When Shen Luo woke up, it was Zheng Fatzi who was carrying him. Zheng Fatzi was beside him, Zhang Yuecheng was on the left, and Li Weier was on the right, and they were crossing a street. And behind them, obviously separated by a distance, followed by Cheng Lingling.

"W-where is this?" Shen Luo asked a little weakly.

Seeing that Shen Luo was awake, Zhang Yuecheng and Li Weier turned to him and showed a smile.

"Hey, wake up, Uncle Shen?" Zheng Fatzi turned his face sideways and smiled, "You are a real grandfather, when have I served someone like this, are you proud." ”

Fatty, always serious.

"Proud fart, weren't you born a camel." Shen Luo smiled weakly, and didn't forget to hit the fat man, "Also, when are you dead fat going to lose weight, your flesh is too thick, and this body is sweating, it's really disgusting." Hurry up, put it down for me. ”

"Put it down, put it down, take two steps yourself and fall to your death!" Zheng Fatzi scolded with a smile, but instead of putting Shen Luo down, he lifted it up, "Don't make trouble for a few of us, you can just bear with it for a while." ”

The two were joking, like friends for many years.

In fact, Shen Luo and Zheng Shuangzhe have not known each other for a long time, but they have experienced dungeons, hidden missions, PK, and the zombie siege in front of them together. Now they say it's not buddy, and they don't even believe it. Since the dead fat man has this heart, Shen Luo really needs to rest for a while.

"Oh, by the way, it's not that I've been carrying you, I've just changed it, and it was Brother Zhang who carried you in the previous paragraph." Zheng Fatzi said.

Oh, yes?

Shen Luo smiled at Zhang Yuecheng, but was about to open his mouth but was stopped by the other party.

"Don't say 'thank you' to me." Zhang Yuecheng smiled, "If it weren't for you, we would all be finished, so these are all as they should be." If you really want to thank you, then thank Li Weier, she is a girl who insists on carrying you for a while. ”

Yes!

Shen Luo was stupid.

It's a shame for a man to let a woman carry it.

Anyway, can you let the beautiful woman carry it now?

Shen Luo wanted to float directly.

Damn, they've been with dead fat people for a long time, and there is no lower limit for being infected. Shen Luo immediately felt remorse for his thoughts, and looked at Li Weier's eyes with not only gratitude, but also apology.

What does this gaze mean? Li Weier felt a little puzzled.

"Thank you!" Shen Luo said to Li Weier.

"Words of thanks are finally a little pale." Li Weier also smiled, "So, I won't say thank you to you, add a friend, and I will have the opportunity to repay you for saving your life this time in the future." ”

I'm rubbing, the beauty is in a hurry to add friends, this is simply envy, jealousy and hatred. Zheng Fatzi looked over and said, "Add me too, I sometimes need to be comforted by private chats." ”

"I think you need fodder more than a private chat." Shen Luo stuck a knife in his back.

", I'll throw it down for you believe it or not!" Zheng Fat Man roared.

Everyone laughed and added each other as friends.

"Huh? You're the vice president of a guild! Li Wei'er glanced at Shen Luo's private information and said curiously, "[Knights of the Night], is the name of your guild quite interesting, it's very Westernized." ”

"yes, yes, you're all vice presidents?" Zheng Fatzi also hurried to check.

"The guild of talents like Brother Shen must be not small in scale, can it still accept people?" Even Zhang Yuecheng asked.

What, when did you become a vice president? When these three people were discussing, Shen Luo, the party, was stunned.

I never joined......

No, I added it myself, and I strayed into a small guild at Mercenary Avenue on Seventy-eighth Street, and it seems that I have become a veteran. But isn't that a withdrawal? Why is this still promoted, directly vice president? What kind of play is this?

Shen Luo was a little dazed and a little messy.

"By the way, if you don't accept people, give me a patriarch to do it!" Zheng Fatzi's eyes were blazing.

"Count me in." Even Li Wei'er spoke, "Anyway, there are no guilds to go to now." Hey, aren't you the vice president, why do you still need to mix experience and equipment with us? ”

Hehe, this question is too sharp, so sharp that Shen Luo can't answer it.

"What's going on with a few of them?" Shen Luo glanced back at Cheng Lingling and the others, and quickly changed the topic.

"A bunch of scum, what can happen."

Zheng Fat didn't look back, and replied coldly.

"In that case, each has a choice, and you don't have to go to your heart." Zhang Yuecheng said, "Moreover, the person who brushed it on behalf of him clearly said that he wanted eight trumpets, and if these people didn't come, we would have no way to mix." So bring it with you, but I won't bother with this kind of person next time. ”

Shen Luo was silent.

He naturally knows the whole story, Cheng Lingling's greed for life and fear of death is actually not a fault, but it is extremely dirty to prevent the fat man from saving people if she sees death and does not save her. Zhang Yuecheng is obviously a victim but has calmed down so much, this person is really not simple, at least his mind and bearing are not comparable to ordinary people.

"It's not interesting to talk about the past, this kind of person just knows what virtue is." Li Weier concluded her speech, and then asked Zhang Yuecheng, "By the way, we have been walking for so long, how far is it." ”

"It's not too far, it's just ahead-" Zhang Yuecheng looked up at the front, and his voice suddenly stopped.

On the road ahead, at the end of the street, four black dots appeared.

That's—

"It's them." Zhang Yuecheng said excitedly.

There is no one else here, and if there are four people, isn't it the person with the brush?

Did the other party come to pick them up? Zhang Yuecheng said in his heart, no wonder he hasn't seen elite monsters and bosses after walking for so long, the machine gun shooting in the square has almost lured the ordinary zombies in the entire area, but there is no elite including lickers. Now it seems that the four people on the other side are here, and they are the ones who have helped.

"Speaking of Brother Zhang, how did you know the Nancheng Guild, you don't have a guild in your own character state." Zheng Fatzi said strangely.

"I was introduced by a friend of Tongguò, who had done a mission together two days ago." Zhang Yuecheng replied truthfully.

"Oh." Zheng Fatzi nodded.

At this time, Shen Luo was a little silent, and since he woke up, he tried to use the method taught by Sun Xiaoyun to restore the value of the body as much as possible.

"Ordinary people can only rely on time, resting for a long time, or when they eat and restoring their blood, they can also slightly accelerate the recovery of their body. But in that case, it's too passive. In fact, there are still ways to increase the recovery of the body without the help of external objects. If you often watch movies or fantasy novels, it is not difficult for you to find that they often mention the word 'spitting', which uses the technique of breathing to control the rate of the heart, which is actually very useful. ”

Sun Xiaoyun once said.

And Shen Luo is currently using that method to stimulate the beating frequency of the heart, stimulate the potential of the body, and accelerate the recovery of the body.

Now, Shen Luo feels that his body has improved a lot, and the body value in the state of the character has also recovered slightly. Of course, it was impossible for him to return to his normal state with such a fart effort, but it was still okay to take two steps on his own.

I'm not sick, take two steps.

At this time, Zheng Fatzi and the others walked towards the four figures.

"Okay, let me down, just walk, I'm fine." Shen Luo said to Zheng Fatzi.

Zheng Fatzi nodded, he was also tired with beads of sweat. It's really embarrassing for a fat man, he carried Shen Luo for twenty minutes, and he really lost weight on this trip.

Zheng Fatzi stopped and put Shen Luo down.

Shen Luo stood on the ground and felt that his legs were a little weak, but walking was not a problem. Compared with high-intensity exercise, slow walking will not decrease the body's value, but will slowly increase. Shen Luo is now full of blood and has more bonuses. Pastor Zheng Fatzi was born and naturally knew this, so Shen Luo said that he could walk, and the fat man let him down and let him walk slowly, which was also beneficial to the body.

A hundred meters away, the four people quietly waited for the arrival of Shen Luo and the others.

The men were led by a man with a mohican head, who looked like a rampger, wearing a black corset, and he looked like a sci-fi man. Next to him was a man in a black robe with a hood covering his face, and a silver glittering cross on his chest. These two people are left and right, respectively, a scar-faced strong man and a fat man who is fatter than Zheng Fat, these two people are dressed like Moxican, and their style is extraordinarily unified.

On the chests of all four of them was a silver badge with the Imperial Helmet and the Holy Sword: this was the emblem of the Southern Emperor.

"It's finally here, it scares me." Mo Xigan smiled, showed his white teeth and whispered, "Anyway, the newcomers in Dongcheng this time are quite not bad, and they can get here alive." Tsk, this time it's a lot more fun! ”