Returning From Level 900

The group soon came to the "big city".

The so-called big city is really just a bigger city.

The actual level of dilapidation is no different from that of the village.

Only there is a big stone house in the center of the city, which looks a bit sturdy.

Wang Wen led the crowd to the road in front of the stone house.

The woman introduced that this should be the only residence of a high-ranking official in the city.

It seems to be some degraded prince.

I don't go out on weekdays.

The guards were heavily guarded and no one dared to approach.

Those refugees who were in trouble from the famine wanted to rob them, but were killed by soldiers in the big house with arrows and crossbows.

Over time, no one dared to play the idea of ​​this house anymore.

Wang Wen looked at the weapon exposed in the hole in the high wall of the house in front of him, and nodded.

Next to him, Zhu Xingguo saw Master's wink and stepped forward to knock on the door.

Immediately, a long arrow and a short crossbow flew straight towards him.

Zhu Xingguo took out a heavy-duty alloy anti-theft door that was only used in a precious vault that was dismantled from nowhere and placed it on his head.

All kinds of arrows hit the door and even the door skin couldn't be broken, and it broke in the middle.

The soldiers shooting arrows on the wall were dumbfounded.

One by one screamed.

The villagers who were "following Lord Devil" in the rear also croaked excitedly when they saw that the Lord made an extraordinary move.

The screams from both sides attracted many people in the city who still had the strength to walk around to watch the excitement.

Sure enough, it is human instinct to watch the fun.

Even if I'm starving to death, I can't change it.

Zhu Xingguo, wearing a heavy-duty anti-theft door, walked to the front of the room amid a clattering sound, and knocked on the door politely.

I thought no one would answer.

But I heard a thick baritone voice inside: "Who is coming? Why?"

Zhu Xingguo looked back at Wang Wen.

He shouted to the door with a loud voice: "My master wants to discuss things with your manager!"

Baritone: "Your Highness is ill, and I will not see you! Please come back."

"Hey!" Zhu Xingguo smashed the door as soon as he got angry.

Wang Wen's voice came from behind: "It doesn't matter, they will come out on their own, let's take care of us first."

Zhu Xingguo kicked the door angrily.

He turned around and walked back to Wang Wen.

Wang Wen looked around.

Roughly counted the number of people who came to watch the fun.

He said to the woman: "You are in charge of the overall situation, and let the villagers group into groups, roughly ten people in a group. Everyone cooks rice and cooks porridge for the refugees in the whole city!"

The villagers who heard this were stunned.

Even more surprised than the onlookers.

They really can't figure out how there is such a "devil" in the world?

Giving food with great fanfare just to receive servants?

Not to mention that the porridge is distributed on the spot, even if everyone only distributes a handful of rotten leaves, there will be a lot of people crying and shouting to be servants!

Is it still a "devil" to do this?

Wouldn't it be a bit derelict to be a "devil" like this?

The villagers couldn't figure it out.

The woman was very calm.

She was already shocked.

Now my mind is very simple, as long as there is food to eat, I don't care what Lord "Devil" wants to do, and I will listen to him in rebellion!

She got to work quickly.

Carefully select and separate from the villagers those who can cook.

The rest are evenly grouped according to their strength, with "chef" as the core.

Some people are specially responsible for setting the pot and burning the fire, and some people are specially responsible for maintaining order.

Some people chop wood to get the ingredients, and some pour water to cook porridge.

The division of labor is clear and reasonable.

Wang Wen was very satisfied, and gave a "jelly bean" to the little black boy who was shaking his fingers at his feet.

[Daluo Good Fortune Pill].

With the team's current resource reserves, this kind of common item on the 150th floor is really similar to jelly beans, and no one has eaten it for a long time.

After leaving a record with Zhu Xingguo, he didn't copy much, and Wang Wen brought a few with him to play with.

Now the woman's performance made him satisfied, and it was also a good thing to reward the child at will.

The child licked it curiously.

After all, it is what Wang Wen used as "jelly beans" to eat.

It tastes really good.

He smiled and pushed the medicine pill into his mouth and bit it.

The elixir broke open in the child's mouth like a chocolate bean, and slowly turned into a sweet juice that flowed into the throat.

The child suddenly felt that the pain in the joints of the hands and feet that was still in pain was relieved a lot.

He stood up tremblingly.

Crooked head twisted buttocks.

It seems that I have returned to the good times in my memory when my body was not sore and my stomach was not hungry.

The woman who was busy commanding the villagers in the distance saw this scene.

Couldn't help wiping away the tears.

Then work harder.

The onlookers at first had no idea what was going on.

Until I saw Zhu Xingguo digging out food in large piles.

Then they were led away by a group of people, and they were thrown into the cauldrons that were neatly arranged vertically and horizontally.

They are crazy.

food! ! !

There is something to eat! ! !

Go! Grab it! Eat!

Everyone stopped watching, pushing and crowding, burying their heads and rushing to the pot.

Although the villagers responsible for maintaining order are not very strong, at least they have just had enough to eat not long ago.

Coupled with the fact that they are all strong men carefully selected by women, the formation of a human wall can barely block the crazy crowd.

Too bad the villagers forgot about it.

I used to be so desperate when I saw food.

It didn't take long for the wall of strong men to block, and a hole was opened by the crazy crowd.

The first refugee who entered was screaming like a lottery winner and pounced on the nearest cauldron, so fast that his hair flew up.

Subsequently.

He was stomped on the ground by Mo Ran.

Life and death do not know.

Mo Ran casually put on red-patterned gloves on a white background, loosened his muscles and joints, and hooked his fingers towards the crowd: "Come here if you are not afraid of death."

Who cares about the crazy hungry crowd.

He rushed straight towards the cauldrons.

Mo Ran nodded.

He waved his hand and grabbed the nearest person and threw him into the sky.

The man flew in the sky for three or four seconds, and finally landed far outside the crowd. The melodious screams stopped as the parabola landed.

Followed by seven or eight people flying.

Howling to the ground, the sound braked sharply.

After a few more flights.

The crowd calmed down.

Obviously the pot is right in front of you, but you can't get close.

They are all sad.

It's a pity that in addition to the strong man's retaining wall, there is a vicious spirit guarding the food.

There is no food to eat.

Simply the devil!

The crowd cried in grief.

There are those who plead, and there are those who curse.

There are more nonsense roars.

Wang Wen walked unhurriedly into the air, and said condescendingly to the terrified crowd: "Sorry, we are devils, and we can't eat food for nothing."

The frightened crowd spread out, for fear that the "devil" in the air would fall and hit him.

A bold person asked aloud: "If you don't eat for nothing, what are you going to do? Are you rebelling? As long as there is food to eat, I will listen to you!"

Wang Wen's body crooked and almost fell.

He silently looked at the group of people below who were wholeheartedly waiting to follow him in rebellion~www.wuxiaspot.com~ reluctantly reiterated: "It's not a rebellion, or you have eaten my food and are my servants, what do I say to you? It must be executed, no objection is allowed, and violators will be executed!"

The crowd froze.

The scene was silent for a while as if frozen.

Wang Wen thought that he was too strict, and explained in a slow tone: "Actually, this is the first violation."

"Crash!!"

The crowd below boiled.

Cheering like a festival.

After a while, a voice like "Long live the devil" was extremely disrespectful to the ruler of the world.

Some people laughed and shouted half-deadly: "What do you think it is! So I'm just a servant! There are still such good things in the world. As long as there is food, there are more than a dozen people in my family, father, mother, wife and children. Even their Lord did all the masters of the adult hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.