"Here? It feels like I've had a long dream. Me, what's going on? Slowly waking up from the darkness, Zhuang Xiaoyuan opened his eyes, and the first thing he felt was the soreness from all over his body and the soft touch behind his head, and what he saw was an unfamiliar ceiling and Wen Hui's face with his eyes closed.

"Madoka, you're finally awake, do you remember who I am?" Xiaoyuan's soft murmur when she woke up made Wen Hui, who was originally pretending to sleep, suddenly lift her spirits, looked down at Zhuang Xiaoyuan, whose head was resting on her lap, and asked cautiously.

"Xiaohui, what nonsense are you talking about, how could I not remember you." Frowning slightly, Zhuang Xiaoyuan glanced at Wen Hui suspiciously, struggling to do it with his sore body.

"Don't get up, don't move like this, you've been having a fever, you know, it's better to rest more and lie down for a while. I'll go and prepare food for you. You must be hungry. Holding down Zhuang Xiaoyuan's shoulders to prevent her from getting up, Wen Hui removed her legs from under Zhuang Xiaoyuan's head, and put the pillow she had found in the backyard of the medical hall behind Zhuang Xiaoyuan's head, before standing up and turning to leave.

"Xiaohui, don't you know how to cook, will the food you prepare poison me?" Taking the slightly tired expression on Wen Hui's face into his eyes, Zhuang Xiaoyuan cheered up and shouted loudly. Being able to joke means that she has begun to recover, and Wen Hui can also feel at ease.

"Don't worry, I won't be able to eat you." Turning her head and smiling slightly, Wen Hui walked into the backyard of the medical hall, and only walked back a few minutes later with a steaming small bowl. Although the city is completely abandoned and in a state of ruins, there is also a running water supply unexpectedly, and there are actually some induction cookers with their own power supply in the backyard of the medical hall, which allows Zhuang Xiaoyuan to eat hot things at this time. Well, hot stuff, it's not a delicious food.

"Can you eat it yourself? Or am I going to feed you? Walking back with a small bowl, Wen Hui asked while helping Zhuang Xiaoyuan sit up.

"I'm coming by myself, how old are they, do I still need someone to feed me?" Reaching out and 'grabbing' the small bowl in Wen Hui's hand, Zhuang Xiaoyuan looked down at the bowl: "This is really something that can't eat the dead." ”

Seeing the things in the bowl, Zhuang Xiaoyuan only felt the black lines on his head, although it was Wen Hui's kindness, it was indeed a wise choice to eat some hot soup just after the fever was reduced, but the taste of this thing was really difficult to guarantee, I saw that there was a layer of rice rice floating in the bowl at this time, but Zhuang Xiaoyuan could see at a glance that this was definitely not rice rice, this was completely something that was soaked in hot water and soaked out.

The crisp and refreshing biscuits completely melted away after being soaked in hot water, turning into sticky powder, and the bowl still had a faint biscuit aroma. Although the fragrance smells fine, but this smell.

Although it was not to the point where it was difficult to swallow, it was still difficult for the mouth that was nurtured by his transformation ability to accept this strange taste of food, but seeing Wen Hui's eyes shining at him, Zhuang Xiaoyuan could only pour it all into his mouth in one breath.

"Well, it's much more comfortable. Xiaohui, have you eaten? Swallowing the strange-tasting food in his throat, although it didn't taste very good, but there was something in his stomach as if the soreness in his body had been relieved a lot, Zhuang Xiaoyuan opened his mouth and asked Wen Hui.

"I'm going to eat it." While answering Zhuang Xiaoyuan, Wen Hui had already opened her carry-on package, took out a small packet of biscuits, picked up a piece and ate it: "Xiaoyuan, do you still want it?" ”

"No, no. Speaking of which, where are we now? Seeing the biscuits handed over by Wen Hui, Zhuang Xiaoyuan smelled the same smell as the bowl before, I'm afraid it was also brewed with this kind of biscuit before, Zhuang Xiaoyuan shook his head and continued to ask after refusing.

"I don't know, I'm already here when I wake up, and Madoka doesn't have a clue?" While nibbling on the biscuit in her hand, Wen Hui asked rhetorically after answering.

"Me? I remember that I was still facing the emperor-level evil god before, and I have no memory after seeing you trapped by him, but I had a long dream, and in the dream I was so powerful that I beat the evil god all over the peach blossoms, haha. Speaking of his dream, Zhuang Xiaoyuan himself felt very incredible, he didn't expect that he would still have such absurd fantasies now, how could he suddenly appear with the same red magic pattern as the evil god, wouldn't this become an evil god, this dream is also weird enough.

"Alas, you don't have any memories of the future, so what should I do? I don't know where this is, it looks like an abandoned city, but there is no clue about which one at all, and your car is broken, how do we get out? Hearing Zhuang Xiaoyuan's answer, Wen Hui sighed helplessly, and suddenly lost her appetite. Zhuang Xiaoyuan's recovery made Wen Hui very happy, but now there are countless difficulties in front of the two, and they really can't be happy easily.

"Abandoned city? My car broke down? So...... What about our food in the future? Noticing the information that Wen Hui said, Zhuang Xiaoyuan immediately thought of the biggest difficulty that the two of them were about to face.

"No, there are so many." Wen Hui silently handed the small packet of biscuits she had put away to Zhuang Xiaoyuan.

"......" looked at the small bag in front of him that was not even the size of his palm, and Zhuang Xiaoyuan fell into silence. Hey, hey, we finally escaped death at the hands of the evil gods and demons, we won't starve to death like this.

"That's right, Xiaohui. You said my car broke down, where is my car now? There should be food on board. After a moment of silence, Zhuang Xiaoyuan's eyes suddenly lit up, thinking of the food in his car, although the car was broken, but as long as the food was fine, it was a surprise for the two of them at this time.

"The food in the car? The cargo box of your car is gone, when it was attacked by the Digger-level demon before. Tilting her head in confusion, Wen Hui was sure that there was no shadow of the cargo box around the car.

"It's not the cargo box on the back, aren't there a lot of things stuffed behind our seats, have you taken those things out?" Waving his hand to signal that he was not talking about the cargo box again, Zhuang Xiaoyuan asked with a faint expression of hope on his face.

"yes, I forgot, there's still one there, so I'll look for it first." As she spoke, Wen Hui turned around and was about to run out. It's still the same as always.

"Wait a minute, I'll go too." Feeling that his body was not as sore as before, and his strength had recovered a little, Zhuang Xiaoyuan turned over and jumped off the bench and walked out. (To be continued.) Fupin Chinese