Chapter 358 As long as 1 mouthful of rice, the rebellion will listen to you

Mo Ran was angry.

Wearing gloves with red stripes on a white background, the whole person rushed into the crowd like a raging flame.

Everyone who came into contact with the “flame” flew several meters away.

After landing, life and death are unknown.

Zhu Xingguo glanced at Wang Wen who was indifferent.

He directly took out a machine gun full of bullets, and practiced his marksmanship towards the crowd without hesitation.

Those who dared to approach the rice bucket were all “shot to death”.

The pairing of the two finally stopped the crowd’s looting.

One by one, they returned to the village one by one.

Someone shouted in dissatisfaction: “Didn’t you say let’s eat? Why not let it?”

no respond.

Cheng Queyi and the two just watched the fire and cooked porridge.

Zhu Xingguo and the two only care about deterrence by force.

Wang Wen walked far enough to swear by extracting the power of heaven and earth through [Heaven and Human Unity] with more than 40 minutes left.

I saw a black tornado rising into the sky.

Suddenly, some people in the crowd fell to the ground with their stomachs in their arms, and some people spit out blood.

Wang Wen thought about it and changed his oath.

In the crowd, some people began to foam with livid faces, and some people’s stomachs were suddenly flattened.

The villagers were horrified.

Suddenly scattered and fled to every corner of the village.

Then one by one hit the transparent barrier and fell to the ground.

People with bruised noses and bruised faces sat there for a while.

Reaching out his hand, he touched the air in front of him, which was obviously nothing but blocking the way, and turned around and kowtowed towards the black tornado in shock.

Wang Wen turned a deaf ear and only focused on the experiment.

ten minutes later.

Until the porridge in the rice bucket is cooked, the negative number of progress will only increase.

The black tornado spreads out.

The small dirt **** outside the village became a big dirt pit.

Wang Wen shook his head and walked back.

The skinny boy greeted him with concern, with a bowl full of porridge in his hand.

Wang Wen quickly waved his hand and declined.

Then he watched with trepidation as the skinny boy took a sip to himself.

In the distance, the woman who ran into the village and called for someone came back.

When he walked to the entrance of the village, he was slightly stunned when he saw the villagers who had fallen to the ground.

Without asking much, he came to Wang Wen to report the situation attentively.

According to her, the people in the whole village who can come to the entrance of the village are basically here, about a hundred people.

This is basically equal to the current number of survivors in the village.

After listening to the report, Wang Wen nodded, and asked her to go to the rice bucket to eat and be responsible for distributing food to the villagers. She pondered silently.

The woman came to the rice bucket.

I saw Cheng Queyi feeding the child porridge.

Children think that the taste of porridge is not as good as bread, so they don’t want to eat it.

The woman walked over and slapped the child’s ass.

Cheng Queyi quickly stopped her: “it’s okay, don’t eat if you don’t eat, don’t beat the child.”

The woman said apologetically to Cheng Queyi, “He dares to refuse the food that the adults have given him. His discipline has become too presumptuous after all these years of hardship and lack of life. You should bear more.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Cheng Queyi shook his head and said, “I’m just afraid that he will be hungry for too long and eat so much bread that he will not digest well. Drinking some hot porridge is better for the body. If you don’t want to eat it, it’s fine.”

The woman bowed gratefully to Cheng Queyi again.

Then he came to the entrance of the village and shouted to the anxious villagers, “Come with me if you want to eat.”

The villagers looked at each other and dared not move.

The woman took a large spoon and scooped a bowl of messy porridge from the rice bucket.

Seeing the rice grains inside was a little moving.

When I saw the vegetables, eggs and sliced ​​meat, I couldn’t help drinking it in front of the villagers.

Eat hot porridge.

It was as if the cracked ground was filled with spring rain.

I can’t remember how long I haven’t tasted it and almost swallowed the woman’s tears.

With red eyes, she chewed the meat dishes in the porridge bit by bit.

It just felt moist and warm from the mouth down the throat all the way to the stomach.

The body has a temperature as if it was alive.

In comparison, the bread given by Lord “Devil” is delicious, but it is only bread.

It can’t compare to this really big mouthful of rice soup with meat, vegetables and steam.

The villagers saw the woman drinking incense.

Involuntarily swallowing saliva.

There is the courage to walk out of the village entrance and approach her.

He looked at the bleeding wounded person next to him, then looked at the two vicious gods who were standing beside the vat, and then glanced at a certain **** who seemed to be “completed” in the distance.

Quietly asked the woman: “Goddamn, you said before that there were adults giving charity and porridge at the entrance of the village. Is it them? Why doesn’t it look like that? They even beat people. Erniu and the others haven’t moved for a long time, so they’re probably dead!”

The woman glanced at the person lying on the ground, shook her head and said to the interrogator: “Giving porridge is porridge, but not charity. These people are Lord Devils, they have requirements for food, you must not Obeying the rules offends adults and deserves death.”

The nearby villagers listened.

They all stuttered: “Devil? What kind of devil? Is it true or false?”

“Are there requirements for food?”

The crowd whispered.

“A few grains of rice break the rules so much, it’s not worth eating this kind of rice!”

As soon as this sentence comes out.

The villagers stepped aside one after another, revealing a young man inside.

The young man looked left and right wondering: “What? Did I say something wrong? You didn’t see their domineering appearance!”

The woman looked at him with a big spoon and smiled: “You’re right, you don’t need to eat this kind of rice, don’t worry, no one is forcing you to eat it.”

Immediately next to him, a villager raised the broken bowl in his hand, walked up to the woman and said, “I eat, I eat, and I will eat as long as I give food.”

“Me too.” Another villager followed, rubbing his stomach and saying in pain, “I haven’t seen rice for half a year. Now as long as someone gives me a bite to eat, I can do whatever I want.”

The rest of the villagers hurriedly lined up one by one to be obedient and obedient.

The young man who was excluded from the team was stunned.

Looking at the “unprincipled” fellow villagers, I was furious.

Point to the bodies that had been knocked to the ground before and said, “Are you all blind? Can’t you see these dead people? They all killed them!”

The villagers who received the meat porridge happily drank the porridge.

The hungry people are still discussing who has more ingredients in the bowl.

More people took three or two sips, and then went to the queue obediently and continued to line up for the second bowl.

After bowls of nutritious hot porridge, the villagers gradually showed a smile.

Hear what the young man said.

Someone teased him: “What’s the big deal about dead people, people starve to death every day in the village, it’s better to be beaten to death here than to starve to death.”

The voice did not fall.

Another black tornado flew in the distance.

The villagers drank porridge with bowls and squinted to admire the black tornado.

Soon.

The bodies lying on the ground moved.

Slowly opened his eyes.

Some even sat up and sniffed the smell of meat porridge that had gradually spread everywhere.

The villagers were stunned again.

The young man looked at the people who had come back from the dead.

He opened his mouth and couldn’t speak.

The person who made fun of him before~www.readmtl.com~ swallowed his saliva and said to him: “Look, now even the dead are alive, they have food, you don’t have to eat, are you happy?”

The young man snorted stubbornly.

Turn away.

Just after walking two steps, I found that there seemed to be a little more in my stomach.

He suddenly felt a feeling of fullness that he had almost forgotten.

Stomach tumbling.

I couldn’t help but hiccup.

The aroma of a mouthful of braised beef noodles surged from the stomach sac and sprayed out of the throat along the esophagus.

The young man quickly closed his mouth.

Reluctant to let go of that breath.

And he inhaled hard with his nose, sucking back all the hiccups that were accidentally leaked around.