcycle, who washed his face, put on his helmet, and hugged Griffith's waist. With the roar of a motor, the red motorcycle left tire tracks on the ground and sped away.

The early morning wind was cold, and after a night of arrangement, the hidden troops that had been following Griffith had spread all over the area, and stopped, which was beyond the expectations of the big demon. Some of them are in groups, some are scattered, they are truly armed to the teeth, like a huge net covering the area, pulling the net to search for something or someone.

Shortly after Griffith left, about five minutes later, a tall, plump figure single-handedly opened the dilapidated roller shutter door. She walked past the restaurant on the first floor and entered the chess and card room on the second floor, her eyes sweeping over the mattress that still had residual warmth.

"Ho! Woman's Taste...... It's really romantic—"

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