The pot is full of fried hair! "Don't come here!"

The refining medicine will be burned by the fire, and it hurts. It hurts!

Back then, Fang Hua sealed him in the pot in order to torture him, and used him to refine medicine!

It's a pity that he has no hands or feet, and he can't move. Fang Ru was getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer, and her shadow swallowed him little by little.

Don't come here! Don't come here!

"Whew!"

Finally, a terrible wail erupted, turning a thousand times, endlessly.

"Stop shouting, no one will hear you if you shout again."

"Ahh Yes! Help me! Who's going to save me! ”

"Accept your fate, no one will come to save you if you shout and cut your throat."

"You really ...... Ah, it hurts! Let go! ”

"Huh? Does it really hurt? Didn't you often be treated like this by Fang Hua before? I guess I'm used to it. ”

"Get used to yarn! Yes...... Yes! Don't ...... anymore Such...... Yes!! ”

"Ann la, blah~ Feel the pain to your heart's content. This is the trial you must go through in your life~"

Due to Fang Ru's sprinkled soundproofing agent in advance, the above conversation could only be listened to in the container. Including that scream.

So for people outside the container, the small square world where Fang Ru lives is so quiet and serene, Fang Ru is independent and no longer bothered by the end of the world.

She's always so lucky.

How could she always be so lucky!

Behind the wall in the distance, someone was lying there, secretly looking at the container room where Fang Ru was, his fingernails picking at the wall fiercely.

It wasn't until the pain in the heart passed from his fingers to his brain that Fang Fei found that he had whitened itFive deep marks were cut out on the pink wall.

Looking at his nails, which were originally carefully maintained but are now dull, Fang Fei smiled bitterly.

Why is that guy Fang Ru able to live nourishingly anywhere, while she has to struggle in the mud.

If Fang Ru hadn't talked about any blood and family affection, and left her in the park, why would she have gotten to this point!

That comfortable single room should also have one of her!

She was not reconciled.

Almost gritting his silver teeth, Fang Fei suppressed the hatred that surged up in his heart. No, she doesn't have the ability to deal with Fang Ru yet. In the future, when she is prosperous, she will return the humiliation she suffered today to Fang Ru ten times or a hundred times!

Standing around the corner and staring at Fang Ru's house for a long time, Fang Fei was really hungry and couldn't stand it, dragging his weak steps back little by little.

The container house where Fang Ru lives is numbered 0E4-1, which means the first single house next to the E4 apartment, and the zero at the front indicates the dormitory number at the back. Fang Fei lives in the No. 3 teaching building. The distance between the two was not close, if it weren't for the fact that she happened to pass by nearby today and saw a very familiar back figure from a distance, she might have to be a long time before she knew that Fang Ru was also in the base.

As for why she ran so far away from where she lived......

Fang Fei showed a bitter smile, but because his body was really weak and his eyes were dull, his face was distorted like a zombie.

She didn't want to go back to that smoky classroom. As soon as she thought of having to huddle with hundreds of strange men and women, eating, sleeping, or even going to the toilet, she was so sick that she wanted to vomit.

But it was just huddled together, and some people saw that she was a single young girl, and even came to bully her. Today she finally ran out of her breath, wanting to run to a quiet place, to a place where she didn't have to hold her collar in the middle of the night and was afraid to sleep. She found it, but had to come back.

But Fang Fei had to go back again. After coming to the base for more than ten days, almost all the things she could exchange for money and materials were changed except for herself. Before, private transactions were not allowed, and her things were all exchanged through the guò black market, and she was pitted badly. Her thousand-dollar coat, for example, has now been replaced by an old padded jacket that has been passed down as a family heirloom for an unknown number of generations, and the difference in price only gives her a few pieces of the kind of sugar cube used to make coffee.

Now that she has a bazaar, she has nothing to exchange. None of the jobs announced by the base could be done by a weak sixteen-year-old woman. So she could only live on half a bowl of white porridge from the base every day. She was hungry, but there was nothing else to feed her on.

It seems like a century has passed. Finally, Fang Fei touched the door of the No. 3 teaching building. It's getting dark. The base is porridge in the morning. But many people can't bear to eat only once a day, so the base divides half a bowl of porridge into two parts, and if you don't want to drink it all at once in the morning, you can only drink half a portion, and the other half will be sent by the staff of the base in the evening, but the rest of the porridge from everyone is poured into a large bucket and delivered, that is to say, if you are late, your little porridge will be in the bowls of dozens of people in front.

That porridge didn't taste at all, Fang Fei was so disgusted that she didn't even want to take a look, even if she had to rely on this for the past few days, Fang Fei's attitude didn't change in the slightest.

But not today. After walking so far, she was literally going to starve to death. She wants to eat, anything, as long as she can. It's not dark yet. The person who delivered the porridge should not have left yet. Not gone yet!

Fang Fei tripped over the stairs and fell to the ground. Her arm hurt and was bleeding, but she couldn't care about it so much, and crawled to the floor where she was. If she doesn't eat again, she'll really go crazy!

But when she actually arrived at the floor where she lived, the corridor was empty, and the survivors who were lying in the corridor were all driven back to their classrooms for fear of causing a riot by delivering porridge, but the porridge delivery was gone.

They left early.

Fang Fei stood at the end of the corridor in a daze, and was chilled by the wind blowing through the hallway in the corridor.

It took a long time for her to move her stiff steps and walk back to the classroom where she was living with her support for the wall.

In all fairness, the administrator of Building 3 is quite powerful. The people living in the building are mixed, and there is constant friction every day, but nothing major has happened. Fang Fei went out for a day, and the desk she slept on had not been occupied by others, and it was more or less due to the administrator.

Fang Fei didn't realize this. She stared at a five or six-year-old child sitting in the seat in front of her desk. The child was dirty like a mud monkey, and there were two cloudy white snots under the nostrils. But in his hand, he was holding half a garlic sausage.

I'm dying of hunger, but you're eating sausages. My porridge has been drunk by your gang.

Fang Fei's hand at his side clenched tightly into a fist. The stubby nails pierced into the palms, but she didn't realize it.

The child's mother sat next to the child, her face dark, her teeth yellow, and she was as old as the child's grandmother. But such a useless rural woman, after seeing Fang Fei, was obviously startled by her hungry and haggard face, but she still only glared at her coldly, protected the child sideways, and whispered urging the child to eat quickly.

I saw that she was about to starve to death, but he refused to give her a bite. Not even minced meat the size of a fingernail.

Fang Fei's body trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind. Half of it was because it was too weak to stand, and the other half was because of the increasingly unbearable grief and indignation.

It's just that you're bullying me for being young and a girl, so you don't save me one by one.

The boy bit the sausage even harder, almost choking. But even if her son would choke to death, he refused to give her a life.

Clouds of black gas sprayed into Fang Fei's field of vision. She was about to pass out from low blood sugar. But even if she died, these people didn't blink. Including that Fang Ru, including the two damned mothers and sons.

You won't let me live, then...... I'm going to drag you to death too!

There was only one paranoid thought left in Fang Fei's mind, and he pounced on the mother and son.