It's like a zombie raised by a sorcerer. k update

They slowly crawled over. Towards the barrel where the meal was served.

It is said that there is wine today and drunk today. They are the same.

There is food to eat, there is panting.

What about running out of wine?

No food?

It can be seen that the situation of such people is the same. If there is wine, you can drink it, whether he is dead or alive in the Ming Dynasty, whether there is wine or not? If there is wine in the Ming Dynasty, he will also be drunk.

How depressed. It's no different from death.

It is no longer important whether you live or die, let alone the life and death of others, the survival of morality?

The wooden spoon that had fallen to the ground was picked up by one hand.

How sad.

The people around looked at this person silently, and some people stared blankly at the food.

Shen Yuanying picked up a wooden spoon and wiped it on the hem of his clothes, which were wet. The wooden spoon first reached for the rice bucket, scooped a full bowl of rice, and then to the vegetable bucket. A whole spoonful of pork dishes is buttoned up, and the rice bowl is sharp. Not even the richness of pouring a spoonful of vegetable soup.

Shen Yuanying's lips were white, his cheeks were red, and his forehead was covered with sweat. Slowly stood up.

However, this bowl of rice was not given to Shen Long.

Shen Yuanying held the rice bowl. Leaves dropped along the way. Broth. From the corner of the lobby, cross the other side. The Shen family coveted him. Everyone was watching him.

Shen Yuanying didn't walk fast, and his right foot was still a little lame. The wound on his right leg has festered.

The deputy's hood also turned with Shen Yuanying's figure. Shen Yuanying was about to leave his sight. The deputy hurriedly stepped forward. Take a step.

But stopped.

He shouted, "What are you looking at?! Some people don't eat quickly!"

The Shen family lowered their dull gaze. Divide the meal with your hands. In the hall, the sound of porcelain bowls, the beating of wooden spoons, and the sound of food scooping. Silence.

The sound of wooden stairs hidden in the dark on the right side of the lobby. The slight pressure is exceptionally clear.

Shen Yuanying held the rice bowl and stepped on the second floor step by step. Lame, feverish, walking slowly step by step, without stopping.

On the second floor, looking down at the lobby, Zhong Li Po was standing there.

Black brocade robe. Neat.

Shen Yuanying's slightly dark skin was dull, he hadn't been cleaned for a long time, his clothes were stained with mud, and the hem of his clothes was all wet with oil. Mottled smudges piece by piece.

Shen Yuanying's eyes were weak, and he looked directly at Zhong Lipo.

Zhong Lipo was undoubtedly too superior at this time. It's like a prince and nobleman with fine clothes and food.

The sound of the hall faded away. The crowd gradually raised their heads and looked to the second floor.

The deputy did not shout. The deputy looked to the second floor.

Shen Yuanying stopped. He stopped one step in front of Zhongli Po. Straighten out your arms.

The sharp rice bowl was held in front of Zhong Lipo's eyes. Slightly viscous vegetable broth drips slowly. Shed Shen Yuanying's hand, and then dripped it on the ground with the back of his hand.

Zhongli Po laughed. Look at him.

It's like the first time they met.

Shen Long slowly opened his eyes, and looked up to the second floor with his not very clear yellow eyes, panting slightly.

Zhong Lipo observed him. His opponents. Although Shen Yuanying was seriously injured, he was still an opponent.

Only when this person is dead will he not be an opponent.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Lipo was still the first to speak. He expects Shen Yuanying to speak, and the opponent is most likely to expose weaknesses in conversation. Although Shen Yuanying was weak, Zhong Lipo needed to assess him accurately. Zhong Lipo is adventurous.

But he doesn't like to risk his life.

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This dangerous person stood in front of him, and he was not completely sure how he could let his guard down?

The opponent's eyes were still like eagles. Even if an eagle has lost its feathers, like a melon, it is still just a songbird.

Songbirds do not turn into eagles.

Eagles don't turn into dogs either.

Forever.