Chapter 397

Back in the base, Fang Mo and others occupied a corner alone. Then they began to set up a black pot, light a bonfire and start cooking.

Zhang Yuxin's cooking skills are still a little, even if she hasn't been before, but after Qin Xiaoyu's emergency training, she also has a lot of skills. At this time, it's time for her to cook. It's called a smooth, not only delicious, but also very rich in taste. She mobilized the people in the whole underground facilities.

Unfortunately, they had just heard about the prestige of these people, so no one dared to come near.

There was a dejected young man who sat down with a knife on his shoulder, stretched out his hand to Fang Mo and said, "give me something to eat."

holy crap!

Fang Mo stared at him. His eyes were round. He didn't expect that this guy would be so direct, and he just ate what he had come to eat

However, thinking that the other party was so simple and direct, he didn't care about it and nodded: "wait, we'll start eating after all the other dishes come up, otherwise, we'll always lack some."

"Hmm!" the young man carrying the knife didn't choose. He sat down directly, closed his eyes and smelled the wonderful taste. He muttered, "there are so many delicious food. Who is particularly willing to go out and wander? If they could eat it before, maybe they wouldn't have to take risks and die."

After hearing this, Fang Mo moved in his heart and asked with doubt, "brother, what do you mean, the previous brothers?"

"Dead!"

The young man shook his head and said, "I met a monster. I was carrying it in front, but who knows, the monster suddenly stretched out countless tentacles and caught all my other teammates. When they came to their mouth and saw that they couldn't run away, they asked me to run quickly, and I ran away."

"When I was running, I heard them scold me. They said they didn't stand up for justice and let me run. I really can't understand."

Don't be stunned.

Special, can you still play like this?

Fang Mo knew after listening to the young man's description that the other party must want to hold the young man with things such as moral kidnapping. Who knows that he really ran away directly.

Thinking about the despair of those people before they died, Fang couldn't help shaking his head.

It's really my own death.

Otherwise, the young man may fight hard, or he may be able to save them, but now, he may not even think about it.

"What do you mean by them? They let me run and then stop. Isn't that crazy? I really can't understand them!" the young man turned his head and patted his chest: "I, Zhang Bo, have never been unfaithful, but they let me run. I can't help but run. They will blame me for wasting their hard work. Now that I run, they are like this again."

It's not that you can't understand others, but that others don't understand you at all?

Fang Mo sighed deeply, then smiled and said, "maybe it's because it hurts too much before death. But don't worry, brother. If you're interesting, you can stay in our team and give full play to your ability. You'll certainly do something in this last world."

Since this guy can fight with monsters, he must be capable.

Most importantly, Fang Mo felt an energy in him, which was different from himself and Jin Hui.

Perhaps it is this kind of thing that allows him to survive in this last world.

This is also Fang Mo's most curious thing. After all, he doesn't quite understand how many kinds of energy there are in this eschatological world.

by the way.

If you have to say something, Fang Mo really remembers that the thin leader seems to have this energy, which makes him more curious. He wants to know what kind of energy it is. He has such a terrible power. It's a good thing to fight with strange things.

It's also a good thing to let Zhang Bo stay. After all, the other party's strength is not weak, which can just let them fill their own strength gap.

With Zhang Yuxin and Yang Ye in the team, there are many variables in the team. If no one comes in, it will certainly not work, and even lead to the collapse of the whole team.

Now, there is one more possibility for him to join.

Maybe I can use such energy in the future.

Thinking of this, Fang Mo's face looked much better.

In a short time, Zhang Yuxin cooked the dishes one by one, and then put them on the table in front of him.

Seeing several people standing, he quickly waved and said, "don't be busy. Come and have dinner."

"Without talking about you two, you talk about crosstalk first, and then come back when we finish eating." for the two people who wanted to come together, Fang Mo directly refused.

At present, there is no TV, and he is the kind who likes to eat and has a little movement. Of course, we should arrange the two newly recruited people.

Even if it's just for them to say a crosstalk, it's good.

……

"Well, let's talk about it?"

"If you don't talk for a while, there's no food to eat."

"What do you say?"

"I can't say your uncle anyway. This paragraph is a little old."

"Let's talk about my aunt. If you want to talk about my aunt, it's really beautiful. When people see it, they subconsciously... Gulu!"

"You are greedy. What's the matter?"

"I said, aunt, it's not your daughter-in-law. What are you worried about?"

"Hey, I shouldn't talk."

"Yes, am I talking about you? If you open your mouth, isn't it all chaotic?"

"I beat you!"

"Get it, don't say it, don't say it, there are too many things about your mother... Forget it, don't say it, there must be rules on the stage, don't you?"

"What do you say?"

"It's crosstalk. It's about eating, drinking, whoring and gambling."

"Huh?!"

"Eat, it's about the old people's meals. For example, there are more than ten dishes on the table in front of you. Drink, it's about the old wine. Alas, it's what Zhang Bo took out. It's called a fragrance. As for this whoring... Ask your mother."

"I beat you to death!"

……

The two were talking about cross talk, while Fang Mo and others were eating while listening. To tell the truth, such a day made everyone feel good, especially Zhang Bo, who had just joined in, poured a big bowl of Fang Mo with his own wine and said: "Brother, I don't know how to live like this. You have redefined what is the end of the world for me. Here's a toast to you, little brother."

"Good, good!"

Fang Mo smiled and picked up the bowl. He had not drunk wine for a long time, and he had been looking for food before. He simply opened meat today.