Chapter 359 shitty poem

The time for [Heaven and Human Unity] has finally come to an end.

After the black tornado disappeared, the soil **** outside the village completely disappeared, leaving a deep pit that was almost sunken into the ground.

As Wang Wen used his skills more often, he became more proficient in the manipulation of [Heaven and Human Unity] devouring the world.

He can roughly control the direction of swallowing now, instead of letting his skills eat in a large area.

It’s an extra boost that costs nothing.

This time, the eight hours of [Heaven and Human Unity] crossed many levels.

Stopping at the 700th floor was also something Wang Wen expected.

He knew that such layers of large integers would not be so simple.

That’s why Ren Ruanruan was directly allowed to jump off at the beginning.

After all, the strength and time at that time were not enough.

The purpose of that trip was to go to the 800th floor to touch the rewards, and save the previous levels if you can.

I just didn’t expect to be stopped by the 750th floor in the end.

The strength is different now.

Wang Wen has the heart to try the level of 700 floors.

If you can’t even get past the 700th floor, you don’t have to think about it later. Ren Ruanruan can only use it once per trip. After jumping the 700th floor, if there is any accident, you can only regret it and leave the tower. The high tower will never play.

The effect of [Heaven and Human Unity] ends.

The villagers at the entrance of the village are also “eat” full.

Wang Wen’s test has results.

To get the progress of the villagers, there are about three points.

The first of course is to live.

The second point is that you need to have a certain degree of health, and the kind that will die after you **** is definitely not good.

The third point is the most important.

Make sure they have enough water in their stomachs.

Not to mention the life potion and health water of the little black child like a woman, they are clean and healthy inside and out.

At least three or five more days to live.

This means that everyone must have at least two meals in Wang Wen’s hands.

The first meal warms the stomach, and the second meal absorbs sufficient nutrients and water.

The messy porridge cooked by Zhu Xingguo and others still met the conditions for the first meal.

It makes people happy and nourishes the stomach, and the taste and taste are also decent and will not be rejected.

When it came to the second process, what Wang Wen put directly into the stomachs of these people did not take into account the taste and taste.

Only the basic nutrition and moisture are guaranteed.

The point is “not easy to digest”.

It is best to continue to develop self-circulation.

It also has to be “cheap” enough that it doesn’t take too much energy or time, otherwise it can’t be distributed in large quantities.

Add these conditions together.

Depressed is no longer enough to describe.

God knows what those people’s stomachs look like.

It could be a tumor, I can’t tell.

Anyway, the taste is definitely not that good, but it definitely meets the requirements of the second meal.

Wang Wen is like an emotionless clearance machine.

All the energy, thought, and the purpose of the test are only to meet the conditions and get the progress.

In his eyes, these villagers are progress figures.

Just make those numbers your own progress.

It doesn’t matter how the process is.

The result is good.

A large number of villagers became full.

Although they didn’t understand why they were dying after drinking a little more than a bowl of gruel.

I also don’t understand that the smell of belching is weirder than the end products of human metabolism.

But that doesn’t prevent them from lying down happily.

Basking in the warm sun, I feel that life is really beautiful to be able to eat.

When a person is full, the blood goes to the stomach, which reduces the blood supply to other parts and causes a lot of drowsiness.

It is not good news for migrant workers. Most people have to continue to work after eating. Too much sleepiness affects their efficiency.

But for the villagers.

Simply too happy.

They almost forgot the feeling of being full and sleepy.

As if that only happened in the mother’s womb.

Now I realize it again, and I feel so happy that I want to cry.

A villager was in high spirits.

He picked up the firewood stick under the rice barrel stove, and wrote a poem on the sand with the charcoal head.

Back then, Ledao Poetry hops,

Long sword and short gourd conquer the world.

Now leaning on the door to find elegance,

Chai Rice Oil Salt Sauce Vinegar Tea.

After writing the last word with the pen and the dragon and the snake, the man raised the bowl and poured half of the bowl of porridge with his head up.

He fell unconscious with a bowl in his arms.

On his smiling face, two tears ran past his ears and disappeared into the parched earth.

Zhu Xingguo walked over and looked at the words on the ground.

He pouted and turned around: “Shit doesn’t work.”

He came to Wang Wen with a sliced ​​gourmet bread, and said worriedly: “Master, you haven’t eaten much since entering the tower, can you fill your stomach with bread? Let’s go out and eat something delicious, okay? ”

Wang Wen undecidedly picked up the bread and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes stayed on the level progress and time of the aircraft.

The villagers gathered at the entrance of the village right now.

The progress on the head is all gone.

Prove that their progress is in hand.

The total progress of the level has been supplemented by about 50%.

Theoretically speaking, as long as you find another village or find a few hundred people to copy the process just now, you can almost pass the customs.

But Wang Wen looked at the progress of the level and always felt that the speed of negative growth was still accelerating!

It was negative more than 100 before, making up 50% should still have -50%, and the time consumed is up to -60%.

The results are now almost -80%!

If this continues, it is very likely that the progress will fall back before the next village.

Wang Wen frowned.

Chew the bread like chewing wax.

Knowing that the slow way doesn’t work.

He found the woman who was still cooking porridge in the rice bucket and wanted to scoop up the last grain of rice, and asked, “Do you know where there are more people? People like you?”

The woman’s expression darkened: “It hasn’t rained for so many years, all the rivers and lakes have dried up, and people like me who are dying of starvation are everywhere.”

She saw Wang Wen’s thoughtful look.

He asked: “Sir, are you going to set off? I can help lead the way to the big city, there are more people there, I just escaped from there!”

Wang Wen nodded: “We’ll set off when you’re ready.”

The woman wiped her hands directly on her clothes and pulled the little black boy to show that she was ready.

Some villagers nearby who heard the conversation between the two quickly got up.

He leaned over, nodded and bowed, trying to follow “Sir Devil”, or to beg for shelter.

Wang Wen asked the villagers suspiciously: “Why do you want to come with me, do you want the house here?”

Unexpectedly, the villagers said that there is no home in the disaster of heaven and earth.

Now “Master Devil” has food.

People are very willing to follow and become servants, as long as they take a bite of rice, they can rebel!

Wang Wen interrupted the slogans independently developed by the villagers, dumbfounded.

Make it clear that you are just a devil, not a rebel, and don’t talk about rebellion in your mouth.

then.

After a few minutes.

Except for a few who were reluctant to trek to stay in the village.

Most of the people packed their bags and left with Wang Wen. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The team changed from five people to a mighty group.

The woman walked at the front, observed the direction for a while, pointed out a path, and took the lead in pulling the child to step forward.

while walking.

She found herself lifted off.

There is something **** the soles of the feet.

It’s very fast with no effort at all.

She turned her head in surprise and found that everyone behind her was “flying” in the air.

It’s all black!

The villagers were terrified, and after a while, they shouted excitedly again, and cautiously lowered their heads to the ground to see the freshness.

Seeing the woman’s expression, Mo Ran sneered disdainfully: “They all say we are devils, then walk with our feet to disgrace the devil, and you will catch up with the good time.”