Since the moment Hu Sanye held the gun in his hand, his whole temperament has changed dramatically, which is completely different from the old man who wiped the cup with an old face a moment ago.

Wang Hao could even clearly feel a chill in the tavern, similar to the legendary murderous aura.

To be able to have this kind of powerful momentum, you don't necessarily need superpowers. Whether it is the new world or the old world, there are people who will exude such an imposing force, and these people often have one thing in common: they hold power and hold high positions.

The bald man was pointed at gunpoint by Hu Sanye, and he didn't dare to act rashly for a while. The space in the bar is narrow, and he and Hu Sanye are close, if Hu Sanye shoots, he doesn't have the superpower of strengthening the defense system, even if he can use the military thorn to kill Hu Sanye, he himself will be seriously injured.

In the New World, severe injury is often synonymous with death for old humans, especially for a man with many enemies like Knife.

"Third master, I see your face!"

The knife snorted coldly, and his greedy eyes looked at Meng for a while, and then glared at Wang Hao viciously as if demonstrating, before he reluctantly inserted the two army spurs back into his waist.

Seeing this, Hu Sanye also put away the double-barreled shotgun, continued to wipe his cup, and said lukewarmly without lowering his head: "This is the leader's territory, you are giving the leader face, not me." ”

"However, the leader doesn't need you to save face." Hu Sanye suddenly shook his head and smiled.

The knife's face turned blue and white for a while, and changed several times, but finally gritted his teeth, walked out of the tavern, and slammed the door of the tavern.

Seeing the knife leave completely, Wang Haocai smiled and thanked Hu Sanye: "Thank you, Sanye!" ”

Hu Sanye still looked lukewarm, didn't even raise his head, and said lukewarmly: "This is the leader's territory, no one can make trouble in the leader's territory, you don't have to thank me." ”

Wang Hao was speechless, this old man has a good surname.

After a while, Wang Hao confirmed that the knife should have been far away from the tavern, and then left the tavern with Mengxue and walked towards the barren mountains outside the camp.

After walking for less than an hour along the mountain road, I saw a distant hillside full of pale red flowers, like a red blanket fluttering on the hillside, which was very beautiful.

Wang Hao was overjoyed in his heart, and recognized that these flowers were the target of his mission this time, Blood Blue Grass.

"Let's go, I'll pick you flowers." Wang Hao pulled the dream and climbed up the hillside.

Take a little girl to pick flowers? This sounds a little twisted, but Wang Hao doesn't care, the sky is blue, the clouds are white, there is a little girl and a fart next to him, the air is fresh, there is no need to think about how not to be killed, or how to kill, all this is still very beautiful.

Especially after completing the task, there are a few catties of fragrant rice waiting for you!

However, Wang Hao soon discovered that things were not as simple as he imagined.

The blood blue grass blooms all over the hillside, and it looks plentiful and dense, making it easy to pick.

In fact, the weight of each blood blue grass is extremely light, and if you want to make up enough for one kilogram of blood blue grass, I am afraid that you will have to pick half of the blood blue grass that grows on this hillside.

That's not all, the blood blue grass is a bit similar to the dandelion of the old era, fluffy, and it can be blown away by a little stronger wind, which is very difficult to collect.

"Let's divide the work!" Wang Hao handed over a large basket he found from the camp to Meng, pointed to himself, and then pointed to the blood blue grass on the hillside, and said loudly, "I'm in charge of picking flowers." ”

Wang Hao then pointed to the dream, and made a downward movement in the basket with his hand: "You are responsible for carrying the basket and not letting the flowers fly away, okay." ”

After speaking, Wang Hao himself was dumbfounded, the dream never spoke, and he always subconsciously regarded her as a deaf and dumb child, shouting and gesticulating.

Yume's face is not very good, and he looks a little pale, probably hungry. New humans not only have to drink blood, but also eat normal food, from last night to now, it's almost a day, and Meng and Wang Hao have only drunk porridge for one night.

Wang Hao has been hungry and full in recent years, but he can barely hold on, Meng is still young, he is either rich or expensive, he has not suffered too much since he was a child, and he has followed Wang Hao for such a long way, and his little face is pale.

But she nodded heavily and took the basket.

Seeing the dream like this, Wang Hao was also very helpless, so he could only remind himself to hurry up and collect the blood blue grass and go back to exchange for the three catties of rice, so that he and the dream could have a full meal.

So, the two people, one big and one small, because of the handcuffs, are like conjoined babies. Wang Hao pouted his ass in front of him to pull weeds and collect medicine, and then put the collected blood blue grass into the basket that Meng was carrying behind him, and Meng pressed it into the basket with his small hands to compact the floating blood blue grass so as not to be blown away by the wind.

The whole process went smoothly, and the cooperation between the two became more and more tacit, and later, Dream was able to help pick some, and the basket was soon and gradually filled.

Seeing that it was getting dark, and there was a lot of baldness on the hillside, Wang Hao rubbed his waist, took the basket and weighed it, well, a kilogram is only a lot more.

"Alright, let's go back." Wang Hao estimated that if he didn't leave, once it got dark, it would be easy to encounter all kinds of beasts in the mountains, in case he was unlucky, he encountered a mutated beast or something, and he and his dream would probably have to explain here, and the rice was not replaced, but became the food of other creatures.

Just walked back for less than a few minutes, Wang Hao's wrist suddenly hurt, the handcuffs were hit hard by something, and when he looked back, it was a dream that fell to the ground.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Hao hurriedly stopped, turned around and squatted down to support Meng, and when he looked at her face up close, Wang Hao's brows suddenly wrinkled.

The dream's face turned pale just now, but now it is even more exaggerated, almost becoming transparent, and you can even see a few blood vessels from the snow-white and delicate skin. All in all, Meng's face was very ugly, a bit like the people Wang Hao often saw starving to death in the wilderness.

But not like the old humans who starved to death due to lack of food, but like the new humans who died of lack of blood.

The dream was lying in Wang Hao's arms, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle, Wang Hao subconsciously reached out to probe her forehead, it was cold and cold, definitely like ice!

Old humans have a fever and their body temperature rises; The new human has a fever, the body temperature drops, and judging from the cold feeling of the hand, the dream is probably a "high fever of more than 40 degrees".

"I'm grass, how does this feel like a three-year natural disaster, people are hungry when they walk." Wang Hao sighed, but he wasn't too nervous.

Because most of the diseases of new humans can be cured by one medicinal material, Wang Hao's blood is the best among these "medicinal materials".

Wang Hao didn't think about it, he lifted his wrist and put it to his mouth, and fangs came out of the corner of his mouth and bit his wrist fiercely.

"Drink." Wang Hao put his wrist to Meng's mouth and said to Mengmeng almost in a commanding tone.

Unlike the last time, Dream didn't even lick it this time, and shook his head stubbornly.

Seeing that Meng's face was getting worse and worse, Wang Hao simply ignored this girl's opinion, and directly pinched her cheeks with a tiger's mouth, making her pout her mouth, and then sent her bloody wrist to her mouth.

dreams of resisting, but it is obvious that Wang Hao's strength is greater.

Thick and dazzling blood flowed from Wang Hao's wrist into Meng's mouth, dripping like a tap leaking without twisting.

There were probably two or three hundred milliliters of blood poured into it, and Meng's face gradually looked better, and he also had strength in his body, and at this time Wang Hao also felt a little dizzy.

Meng immediately closed his mouth, and no matter how much Wang Hao persuaded him, he refused to drink again.

"Damn it, if all the new human beings in the world are like this, why worry that the country is not rich and strong, and the second old man is not healthy?"

Wang Hao looked at the dream of shaking his head firmly, and suddenly felt that all this in front of him was a bit of a trance, he was an old human being, and he had to ask the new human to drink his own blood, but this new human was unwilling.

Drinking blood is the instinct of new humans, even more than the craving for food of old humans, especially as pure-blooded humans, their own blood is definitely not less attractive to new humans than drugs are for addicts. But dreams can obviously not be disturbed by this instinct, and use thoughts to determine their own behavior, this is no longer a matter of the size of control, it seems that blood is not instinct for dreams!

Thinking of the gold-rimmed handkerchiefs that could only be used by nobles in the new human race, all this made Wang Hao even more curious about the origin of the dream.

But Wang Hao is obviously not as strong as the dream's control, his stomach is hungry and growling, coupled with the reason for a lot of blood loss, his brain gradually began to dizzy slightly, so he simply didn't want to think about the origin of the dream.

It doesn't matter what she's about, anyway, I'm covering it now. Wang Hao's thinking is sometimes very simple, there are only two kinds of division of friends, the person I cover and the person who covers me. It's a pity that since the fall of the Flame Volunteers, Wang Hao has never met anyone who can cover him.

I touched my forehead again, and the temperature had become normal, which was amazing.

Wang Hao carried the basket in one hand, picked up the dream with the other and carried it behind his back, and walked in the direction of the camp.

After walking a few steps, a sneer suddenly came from not far away.

In the empty mountain, there was no other sound around except for the slight rustle of the wind blowing the grass, and it was extremely silent, so this sneer was also extraordinarily clear and harsh.

"Who!" Wang Hao stopped abruptly and looked vigilantly in the direction of the source of the sound.

As far as the eye could see, there was a mountain rock not far away, and with a few sound of footsteps, a tall figure came out from behind the mountain rock, with a smug smile on his face.

Seeing this person, Wang Hao chuckled in his heart, and secretly said that he was in trouble! This person is the bald man who was in the tavern before, and wanted to rob his dream, a knife.

The knife moved slightly on his shoulders, and the two military thorns hanging on his waist had somehow reached his palm, and after entering the palm, the two military spurs seemed to have taken root, dripping and swirling, bringing up a knife light and whining wind.

"Lao Tzu has long seen that the situation between the two of you is wrong! Hehe, sneaking up behind the camp to follow you. ”

The knife approached Wang Hao, and he sneered: "But I never thought that you actually fed a vampire with your own blood, you are a gang, right?" ”

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