Listening to Ziyu's unceremonious tone, Ling Tian was not annoyed, in the former's cold gaze.

Sitting straight up, leaning on the head of the bed, he took out a bottle of pure water from the tray, unscrewed it, and drank it in a big gulp.

Seeing Ling Tianyun's light and breezy appearance here, Ziyu was even more resentful in his heart.

Sister Jasmine saved his life, and the goods were sent to the fence, not only did she not know how to be grateful, but she was as relaxed as if she was in her own home, eating and drinking.

Ziyu stepped forward quickly, reaching out to snatch the water bottle from Ling Tian's hand.

"Smack!"

Just as he was about to grab Ling Tian, suddenly, a big hand grabbed his wrist, it was Ling Tian!

"So fast!"

Ziyu was surprised in his heart, he was a veteran, and after the zombie crisis broke out, he served in the garrison in China for two years.

Although he is not a top master, he is also a skill that three or five hooligans can't get close to.

Although he didn't use all his strength just now, it shouldn't be something that a person like Ling Tian, who was seriously injured and had just woken up, could catch it.

"Bang!"

Ziyu jerked his hand, but he couldn't pull it out.

On the other side, Ling Tian was still leisurely drinking water, and Ziyu was even more angry in his heart, and this time he used enough strength to pull his hand.

"Bang!"

This time, Ling Tian suddenly let go of his hand, and Ziyu was carried away by inertia, and suddenly hit the wall behind him.

"!"

was teased one after another, Ziyu finally lost his patience, gritted his teeth, and was about to hit with his round arm.

"Here you go." Before Ziyu could make a move, Ling Tian suddenly handed the empty water bottle to him, and said in a flat voice: "You even saved my life, and you still need me this bottle of water?" ”

"Humph!" Ziyu didn't do anything more when she heard this, "Bang! A handful of the water bottle handed over by Ling Tian was flew, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, listen, I don't care what way you are, since you wake up, hurry up and give me a chance to get out of the egg as soon as possible, there are no idlers in the infected area." ”

After speaking, Ziyu turned around and left, leaving indignantly.

Inside, Ling Tian grinned, "This little young man. ”

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Outside, in an open indoor basketball court, the ground is divided into several areas by lines, and materials are neatly stacked.

Inside the basketball court, a tall and sturdy young man with a height of 1.88 meters is sweating profusely and directing everyone to carry supplies.

Beside him, six or seven heavily armed men, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands, were also happily hugging their families and stacking the collected items.

"Bang dang!"

The door on the inside of the basketball court was pushed open.

"Brother!"

Jasmine flew in like a light little swallow and threw herself into the young man's arms.

"Ouch! Slow down! Hahaha······" The young man hurriedly grabbed Jasmine and hastily put down the items in his hand.

"Brother, how was the harvest this time? Why did it take so long to come back ······? Jasmine had obviously not seen her brother for a long time, and when she saw her, she kept asking questions, and she was constantly checking her brother's strong body, afraid that he would be injured.

"Hey! What can I do! You see. The sturdy young man raised his arms high, revealing his strong, muscular muscles.

"That's good, that's good." Jasmine looked at her brother, and there were tears in her eyes.

They are a family of "wanderers" who lurk in the infected area to survive, unlike "scavengers" who collect supplies in the infected area and return to the town or safe area to survive.

The "Wanderers" are a group of people who have been living in the infected area for a long time, and they spend their days in the company of zombies, although they are not bound by any organization or law.

But freedom always coexists with crisis, and living in the infected area, whether it is daily necessities, food, fresh water, weapons, ammunition, or medical drugs, you have to rely on yourself to search.

Although the huge infected area is vast, it is also full of zombies and terrifying mutants.

Therefore, the casualty rate of the "wanderer" family has always been high, and tragedies that lead to the collapse of the entire "family" have occurred from time to time.

Jasmine and her brother King Kong are the de facto leaders of this family of thirty or forty "wanderers".

Brother King Kong often leads the team out to collect daily necessities, often for ten days and half a month, because most of the zombies and usable materials in the vicinity have been disposed of.

"Let's go, brother, let's go to dinner." Jasmine kindly tugged at King Kong's arm.

"Good!" King Kong grinned, waved his hand and shouted before leaving: "Dazhi, give everyone a share of the delicious food, and then record the rest of the things in the account!" ”

For a while, the atmosphere in the basketball court was joyful, and everyone was very happy to organize and store the harvest this time.

Inside the restaurant on the second floor of the basketball hall.

At the table, King Kong washed his hands, picked up his plate and began to gulp down the bread, stews and canned meat.

"How's it going out there?" Jasmine washed a red apple, gently placed it in her brother's hand, and asked in a deep voice, her face no longer had an innocent and cheerful appearance at this time.

"Alas! It's not good, most of the supplies around have been looted. This time I went a little deeper, but in order to prevent encounters with the guy in the mall, I still didn't dare to go to the city center. King Kong frowned, and his face did not have the happy look he had before in front of everyone.

"I also feel that over the past year, all of you have been out longer and longer, before it was three or five days at a time, then seven or eight days, and then ten or so days. This time, you walked for fourteen days to gather enough supplies to survive. Jasmine folded her arms and looked melancholy.

In front of other others, in order to stabilize the morale of the army, the two brothers and sisters could only force their faces to laugh.

But now, the bloody facts are in front of us, and sooner or later the resources will be empty, in order to survive, what should the next road be?

For a while, only the chewing sound of King Kong was left in the restaurant, and the atmosphere was a little dull.

"Hey, by the way, I heard Xiaowen say, you two went out to pick up someone and came back?" King Kong first broke the gloom and asked his sister with a little curiosity.

"Well, we met it when we went to Station 4 to look for gasoline, and almost told me to beat me to death with a stick." Recalling that day, Jasmine covered her mouth and laughed.

"Hahaha, then you really have to save someone, how are people now? Do you know what the way is? King Kong laughed when he heard this.

"The person just woke up, and he hasn't had time to ask, why don't I bring it to you in a while?" Jasmine asked, holding her cheek with one hand and staring at her big eyes.

"Okay, there are not enough people to work now, you can bring it over and I will take a look, if you can, you can stay, and you can do whatever you can." King Kong finished his last bite of food and said in a flat voice.

"Hmm."

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Six o'clock in the evening.

In the room, Ling Tian, who had completely woken up, was already fully dressed.

He is a dragon warrior, and his recovery from his injuries is much faster than that of ordinary people, and he has been cultivating for three days, thanks to Jasmine's help in changing the dressing.

Ling Tian felt that the only thing he was missing now was a big meal!

Pulling open the curtains, the bright moonlight entered the room, Ling Tian raised his arm, and nine pitch-black scales shone in the moonlight!