Fu An'an's legs were flying fast before he could catch up with Fu Yizhi's footsteps, "Look at what you said, isn't there still you."

As soon as your domineering spirit opens, who of them dares to touch me. ”

Fu An'an's kung fu is becoming more and more exquisite.

Fu Yizhi looked at her, and then slapped his palm on Fu An'an's forehead,

"Less rhetoric."

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There are three more such organizations.

The situation is basically the same.

Getting them is easier than you think.

The ancients said: Do not suffer from few, but suffer from inequality.

When it was discovered that each group had accumulated so many supplies, and only a few people were enjoying them, everyone was boiling.

Whoever still wants to live in a villa for two people, their own people have already begun to fight.

When there is chaos, it is the time of Liwei.

Fu Yizhi's long knife didn't know how many people's blood it had drunk.

Someone finally recognized that these were the two people who had been surrounded in the villa before, and their faces suddenly became extremely ugly.

Looking at the long knife in Fu Yizhi's hand again, he felt trembling.

8 p.m. on the twenty-seventh day.

The moment of suffocation has been over for an hour.

Once again, the town was in a bloodbath.

From more than 400 in the morning, to more than 200, until now there are less than 100 people left.

All the air tanks were re-scratched, and the situation that had been built up with great difficulty completely collapsed.

And the most of the materials were collected by two people and piled up in the square like garbage.

Everyone looked at the two people standing in the middle, and by the time they woke up, it was too late.

I wanted to grab it, but I was afraid of the man with the long knife.

Fu Yizhi trampled under his feet Brother Li, who was surrounded by everyone like the stars holding the moon in the morning, and at this time he had turned into a corpse with a missing arm.

"Whoever comes to the villa again to make trouble will end up like him."

Fu Yizhi's cold voice sounded in the wide square, not loud, but extremely intimidating.

Fu Anan stood behind him, and there were six or seven air canisters on the small iron cart.

Domineeringly, he looked at the group of NPCs with his nostrils, and left proudly under the gaze of a group of people.

Walking to see no one, Fu Anan looked back vigorously,

"Brother Fu, let's leave these people, won't they really trouble us in the next few days?"

Fu Yizhi hummed lightly.

The air canisters left behind were enough for them to fight, but there were only a few dozen people, and they would naturally stop for a day or two.

Fu Yizhi underestimated the shadow he left in their hearts.

It's not just a day or two.

By the thirtieth day, the suffocation time had grown to twenty-four hours like a rocket.

The last remaining plants in the town are also completely dead, and the town is completely lifeless.

The survivors are crazy outside the air tank.

But there is no one who leans on the range of fifty meters of the villa.

At this time, Fu Anan and Fu Yizhi had already moved to the basement, and it was not easy for them, and there was only half an hour left in the aerobic time on the twenty-ninth day.

Almost enough, they couldn't collect enough air to use.

Fu An'an inhaled the last bottle of air, keeping an eye on the time all the time.

There are still ten minutes to go.

She dangled around the dark basement with a flashlight.

Suddenly, I saw a Xiaoqiang lying on the ground, and it looked like he was dead.

Fu Anan touched it with a flashlight, and was surprised to find that the tentacles on the top of his head were still moving slightly.

"Brother Fu, Xiaoqiang is not dead yet! It's the most alive creature! ”