Chapter 7: The Sailing Carnival 7
"Feiyan is right, the hardest thing in the doomsday game is the last ten days." Li Gao said as he wiped the gun in his hand,
"Finding other players and getting space items is the top priority."
"Yong, did you find anything?" Li Gao turned to the big man next to him and asked, "Among the more than forty people, who is the other player?" ”
"Yes, two newcomers." Ah Yong nodded,
"They're so stupid to go around asking who the player is, not knowing that the NPCs can't hear anything about the game. However, it was also learned from them that they didn't know that there were special props. ”
"The rules of the game are not transparent, everything needs to be figured out by yourself, and that's what I like about the game." The corners of Gao Feiyan's mouth hooked slightly, "Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people to help us step on the thunder." ”
Li Gao was undeniable, and reiterated again, "Pay attention, be sure to find players with space props"
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Fu Anan returned to his room and sat down a little decapitated.
Thinking back to what happened in the past few days, Brother Li, Master Zhu, and Doctor Song are the closest to them every time.
After realizing it, it seems that the ghost door has been closed.
Whatever he said this time, Fu Anan didn't dare to send them food again.
Not only that, but it's better not to pass by their room every day.
Therefore, when Fu Dafu scolded at Fu An'an's door and asked her to deliver lunch to the sailors on deck, Fu An'an began to pretend to be dead, pretending not to hear him.
Delivering food is like giving away your life, and a few more times will be really fatal.
"You little bunny, you really look like your dad! I'm scared when I encounter something big. Next time, even if your dad kneels down and begs me, I won't take you out to sea! Fu Dafu angrily scolded at Fu An'an's door,
"You rabbit cub, mongrel, clean up Lao Tzu without delivering food, do nothing, be careful I let the captain throw you out."
Cleaning is also better than delivering food.
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The eighth day of survival in the sea, half past six in the morning
Fu Anan returned to her original job.
However, Fu Dafu didn't seem to want Fu An'an to be too comfortable, and deliberately assigned the corridor outside Brother Li's room and the corridor outside the infirmary to her name.
Bang, bang!
As soon as there was a noise outside, there was a knock on the door inside.
Fu Anan stood at the door, tiptoeing to look through the small window where the food was delivered.
Only an angry roar was heard, and after the violent impact, it was the sound of teeth scraping against the iron door.
It sends chills down your back.
Fu Anan looked at the closed door and took a few steps back, and there was always a feeling that Brother Li would break out.
"Useless cowardice! Such a small guts. Fu Dafu, who was passing by, glanced at Fu An'an, and kicked over the basin next to him, "Don't eat breakfast until it's cleaned." ”
The water in the basin collects towards the drain, forming a whirlpool.
The cleaner next to him was sympathetic to Fu An'an, how could there be such an uncle, but Fu An'an looked at the small whirlpool of the drain and couldn't take his eyes off it.
"Aunt Li, I want to ask, where will this water go?"
"Directly into the ocean, of course." Aunt Li, who was cleaning up with her, said, "You don't think we'll recycle, do you?" Where can we be, we have special water filtration equipment to turn seawater into domestic water. It's clean. ”
Fu Anan nodded when he heard this, "Then I'll be relieved." ”
"You're a little girl, you think a lot." Aunt Li smiled, "Today's breakfast is fish porridge, and the newly caught fish by the sailors is fresh." ”
Hearing this, Fu An'an was stunned, and his eyes touched Fu Dafu, who came out of the restaurant with a bowl of fish porridge.