People Are in the Great Antiquity Times, Just Become the Emperor of Heaven

Shen Ling and Gangzi are also looking at He Yang in front of them. This kid is really too young, he looks only sixteen or seventeen years old—could it be that he has awakened his abilities?But Shen Ling replied politely: "Hello, we are the expedition team who came out to collect supplies from the nearby survivor camp. Since there has been a lot of movement here, let's come and take a look. .”

"Oh... I just awakened my supernatural ability... so I accidentally collapsed the house. Fortunately, all the residents in this building have already disappeared, otherwise I would have committed a great crime." He Yang was cautious. , chose to tell a little lie.

wake up?Awakening you kid, what the hell is it that you caused the revival of the spiritual energy in this world, why did you let this awakening ability...

"So that's the case." Shen Ling nodded, and began to solicit He Yang: "Little brother, have you always lived here by yourself?"

"Yes, my parents died since I was a child, and I have been living in the Ou Runjin Orphanage in Linshi..." He Yang did not lie, he was indeed in such a situation.

Shen Ling's motherhood erupted all of a sudden, and she looked at He Yang with less guard.

I thought to myself, well, how bad can a high school student in his teens be?

She was totally wrong about this. Animals don't distinguish between young and old... Some children become vicious, and their behavior is heinous.

But then again, many people think that the Minor 〇〇 Protection Law protects these little beasts, but it is not the case. The Minor Protection 〇 Law does protect the rights and interests of minors. It is actually the Criminal Law that stipulates the age limit for criminal responsibility. .

Criminal Law: Hey, can't you think of it?

Far away.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Shen Ling. I have awakened the power of wind. He is Wei Gang...well, an ordinary person." Shen Ling introduced herself.

"My name is He Yang, a Qi refiner." He Yang is really not a liar, he can only tell the truth.

It's not a lie, the quasi-sages in the prehistoric world all call themselves Qi refiners... For example, Yun Xiao often calls himself a Qi refiner of Sanxian Island.

"What is a Qi refiner?" Wei Gang asked curiously.

"It's just... a bit like cultivating immortals." The corners of He Yang's mouth twitched. When he was in school, he just learned that a man named Wei Gang in history—the one in Maoguo named Ma Kemu was the one who joined forces with a certain marshal to announce that Ba 〇 was The big brother of the open city.

As for whether to fortify or not, after all, no one can occupy Li before Mao surrenders, can't they?

He Yang always thinks about this strong sense of sight.

"Okay." Shen Ling only thought that he was unwilling to tell the truth—look, to tell the truth, no one would believe that he was a Qi refiner, but someone would believe someone who lied about the awakening ability. Life is so difficult.

"Since little brother He Yang lives alone, how about taking this opportunity to join our camp?" Shen Ling tried to recruit talents for the camp.

"This..." He Yang didn't know what to do—he had no concept of cultivation, and he didn't know what realm he was in so far, so he was still a little wary of these people.

Who knows if they have any evil intentions?

But the big sister named Shen Ling in front of her looks really gentle, why don't you... believe them once?

"Don't worry, little brother He. If you're not satisfied with the camp, you can just leave. No one will stop you." Shen Ling continued to persuade, her words were persuasive: "There are still many good-looking single big sisters in our camp—"

The innocent He Yang blushed instantly, waved his hands and stammered, "Ah...don't don't...I'm telling big sister...uh, don't say that."

"Eh? Brother He doesn't like big sister?" Shen Ling tilted her head and looked at He Yang: "If you don't like big sister, there is a little sister who is about the same age as you—"

"Don't be like this!" He Yang was so shy that the hairs on his head turned up: "I'm not this kind of person!"

"Little brother He is shy..." Shen Ling smiled meaningfully.

He Yang quickly changed the subject: "Don't just say it's useless, you came out this time, did you find supplies?"

Shen Ling's eyes dimmed in an instant: "No, the supplies here have been searched, and I really couldn't find anything to eat for a while... Sigh, I'm going back empty-handed again this time."

Chapter 8 Are you the bucket of rice next to the Emperor of Heaven?

Having said this, Shen Ling staggered.

Xia Jiba just awakened the ability and used it. She hadn't eaten for a day, but now it's good, from starvation to dim eyesight.

"Sister Ling! What's wrong with you?" Wei Gang quickly supported Shen Ling.

"It's nothing serious, it's just that I'm a little hungry." Shen Ling smiled, but she could barely hold herself still.

In this post-apocalyptic environment, eating is a relatively luxurious thing.

While speaking, the surrounding zombies rushed to this side again.

"This is not a place to talk, let's hide in the room over there for a while before we talk about it." Although Shen Ling has awakened the supernatural power, Shen Ling is still cautious—a person of her own age has nothing to eat, and the little one in front of her may be even worse. It's malnutrition, the child looks thin, like a stick...

Coincidentally, there were no traces of zombies in the other building, so they randomly found a house to go in to hide, and there was a carton of milk in front of them.

Wei Gang opened a box, oh, the smell of yoghurt came over his face, and he couldn't drink it.

Searching around in the room, there is indeed no food.The food that can be eaten is either broken, or taken away by the owner of the house when he fled, so where will it be left for them?

At this time, He Yang quietly walked into the kitchen with a pile of food.

Shen Ling and the two were still discussing where to find some food to bring back to the camp. They didn't notice He Yang's movements at all until they smelled a strong fragrance.

The two looked at each other and rushed into the kitchen.

He Yang in front of him was frying luncheon meat, with fresh rye toast and canned pickled fat meat on the side. This was Mao Zi’s polar military rations, which the lost little book boy gave Li Er and his team when they purchased the military rations. Yes, it is said to taste pretty good.

Sitting on the gas stove beside it was a canned dace in black bean sauce that was exuding aroma. Mixed with the fragrance of toast bread, the two of them were salivating.

"This is...brother...what is this?" Wei Gang swallowed heavily, he couldn't remember the last time he ate these things, two years ago?Maybe, since the end of the world, it seems that he hasn't eaten such a "rich" meal.

It is indeed very rich. I used to drink porridge every day and use chopsticks to sip salt for dinner.

"Food, did Brother Wei Gang hallucinate from hunger?" He Yang used chopsticks and shovels to turn over the luncheon meat in the pot one by one.

"Where did you get it?" Wei Gang went up to smell the bread, but didn't eat it.