PFC Chapter 201 Enemies meet on a narrow road
Chapter 201 Enemies meet on a narrow road
There were five people coming, all of them were covered in dust and looked like they hadn't taken a shower for a long time.
The foul smell coming from his body made Jiang Chengming frown and take a step back.
Jiang Chengming knew these five people; they were his former teammates.
His team originally had twenty members, and even when he was kicked out, there were still about twelve people left.
Only ten days have passed, and there are only five people left.
Jiang Chengming looked at the man leading the group, who was none other than Liang Yi, the fire-type mutant who had instigated him to be kicked out.
Jiang Chengming recognized them, but they didn't know that the man in front of them was Jiang Chengming.
In the eyes of Liang Yi and others, Jiang Chengming's appearance was incredible.
Jiang Chengming was wearing a white hooded sweatshirt with a Doraemon pattern on the chest, light blue loose jeans, and a pair of clean white shoes.
The whole person is clean and refreshed.
He doesn't look like someone from the apocalypse at all.
On the folding table next to him, there were several steaming dishes, exuding fragrance.
Can this happen in the end times?
The tall and thin man on Liang Yi's left swallowed his saliva and couldn't help asking: "Brother Liang, is this real?"
Liang Yi couldn't believe it either. They hadn't eaten for three days. Could it be that they were too hungry and had hallucinations?
The other fat man had no time to discuss whether he was hallucinating or not. The smell of the food aroused his suppressed hunger.
The fat man rushed towards the folding table and reached out to grab the braised pork.
However, before he touched the braised pork, he suddenly became unable to move.
The table seemed to be an invisible barrier that isolated the fat man from outside.
[Kick him away.] Lu Qizhi's voice rang in Jiang Chengming's ears. He was a man who protected his food and would definitely not let the fat man defile his food.
Jiang Chengming also reacted and kicked the fat man away, who fell to Liang Yi's feet, raising a cloud of dust.
Looking at the fat man lying on the ground wailing, Liang Yi also realized that the scene before him was not an illusion.
The fair-skinned boy in front of me is real, and the table of steaming food is also real.
Liang Yi swallowed his saliva and said, "Sir, my friend didn't do it on purpose. He was just too hungry."
"Oh." Jiang Chengming responded: "What does that have to do with me?"
Liang Yi's words were interrupted by Jiang Chengming. He was still thinking about how to talk to Jiang Chengming, but Jiang Chengming turned around and sat back on the folding chair, then started to eat with relish.
The group of five people watched Jiang Chengming eating happily, oblivious to the people around him.
The man beside Liang Yi said in a low voice: "Brother Liang, let's kill him and take his food."
There are no laws in the end times, so killing is not surprising.
Liang Yi looked at Jiang Chengming and shook his head.
He was dressed so cleanly and had steaming hot food.
It was obvious that he was not an ordinary person, and they might not be his match.
Liang Yi walked over and said, "Sir, I want to exchange some food with you."
"No change." Jiang Chengming refused without thinking.
Liang Yi: “…”
Liang Yi didn't say anything, took out a small bag from his pocket, opened the bag, and found it was full of small purple crystals.
"There are twenty crystal cores here, and we just want some food." Liang Yi said in a gentle voice: "The five of us haven't eaten for three days, and we can't hold on any longer."