he is from ancient times

The last days respect the strong, and with Ji Rongzhi's absolute strength, his reputation has been raised to an unprecedented height.The people at the bottom of Riding the Wind and Breaking the Waves, anyone who has experienced his guidance will become his support group in seconds.

In less than a month, wherever Ji Rongzhi went, there would be crowds watching and saluting, welcoming people and worshippers. . .Anyway, Mr. Ji's popularity has remained high, and has a tendency to continue to climb.

Xie Huan looked at the grand occasion below through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and joked, "Young Master Feng, you're already a thing of the past."

"To each other." Feng Yang chuckled, "Let's hug each other to keep warm and look for some comfort."

"It's unbelievable. With Mr. Ji, Young Master Feng can tell cold jokes." Xie Huan took a sip of his wine and lazily sighed: "You are indeed the most enviable and hated Young Master Feng. Jiang Shan, the right hand beauty."

"What are you sour about?" Feng Yang snorted coldly.

"Lonely, the night is long, and I don't want to sleep." Xie Huan giggled.

Feng Yang raised his eyebrows, "Didn't I give that black boy to you?"

"Don't mention it, that little thing is like a black fly, buzzing, buzzing, making me want to crush him to death." Xie Huan covered his head, remembering Tian Xiaoyou's chattering appearance, immediately put on an unbearable appearance, "Are you still taking him back?"

"Don't even think about it," Feng Yang snorted, "The person who sent it out, the water that was thrown out."

"Oh, you've done it yourself." Xie Huan shook his head and sighed, then took a sip of his wine and didn't speak any more.

The two quietly looked at the bustling crowd below. Feng Yang's thoughts were all on Mr. Ji, who was so beautiful and radiant, while Xie Huan's thoughts had already drifted to a place far away.Now he has to sigh that the choice back then was really right.

After a while, Ruan Xiang came in with a letter: "Hey, it's broad daylight, you guys are lazy here."

"What's that in your hand?" Xie Huan squinted at him and yawned big.

"It hasn't been opened yet, the letter from Beihuang." Ruan Xiang handed over the letter and said.

"Beihuang?" Feng Yang raised his eyebrows, took it, opened it, glanced roughly, and saw the signer, "The gas station is full of cows."

Ruan Xiang raised his eyebrows, and leaned forward to take a look, "Gas station? Is it the gas station that Tian Xiaoyou said was robbed?"

"What does it say?" Xie Huan became a little interested when he heard that it was Heizi's hometown.

"Besieged by mutated scorpions, ask for help." Feng Yang looked solemn, and asked in doubt: "The water far away can't quench the near thirst, and Beihuang is the closest to Xuanbei, why instead ask us for help?"

"I'm also very puzzled. In fact, they didn't ask other bases for help at all. Otherwise, there would have been movement in Xuanbei." Ruan Xiang said.

"Well, it's really strange," Xie Huan pondered, and asked, "Will there be fraud?"

Ruan Xiang shook his head, "It doesn't look like it."

Feng Yang thought for a while and said, "Xiangzi, call everyone together for a meeting."

Not long after, everyone rushed to the meeting room.

Tian Xiaoyou read the letter and said: "Earlier, there were other small bugs in the desert, but they were not as powerful as the mutated scorpions, and then they were eaten up by the scorpions. The mutated scorpions upgrade so fast, I don't know how many there are in the wasteland." People have entered their stomachs."

Xie Huan frowned and said with a smile: "So you mean, this letter is true?"

"Hey, brother Huan, what did he send the fake letter for?" Tian Xiaoyou smiled and raised his head, "Are you setting up a trap to catch people? I don't even think about who we are here, the invincible Mr. Ji, Young Master Feng with an eighth-level supernatural power, Brother Huan who is resourceful, Brother Xing who is elusive, and us..."

Ruan Xiang shook his head and made a stop gesture, "Okay, okay, stop, are you going to flatter everyone here?"

"A villain with a flattering beard." Amuro said with a proud face, hmph, I haven't even mentioned how powerful the young master is.

"Since I received the distress letter, there is no reason not to help." Fatty Sun studied the letter several times carefully and said.

"Yes, Brother Feng, the base will continue to expand. Appropriately demonstrating strength will also help improve the cohesion of the people." Lin Caiwei also agreed.

Feng Yang nodded and said, "Let's vote."

After some discussion, no matter whether it was true or not, everyone decided to take a trip to the Northern Wilderness.

On the day of departure, the news that Luo Suiying and others got it from did not know where it came from, and it also appeared.

Luo Suiying asked Feng Yang in private: "Do you know that man named Man?"

Feng Yang shook his head, "No, when I arrived in Beihuang, that gas station had already been destroyed."

Luo Suiying raised her eyebrows and asked, "Tell me, why didn't you ask for help in your previous life?"

"Then you have to ask him." Feng Yang chuckled.

"That's right," Luo Suiying nodded, a smile appeared on Wen Run's face, and reminded: "Then let's see you in Xuanbei."

Feng Yang was surprised, "Are you going back to Xuanbei?"

"Hey, if the news is confirmed to be true, it is impossible for Xuanbei to sit still because of such a big incident in Beihuang." Luo Suiying looked at the slightly deserted morning with a solemn expression, "After all, the possibility of those scorpions crawling to Xuanbei Pretty big."

"That's true." Feng Yang nodded and frowned, "However, how do you know I'm going through Xuanbei?"

"Why, are you still planning to leave Mingyue Island?" Luo Suiying smiled, "The little friction between you and Yan Qing is known to the entire Hua Kingdom."

"Hmph, boring." Feng Yang snorted coldly.

Saving people is like fighting a fire, and there is no delay.

Riding the wind and breaking the waves almost dispatched all the helicopters and rushed to the gas station at the fastest speed.Because Tian Xiaoyou, who has a good memory, guided the way, they successfully found their destination in the unrecognizable Beihuang.

The gas station, which was almost buried in yellow sand, could no longer see its original appearance. There was only a huge earthen wall in the center of the dilapidated wall. There were black dirt and broken limbs everywhere inside and outside the wall.

Large and small holes were buried in the yellow sand, and mutated scorpions could be seen wriggling in mid-air. The strange thing was that the scorpions didn't stay on the surface, but instead worked hard to dig holes and drill down.

Fatty Sun looked through the binoculars for a long time, but he couldn't see anything except yellow sand. "Look at this posture, are there any living people?"

"The scorpions are digging holes," Feng Yang pointed to the holes of different shapes on the ground, and said, "There is a basement under the gas station."

"The basement?" Tian Xiaoyou was surprised, he laughed and said, "Young Master Feng is really well-informed."

Heh, in the previous life, after being forced into the basement, he was put to death and reborn, awakening another ability.Feng Yang hooked the corner of his mouth and ordered: "Find a suitable docking place first."

Considering the movement of the helicopter is not small, the stop point is still some distance from the gas station.

When the helicopter landed, a mutated scorpion dormant in the yellow sand suddenly appeared. Its long claws cut through the bottom of the helicopter and stabbed in from below.Fortunately, Qu Guangcong activated the absolute defense in time to avoid the bloodshed.

The violent noise alarmed many mutated scorpions nearby, and everyone joined in the cleanup ranks by coincidence.It took a full half a day to barely settle in Beihuang.

After everyone had assembled, Feng Yang said: "Feng and his party will take us down to have a look first, and the rest will stay put and stand by."

In the dark basement, the scarred man with a tired face was smoking a cigarette slowly, his face was very calm, he didn't look like someone who was experiencing life hanging by a thread.

"Ahem..." The tattooed man approached, and pulled out the cigarette stick from his dirty hand, "Stop smoking, this place is airtight, crowded with people, it's choking."

"Big Tiger, are you afraid?" The man with the scar curled his mouth, but his eyes were filled with stagnant water.

"Heh, what are you afraid of?" The tattooed man sneered.

"For the scorpion's dinner." The man with the scar patted the sand on his hand and joked.

"Tch, the scorpion is eating your flesh and drinking your blood here, and your head is watching on the other side, that scene, tsk tsk," the tattooed man gestured a few times and smiled, "But think about it from another angle, this It was a very different kind of funeral, too."

"In the past, I always said that I have lived enough, I have lived enough. When I am really about to die, looking back on this life, it seems that I have lived in vain." The man with the scar murmured.

"It's inappropriate for you to say that," the tattooed man shook his head. "When the old man died, the Northern Wilderness became a mess. At that time, it was easy to eliminate zombies, but the most difficult survival problem came from the people close to us."

"At that time, hunger was our greatest enemy. When people who were crazy about hunger began to sharpen their knives against their relatives and friends, you stood up and established this gas station. It can be said that without you, there would have been only The next piece of yellow sand."

The man with the scar stretched his waist, and said with a smile: "According to the situation at that time, there would be others without me. What flows in the bones of people in the wasteland is the drive to not accept fate."

The tattooed man shook his head and sneered, "Hey, anyway, the person who stood up happened to be your big brother, not someone else."

The man with the scar smiled when he heard the words, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "Forget it, what's the use of talking about it now? The scorpion is almost eating away the outer iron sheet."

The tattooed man sighed, his eyes mixed with light and dark, "I don't know if the letter has been sent? If there is no accident, at this time, the convoy should have successfully arrived at Riding the Wind and the Waves."

The man with the scar joked: "We are not familiar with Riding the Wind and Breaking the Waves, so maybe they won't talk to us at all."

Hearing this, the tattooed man glared at him, "As an afterthought, why didn't you ask Xuanbei for help?"

The man with the scar waved his hand and said with a smile: "We resell high-priced oil next door to their base. Over the years, there are not [-] people cheated, but there are [-], right? Count with your fingers, Xuanbei can be named Family, which other family have we not offended?"

The tattooed man snorted coldly, "Hmph, if I knew today, why bother?"

"If I knew today, I have to do what needs to be done." Amidst the rumbling sound of chiseling the wall, the man with the scar remained as calm as before, as if there was nothing to panic about. Some banditry is inevitable."