But to be able to be tough here for seventeen days, Dad Fu is really the strongest!

Fu Anan looked at Fu Yizhi, "Brother Fu......"

Fu Yizhi had already put the rest of the roast duck aside and closed his eyes slightly.

He must have been tired.

Fu Anan closed his mouth when he looked at him, carefully pulled up the curtain and gently closed it for him.

Without disturbing him to rest, Fu Anan squatted aside and began to study his abilities.

However, you can't knead a kitchen knife like paper like Fu Yizhi, and you can pull a small pull for the square space.

But what's the point of pulling a little troll?

Does making a bow scare someone to death?

Fu An'an pressed his somewhat swollen brain and sat next to Fu Yizhi.

His eyes fell on his upper body, which was bruised and bruised everywhere.

Although he didn't say it, it was strange that it didn't hurt.

Fu An'an sat up and carefully helped him clean the wound above.

There was no medicine, and she secretly collected a lot of Qing Shui.

The soaked strip of cloth gently helped him clean the wounds on his chest and arms, then his fingers.

Fu An'an carefully wiped the black blood and mud off him, and got out the pus that had accumulated inside.

I'll enjoy it by the way.

Although Brother Fu's hands are full of scars, they are really good-looking.

The fingers are slender and the bones are distinct, and since the hair and nails in the game will not change without external force, the nails are still as round and clean as when they entered the game.

It's a shame not to get a manicure.

Fu Anan shook his head regretfully and carefully put Fu Yizhi's arm back. The vent was very quiet at this time, and Fu An'an was fine, so he sat next to Fu Yizhi and took a nap.

His head began little by little, and then rested on his uninjured shoulder.

A pair of cold eyes opened, Fu Yizhi glanced at his cleaned fingers, and looked at the small gray ball leaning against him next to him, and there was a little more temperature in his eyes.

In the dungeon of the four crises, the two lean on each other......

Fu Yizhi was pierced through the shoulder blade and was seriously injured, but his recovery was amazing.

The twenty-eighth day of the game.

Fu An'an checked his wounds, and both sides were actually scabbed.

"Wow, Brother Fu, you are recovering so fast!"

The slightly hot breath hit the skin and itched slightly, Fu Yizhi reached out and patted Fu An'an away,

"Sit down when you've seen enough."

Fu Anan sat up when he heard this, and touched his brain, "You can talk well, don't hit me on the head if it's okay." ”

After speaking, she stretched out her paws and fed Fu Yizhi's mouth every morning.

After feeding the whole bowl, Fu Yizhi wiped his mouth, "Drink pigeon soup in the morning?" ”

"Don't you need to make up for your injuries?" Fu Anan chewed the dry bread and gave him a piece of it, quite proud,

"You're lucky to be teammates with a hoarder like me.

For another person, can there be no shortage of food and drink like us? ”

……

It really can't be!

Several other people in the same ventilation duct were now suffering.

They couldn't leave the kitchen because of the armbands on their hands, and their previous whereabouts had already attracted Embu's attention, and the slightest movement of the top of their heads might allow them to reach in with terrifying tentacles and explore inside.

The few who escaped have been on the verge of fear these days.

Looking at a large number of human beings who are dissected as food, enduring hunger and thirst, and suffering both physical and psychological oppression.

They're all about to collapse.