"It's been another week, why hasn't there been any movement on this golden finger?"

Taking advantage of the fact that people were not paying attention, Leng Hao called out in his mind with some anxiety.

"The second time crossing, it needs to be at the cost of the popularity of the big star dramas of the end times."

"The popularity value has not increased significantly this week, in addition to the popularity value required for crossing, the host's available gold is thirty-one, do you need to cross?"

"Is there any mistake, I worked hard in this world to have such a little popularity?"

Leng Hao's entire temple was bruised, and he felt that this golden finger was becoming more and more unreliable.

"Popularity is a complex data model that calculates the value, and it's absolutely correct. The host still needs to work hard, how can it be so easy to become famous. ”

"Forget it, don't cross!"

Leng Hao exhaled deeply.

In fact, when he came to this apocalypse, he was destined to live here.

The peaceful world that used to be is no longer his cold world.

Removing the melancholy in his mind, Leng Hao set his eyes on the open space outside the bomb shelter.

There, Zhang Ye was guiding Jiang Xiaoyu to set traps, and the girl was learning very seriously.

And Song Xiaya was doing a plank, and a lot of crystal sweat was already flowing from her smooth skin.

These people who originally didn't know each other, but now they are surviving together, are actually far more real than the actors in Hengdian who have a smirk on their faces.

Leng Hao picked up the mountain knife in his hand, clenched his hands tightly, and began to practice.

The three bullet times a day made Leng Hao majestic in the team, and he had the absolute right to speak with strong force.

However, Leng Hao himself felt more and more the limitations of this golden finger, and the restriction that could only be used after five seconds made him too uncomfortable.

He needs to get stronger.

From the beginning of this apocalypse, the people Leng Hao came into contact with were actually some low-level people who were struggling on the verge of life and death.

From those inferior knives and guns made by small workshops that can only be shot a few times, you can know the level of these people in this world.

Leng Hao had heard Song Xiaya say that the army of mutants controlled by the Armida protozoa was the most terrifying disaster in this world.

It can be inferred from this that the human cluster that has survived until now is definitely not just relying on these things.

"I wonder what the hell will it be like outside the jungle?"

Looking into the distance, Leng Hao couldn't help but feel a little yearning and a little worried.

…………

"Brother Hao, this news tree is good, but it's still a little inconvenient to contact."

When night fell, Jiang Mingrui, who served as a sentry, finally returned to the air-raid shelter, and he said helplessly.

In the jungle, no one usually travels on a large scale at night, and the insects teach people the laws of the new world.

"This is the local method of those villages in China that don't even have telephones in the last century, of course, it's very ordinary."

Leng Hao had no choice.

Now in this apocalypse, I heard that because of the chaos of particles in the atmosphere, long-distance communication is not possible at all, let alone a rat team like them.

"Everyone has had a hard day, let's eat well."

With Song Xiaya's shout, Leng Hao and the others came to the open space of the air-raid shelter and started their dinner.

"Xiaoyu, this is the cicada that my brother found today, it is very delicious when it is fried."

Today, Jiang Mingrui's actions were clearly a little too enthusiastic.

Not only did he run around to help cook, but he even made a special meal of insects that he collected.

When Leng Hao and the others were eating this additional meal, Jiang Mingrui put all his portions in Jiang Yu's bowl, and looked at his sister who was so excited that her face was slightly red.

"It's good to have such a brother."

Song Xiaya and Zhang Ye on the side were obviously moved by the feelings of the two siblings, and they were all smiling.

"Hey, what's the situation with you two?"

Spitting out the golden cicada shell between his teeth, Leng Hao frowned, and looked at the brother and sister beside him with a curious expression.

"Suddenly, when my brother's love exploded?"

"I haven't treated Jiang Xiaoyu badly in the past two days."

Leng Hao touched his chin full of stubble and blinked.

"Today, today, is Xiaoyu's twentieth birthday."

Jiang Mingrui's brother and sister glanced at each other, and finally Jiang Mingrui whispered.

"Birthday!"

Song Xiaya's voice suddenly deepened, and a smile appeared on her face, but there was uncontrollable melancholy.

Zhang Ye on the side also said happy birthday to Jiang Xiaoyu, and sighed heavily.

Since the end of the world has erupted, many of them have long since stopped paying attention to their birthdays, and those distant memories seem to have long since passed away with the wind.

"It's a good thing to have a birthday, why are you a little downcast?"

Only Leng Hao didn't have this reverie at all, he was still looking around with great interest, as if he was looking for something.

"Thank you, Brother Hao, thank you."

"We, let's just think about it, after all, no one knows if I can still celebrate Xiaoyu's birthday at this time next year."

Jiang Mingrui's words made the atmosphere between people a little heavy.

All of them have no confidence in their future.

"What nonsense? With me here, we're definitely going to have a better life next year! ”

Leng Hao suddenly patted his chest and said very categorically.

Who is he, he is a man with a golden finger in his hand, destined to become a man with a pig's foot.

No, he is now the protagonist, the male number one of "Big Star of the Last Days"!

How can a person who follows the male number one get a boxed lunch early, right?

"Thank you, Brother Hao, we will work hard."

Jiang Xiaoyu's face was red, obviously a little excited, but the atmosphere was still not too warm.

"No, you wait for me, it's a big deal to celebrate a birthday, it's still the twentieth birthday, we have to celebrate it."

Leng Hao explained a few words and then rushed into the bomb shelter.

"What is he doing here?"

Leng Hao's actions made Song Xiaya and the others raise their heads, a little unclear.

At this time, Leng Hao suddenly woke up the golden finger in his mind: "Hey, if I travel back, this world time doesn't seem to move, right?" ”

"Yes, your time travel in the original world does not affect the time of this plane."

"So, I'm going to travel back, hurry up!"

Leng Hao made up his mind at once, he still had thirty-one yuan to use.

"Okay, the crossing starts immediately."

Leng Hao's side began to show water ripples, and the figures of Song Xiaya and the four people who were by the fire in the distance also became a little blurred.

When the familiar rental house appeared in front of Leng Hao's eyes, Leng Hao walked like a fly and pounced on the laptop in front of him.

"Damn, why is it only thirty-one yuan, is it enough to have a birthday!"