Chapter 473

Sometimes people have to be responsible for what they do.

Whether it is good or bad, whether it will affect their lives or not.

some people.

I couldn't control myself before.

Pornography, gambling and drugs touch all kinds of things. It's like social garbage and damn bedbugs.

Some people can control themselves and don't touch anything they shouldn't touch.

The former is responsible for what they do.

Like now.

Fang Mo didn't let them come and watch the excitement, did he? But these people showed their heads one by one and looked at them like they were not afraid of death. When the monster hit, they all fell down.

"Ah!"

"I'm dying."

"It hurts, it hurts."

Look how miserable they scream.

Fang Mo smashed his mouth, walked to Ye Qingcheng and said, "you leave with Xiaoxiao first, and I'll compete with this thing again."

"Don't forget it?"

Ye Qingcheng tilted his lips and said, "your IQ is not as good as it. If you are played to death at that time..."

what the hell.

What does that say.

"I just underestimated the enemy. I don't think so at ordinary times!" Fang Mo tried to explain.

Ye Qingcheng looked at him with a smile.

ok

Just go.

It's dawn anyway. There's no need to stay here.

When Xiaoxiao saw that they were going to go, she suddenly became bright. She walked over quickly, picked up the package and walked out. This time, she walked very fast.

……

"This is the real world."

When Fang Mo saw countless people coming out of the building, he couldn't believe it. Then he said with emotion: "originally, these people didn't dare to come out, but didn't dare to come out at night."

"What do you think?" Ye Qingcheng glanced at him and said, "if they want to live, they have to come out, otherwise they will slowly starve to death. People can do anything when they are hungry."

"Will you eat me?"

Fang Mo asked casually. After asking, he knew he was finished.

Sure enough.

When he felt that his ears were about to fall off, he knew that he was completely finished. He quickly begged for mercy: "no, no, it hurts. It hurts too much. Save me some face. Many people look at it."

"No one will look at you. They are all busy with their own affairs and won't look at you at all." Ye Qingcheng said faintly, but obviously relaxed a lot.

Fang Mo saw that it was true.

No one pays attention to them at all. They are quietly looking around, as if they want to find the last hope of survival.

Poor man.

Unfortunately, there are many poor people in this world. Sometimes if you help this, another person may suffer terribly.

Fang Mo is God. He can't help everyone.

In that case, he won't help any of them.

Save yourself from being dragged into the mire.

That's not a good thing.

Thinking of this, he walked much faster.

"Yo, new people are coming?" a young man came out and foolishly blocked in front of the little girl. "Little girl, show your backpack to your brother... Ah!"

Just a little punch.

The young man had a pit on his cheek. He saw that he had more air out and less air in. He was completely finished.

Tut!

Fang Mo reluctantly whispered to Ye Qingcheng: "look, this little girl is so heavy to kill her heart."

"The more you kill now, the more suffering you will have in the future. She can't rely on each other like you and me. It's estimated that it will be very difficult at that time." Ye Qingcheng said softly.

Eh?

What else?

Fang Mo was surprised in an instant. Looking at Ye Qingcheng, he was obviously a little reluctant to believe it.

"Really."

"The killing now will make her have an inexplicable killing heart. When one day, she is close to the extreme, and those killing intentions can no longer be controlled, just like you and me before, but..."

Speaking of this, she blew a breath beside fangmo's ear: "we can rely on each other, so we won't continue to deteriorate, but guess, will she?"

Tut!

This is really.

When Fang Mo thought of this, he silently shook his head, pulled Xiaoxiao back and patted her head: "don't kill your heart so hard in the future. What are you doing at a young age?"

I'm a monster!

Xiaoxiao wanted to roar, but she retreated skillfully and followed Ye Qingcheng very weakly, as if she hadn't just hit someone.

"You dare to hit our boss!"

"Grass Mud Horse!"

"Do you want to die?"

"Brothers, follow me!"

About four or five people rushed over quickly. They had a desire to kill on their faces. They were more terrible than one. The swords, guns and swords in their hands made them look extremely fierce.

However, Fang Mo didn't care at all. When several people approached, he raised his hand at will and gave a blow lightly.

Bang!

With just one punch, a big pit appeared on the ground, and the five people in front of him fell down instantly and began to bleed all over.

"Also said that others, obviously he is more terrible than me." little unconvinced glanced.

……

"Help me!"

"Please, have mercy on me. Just give me a piece of bread and I'll sleep with you. How about it?"

"I, I graduated from the performing arts school before. It's very beautiful and worth it!"

"Look at me."

"Please, help me."

Walk through several neighborhoods.

Fang Mo found that the front was blocked by a group of people.

When these people saw several of them, they ran over in an instant, revealed their most miserable side one by one, and tried to lure and confuse them.

Unfortunately, they soon saw a woman walking over in high heels.

Her face was cold, but she was more beautiful than everyone present: "are you hooking up with him?"

At this time, she suddenly laughed.

The smile is so sweet.

But these people on the ground trembled silently, and few dared to speak.

This is the current world.

If they see the strong and dare to resist, I'm afraid they won't lie here.

There will be a better place for them.

"Did someone clean up the zombies and monsters in front?" Fang Mo asked casually. Looking at the quiet communities in front, he suddenly jumped in his heart for some reason.

No one answered his questions. Those who came over had quietly climbed aside, did not block their way, and would not talk to them.

Reality.

The horror of reality.

They don't talk to people who don't help themselves at all.

……

"Boss, new people are coming."

The young man with a flattering smile ran to a strong middle-aged man, skillfully took out a lighter and lit a cigar for the other party: "they have big bags and small bags. There must be good things!"

"Really?"

The boss turned his head, puffed out a mouthful of smoke and slowly said, "then come back a little, old rules, half."