Doomsday Wonderland - Vol 9 Chapter 2370

This afternoon, everyone on Exodus felt the luxury of doing nothing after having enough and peace of mind for the first time.

The spacecraft was unable to lift off because it ran out of fuel—of course, in the eyes of others, because of a “system check”—and had to cut off many functional services. In the past two days, everyone chatted, drank, played ball and read books. Although they were comfortable and relaxed, they were used to adventures, and when they were free for a while, they couldn’t help but want to do something.

“Then let’s go for a spring outing,” Lin Sanjiu suddenly thought, “By the way, is it spring now?”

As a result, no one could answer. No one knows the exact date and year in the Karma Museum. Judging from the temperature and the state of the plants, it seems that it may be from spring to autumn—depending on the latitude and longitude or the influence of ocean currents.

However, it doesn’t seem to matter.

“Where to go for a spring outing?” Nuyue didn’t feel much interest in activities that deal with nature, and she seemed to prefer brightly lit places. “It seems to be just a forest outside… It’s gray-green and gray-green.”

There really isn’t much open beauty beyond Exodus; it stops under the cover of a small grove, and through it is an empty, normal village of ordinary people.

Not long after Lin Sanjiu came back from Exodus, he went to look around the empty village. The only inhabitant of the village, and the reason the Exodus spent most of their fuel here, was the girl they rescued from the underground farm, Fenghuanyan.

Faced with Simia’s proposal to invite her to disembark, Feng Huanyan shook her head very slowly.

“That’s where your mother bought you,” you said aloud. “You’re trying to throw it away. It’s not your home. Besides, are all the pigs who control the farm dead? People outside your village It’s coming back slowly, isn’t it? You are helping Xiaojia clean the yard, maintain the water supply facilities, and remove weeds… When we come back, Xiaojia will not be able to resume the abnormal life of the past.”

Simia realized that he hadn’t asked me that question yet.

Almost astonished, I quickly looked at Feng Huanyan’s house: there was a bottle of cut wild flowers under the wooden table, and an umbrella that had been repaired a few times stood by the door. Every time Feng Huanyan exits the kitchen, she tirelessly kicks the floor mat that keeps slipping back to its original position.

“Ah, let him give you a good word,” Zhang Cexing patted your shoulder and said with a smile. “Spring and summer, there is no difference.”

Could it be possible to completely wipe out this kind of farm that treats humans as livestock through Fuxiluo?

Before what happened on the farm, you still haven’t lost your appetite for pigs—even when you say the word “ham”, there is a little fierce light in the eyes of the bad elephant.

Fushiro raised his eyes and smiled slightly.

“I also want to see how you are doing by the way.” Yu Yuan nodded and said, “I’ll bring you something you need that time.”

“You know that they think they have little ability, and they are lacking something,” Feng Huanyan insisted, “but those are smoked by you, so they will accept them.”

Simia glared at me, and when the living ghost laughed contentedly, he continued: “Is it right by the sea? Why don’t you go to the beach to relax?”

When a group of people marched back outside the big village where Feng Huanyan lived, the girl was taken aback; you seemed to hear the people talking and laughing from afar, and you delayed opening the door and leaning out He turned his face halfway—even the man who was a degenerate, when he first saw so few degenerates, he held back the animal’s instinctive surprise and let out a loud cry of his own accord.

“Spring…outing? Is it summer now?”

“Speaking of where you went on a spring outing, you think of Feng Huanyan. Although I only visited you a few days later… Yes, if you go west from your village—”

“It’s really strange. He smokes and drinks, so why does it stink.” Simia didn’t damage her hair, and felt that she should cut it again.

Porcius has no experience with who Feng Huanyan is, and he has the slightest interest; but when you hear that you can’t go to the sea, your eyes are so bright that it seems that no ray of sunlight has penetrated your head—”Go, take you !”

Is he preparing for the exam? Simia swallowed those words back.

“I still need sauce,” Qing Jiuliu reminded, “Gift pack?”

Out of the village that was taken away at the beginning, there are still a few people left alive. Can we realize that we have been treated as livestock? Even if we are aware of it, can we find it all the way from the farm on the ground…Those questions, Feng Huanyan seemed to be willing to think about it alone.

Even if Fuxiluo and Xiaojia are in the same room, chatting and laughing, I always seem to be standing one step away from the crowd, separating a part of the gods, and watching how time is carried by human voices and faces Keep going, little by little.

Perhaps Lou Qin is still trying to call Xiao Zhang Ce Xing back?

“Hey, do you mean spring outing?”

It seems that I have never thought that a person cannot spend his life among so few small, large, luxurious and cumbersome sundries. Pina’s effort to pretend to be sleeping is very thoughtful, but somehow she conveyed the meaning well: you are still ready to show up, especially you are still ready to be with the “Lord Li”.

The promise you made to Feng Wuwu outside the farm on the ground, is now fulfilled with a clear conscience, right?

“You brought him some things,” Yu Yuan said, “If he lives alone, wouldn’t it be an easy place?”

It may be because there are too few problems in your stomach, and it still has a lower number. The most recent question is not the “strangeness” outside the library—you walked around the library twice, and at first you could only close the door with a solution, and put away the doubts. There is no answer in your mind for the time being outside the folder.

Qing Jiuliu called out, and asked Fu Xiluo who was sitting alone outside the corner: “Is he going?”

Feng Huanyan seemed to know exactly how to answer, and stood outside the door with her mouth half open.

Qing Jiuliu knew when he got close to you, and blew under your head, the breath seemed to melt a sip of peach wine, and stroked away a lock of hair hanging over your eyes—— “Why is he in a daze, where is he going?”

That thought reminded Simia—you have to find a time when someone is paying attention and ask Fu Xiluo how to completely prevent Xiaolin Sanjiu from making a comeback. Now that I have woken up as the rightful master, is there any room for Zhang Cexing to exist?

Your knowledge is accumulated in inexplicable places.

One hand snapped its fingers, calling Simia back to God.

“That’s wrong,” you sniffed vigorously, “How do you eat that? Just chew it?”

Did Fu Xiluo retreat to the living room?

“Don’t be afraid, it’s you. Shall we go to the beach together?” Simia smiled at you, raised his hand and said, “You are on your way to the spring outing.”

“Has he ever eaten an octopus?” The living ghost pointed out, “You don’t have bread, lettuce, ham… It’s just good for making an octopus, and the picnickers want to eat it. Hey, come, teach him…”

As for the gift package, this is naturally a must-ask – where my sister is going, I will go there.

The little wizard has little experience and knowledge, and his injuries are not yet healed. How could he be interested in the sea next to a big village, and he immediately turned him down—maybe he hoped that no one would stay with Pina?

Simia didn’t reject Feng Huanyan’s bad intentions—in fact, she did, because Posius had already cut up the ham.

Just like in games or comics, when adventurers trade with locals, everyone simply retreated from Feng Huanyan’s house; Simia took all the cloth, medicine, equipment and knives that he brought you. It was spread out under the table, and Feng Huanyan went back and forth to find chairs for Xiaojia, poured water, hugged ham, and went to the vegetable garden in front to pick a lot of fresh lettuce.

“Okay,” I said calmly.

Ji Shanqing let out a long sigh.

Unexpectedly, Feng Huanyan suddenly smiled mischievously.

When my friends on the sun talk about something boring, I will stand outside the shadow of the mottled and alienated trees and show a heavy smile.

…Perhaps because you lack this layer of memory-implanted filters, Zhang Cexing can vaguely feel the difference between the current “Fu Xi Luo” and the past “Li Zhijun”.

“Coincidentally,” you are relatively new to Yu Yuan, and it is more natural when you talk to me: “Yesterday you were thinking about whether they have fuel or not. They stay in the same place all the time. Maybe it’s convenient to buy things. You smoked there. I bought a lot of ham, and I was going to take it to them.”

“What is he thinking?” Qing Jiuliu asked lazily before being pulled back by Ji Shanqing.

“Lord Li?”

This folder full of problems is slowly being crushed and exploded.

“It’s unreasonable why people with bad looks can’t smell bad.” Nan Yue said naturally.

Now that Fuxiluo has woken up again, does he still feel that his life is full of sharp stones that torment me?

Do people who know others feel it?

Feng Huanyan glanced blankly at the crowd, and visibly flinched when she saw Bai Zeji. You asked aloud: “Why does it seem that every day, there are fewer people under his boat?”

Feng Huanyan immediately jumped up and said, “Is it right to make eight sandwiches? Go get them a cutting board and a box! Put them in a box and take them to the beach to eat.”

…Full of people, Yu Yuan is not the most reliable.

Yuan Xiangxi said, “He called you?”

Simia silently made a note in his heart at that time; in the far future, you need to go back to the farm to see.

Don’t look at the fact that Xiaojia has only gathered under the boat for a few days, but Zhang Cexing has observed a very interesting phenomenon: Porthius also knows why, so it turns out that he belongs to the type of “popular classmate” outside the school; you showed interest Things that can often arouse other people’s interest – within a few words, Yuan Xiangxi, Han Suiping and Nanyue also decided to go together.

Aside from the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Simia raised her head, her eyes wandered around the room of relatives and friends, and finally landed on Fu Xiluo beside the door.

“It’s worse than reading,” Bai Zeji said with a straight face, “you go too.”

“So you guys are ready to go, then go, oh, yes, then go and ask Pina if you are going.” Bo Zhang Cexing was very active, and was the first to jump up, “Do you want to bring food for the spring outing? You guys Don’t have a basket? It’s a picnic if you have a basket.”

It is very unlikely that the shark department headed by Lou Qin will try to regain control of the above-ground farm. It’s just that there is too much of the overwhelming absolute power of Xiaolin Sanjiu. Before the pig-shaped degenerates that maintain the system, the farm has probably not turned into a mess that anyone touches and who finds it difficult… Certainly no special person wants It is not the worst time to be able to escape and leave.

Outside of the life that Feng Wuwu built for you, you are diligently busy with trivial matters every day. In Simia’s eyes, you are not a comfort.