Chapter 365

Hurry, is a cartoonist.

Really a cartoonist.

I don't know how much higher my status is.

If Fang Mo's comic level has about tens of thousands of fans, his fans are millions.

This gap is simply a gap.

However, in the cartoon industry, there is no irrational thing to do because of status or envy.

Therefore, even if the other party's status is very high, Fang Mo will never be sour.

There was no hurry to sneer at Fang Mo because he had few fans.

Such a thing will never happen in a group of cartoonists. Every cartoonist is in the most peaceful mood, because they vent a lot of blood on weekdays, and each painting can be said to give emotion.

Such a premise exists, which leads to Fang Mo's happiness.

"Everything can be Niang. It seems feasible. Even a building has become a building Niang. Are you interested in drawing such a cartoon together?" Fang Mo shouted at the other side.

There was no answer in a hurry. He was controlled.

Don't see clearly.

Therefore, he could only shake his head and said faintly: "it seems that we can only save people first. Besides, the location where this guy lives is very good. I checked it before. The average real estate price in Donghai city starts at 30000. If we are in the center of the city, I'm afraid there must be more than 100000 people, rich people!"

With a sigh, he left the place with a bang.

First, he searched the other houses.

He took out the curtains one by one. Just one roll is the best rope. He found about 20 rooms and finally added bed sheets, which is about 200 meters.

He didn't dare to delay. He jumped out of the room and took a look at the monster like that building. When he saw that the other party was still doing something, he shook his head and sighed: "special, turtle son, really special is a turtle son. Others are struggling to survive. If you want to find a way to live, it's good for you to do such a thing here."

"If it appears in the cartoon, you are definitely a proper villain." after he finished, he shouted to the opposite side, "Hey, are you ready?"

After shouting, he found a big stone and tied it to the other side. After roughly calculating it, he felt that the rope would not break due to his dragging, so he nodded.

At this time, the opposite answered.

"I'm very interested in what you said. We can study it together in the future. Cough, cough, we're ready. Throw the rope over, but how far is the distance between us? Is it more than ten meters? I can't see it now. I dare to climb over. If I can't see it, I guess... I'll be surprised."

The hurried tone contains great excitement and a little fear.

Cartoonists have a characteristic that they are naturally adventurous.

Otherwise, they can't produce so many adventure comics.

Yes, of course.

Most cartoonists actually take risks in their own homes, and only a few want to take risks outside.

It happened that Fang Mo was one of them, although he didn't take any risks.

It is because of this character that he quickly adapted to the end of the world.

The hurry on the other side is obviously not much different from him.

So.

After thinking, Fang Mo still didn't tell the truth, but lied: "Yes, the distance is only about 20 meters. You can come as long as you climb. And I have tested that the rope can bear about five people at a time, that is, you will come as soon as five times. Don't be afraid. Between the two buildings, it's just a little higher on your side. You can slide down. I'll pick you up. Just hold on."

After thinking about it, he thought that people might not last that long. Unexpectedly, he added a sentence: "well, the best thing is to find a rope to tie your hands and feet."

"Oh, it's so simple? I see, I see!" he promised in a hurry. Then he waved his hand and said, "come on, this monster doesn't know how long it can last. If it's that, we'll be finished."

"OK, OK, you all have to prepare!" Fang Mo said, picked up the very big stone with one hand and threw it away.

His current control of power can be called terror, so the stone fell on the roof opposite according to his prediction.

See this stone.

Most people were relieved.

"I just heard that sound. It seems very far away. Now I see it. It's so close!"

"Yes, it's too close. Otherwise, I'm afraid he can't throw such a big stone."

"I can breathe a sigh of relief."

"Well, who will come first? I have a rope here. Just tie your hand and you can pass."

A man stood up. He was a middle-aged man with scissors and pieces of rope in his hand.

The first glance, he put it on the hurried body.

After all, this guy just promised well.

At the sight of this look, a touch of excited camel red immediately appeared on some young faces. He pointed to his cheek and said, "is it me? Is it me?"

Hold the grass, you really don't know how to live or die!

That guy across the street, that's especially true.

Cartoonists, who are they?

It seems that, like Temo's novel writers, they are a group of perverts.

The others, looking at another person.

That guy, his whole body exudes a very cold breath. This guy is an author. His name is long long. They don't know exactly what the author is. They just know that this guy's calm group is comparable to the one in a hurry.

Hurriedly turned his head, looked at the Dragon sitting there, waved his hand and said, "then I'll go first?"

"Hmm!" long long had no extra words, nodded, and went to the side. He tied the rope made by Fang Mo to the stone pillar next to him. He said faintly: "come first, shout after you arrive, and I'll be the second to pass."

"Get it!" he nodded hurriedly and excitedly, and then tied his hands and feet with the help of others. As soon as he was pushed by the dragon, he began to pass.

"Yo ho!"

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho!"

"Yo ho... Eh, it seems that it's more than twenty meters?"

In the air, he was shouting like Mount Tai, but in a moment, he reacted. The distance of 20 meters has passed, but obviously he hasn't seen the guy opposite.

That guy who specializes in drawing some warm comics.