Doomsday tour

The car continued to drive forward. Zhu Heming couldn't put it down while playing with the equipment he just looted. The heavy responsibility of driving was handed over to Rong Zijie, who had been driving for less than half an hour. that way.

"Going to live in the settlement in front?" Zuo Qingyan asked.

"You better not drag me if you want to go to the robber's den." Rong Zijie replied coldly.

"Ah... So that's the den of robbers." Zuo Qingyan obviously never thought about the origin of this group of robbers before.

His usual lack of brain cells made Rong Zijie feel no discomfort at all. It would be strange if this guy could figure it out beforehand.

"Then sleep in the open tonight. Return the sleeping bag to me." Rong Zijie held the steering wheel with one hand and stretched out his hand in front of Zuo Qingyan to ask for the sleeping bag. He met the group of men in black with unknown origins before, and his sleeping bag ran out of energy. Being stuffed into his Qiankun bag by Zuo Qingyan, this guy obviously pretended to be confused with understanding, and looked like he had forgotten.At this moment, there should be some canned rice and pork in his Qiankun bag, and the possibility of getting the food back... Rong Zijie no longer considered it.

It was getting dark, and Rong Zijie drove his car to a gas station that had been robbed of its oil and parked it. The four of them got out of the car and ransacked the gas station that had been looted countless times. Even if there is no bed board left!

So the four of them had no choice but to do as usual, Rong Zijie replaced the sleeping bag with an energy crystal nucleus (the kind produced by the parent planet), but he wanted to replace it with a zombie crystal nucleus, but the instrument couldn't recognize it.Tu Fei has been sitting quietly by the wall, swallowing the Guiyuan Pill to recover his aura and practicing slowly, Zhu Heming stared at Tu Fei with resentment for the robbed pill, and finally silently took care of the fairy in the Mushengjie ring The grass is gone.

"Do you want me to help?" Zuo Qingyan stepped forward and asked.

Zhu Heming nodded, and pressed the hand wearing Mu Shengjie to Zuo Qingyan's.

For a moment, Zuo Qingyan's spiritual consciousness seemed to be completely absorbed by this magic weapon, and when he opened his eyes, he found that there were several medicine gardens in front of him instead of a gas station.

"Here." Zhu Heming stood side by side with him, pointing to the medicine garden, "Most of these are spirit herbs for refining Guiyuan Dan, and there are also some fairy herbs that can be used to refine cold marrow scales, bisui pills, Tian Lingzi, Qing Yun Dan... It's a pity that I can only refine the third episode of Kuqing Dan in the seven episodes of alchemy—now it may be difficult because of the limited materials." Zhu Heming was a little disappointed, the fairy grass in the wood life world was still in his Xuan The precious fairy grasses that were in charge of cultivating when Master Ling was around were all in the medicine garden under the strict control of the sect, and he was not allowed to intervene, so naturally they didn't have any on hand.

"What am I going to do? Loosen the soil and catch insects for these fairy grasses?" Zuo Qingyan scratched his head and asked.

"Does the grass jelly you plant grow worms?" Zhu Heming gave him a disdainful look.

"...I also planted some other things, such as man-eating flowers, I forgot for a moment." Zuo Qingyan said with a dry laugh.

His dumb needs worms, and there were so many bugs when they were first planted, he took a pair of chopsticks and picked them out one by one and fed them to dumb to eat.This piranha flower was produced somehow by a senior when he was studying hybridization in Sanxiu Valley - Zuo Qingyan suspected that he mixed animals and plants together to produce such a carnivorous plant.

Ah-Dai is very disobedient and likes to bite Zuo Qingyan, but Zuo Qingyan has raised it for so many years and is reluctant to throw it away. Yan sent some spiritual power to it, and it immediately jumped up and down.He didn't know why this plant was so strange. A normal plant would wither as soon as it stopped sending spiritual power, but it would only degenerate back to a seed state when its spiritual power was drained.

"What are you thinking, work quickly." Zhu Heming tugged at Zuo Qingyan, and dragged him to the medicine garden to help.

Zuo Qingyan's total amount of spiritual power was small, and in layman's terms, he was Lan Shao. He gave Xian Miao'er spiritual power one by one, and soon his spiritual power ran out.Zhu Heming muttered: It's not economical.It's better to pour a few Guiyuan Pills from the small porcelain bottle and let Zuo Qingyan take it and meditate to recover his spiritual power.

The nourished grass jelly was green and shiny, and the branches and leaves seemed to be full of energy. Zhu Heming went up to check their activity, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

"That's right, it's just that you have too little spiritual power. It stands to reason that the total spiritual power of a cultivator at the golden core stage is not so deficient." Zhu Heming said.

"I don't know. Anyway, I only have so much. It's slow to save and quick to use. Yujian can only fly a stick of incense." Zuo Qingyan looked a little lost, and said dejectedly with his head down.Zhu Heming patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, but this guy raised his head with another smile on his face, "But it's enough to grow some food, you see."

He held a handful of peanuts in his hand.

"Do you want to try it?"

"... I finally know what a hopelessly poor, good-for-nothing optimist is."

Zuo Qingyan peeled the peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth and said without any pressure, "Of course, I am like this."

"Hurry up and practice!" Zhu Heming dragged Zuo Qingyan by his sleeve and pulled Zuo Qingyan out of the Wood Life Realm. The scene in front of him flickered, and the two returned to the gas station.It was just that the spiritual consciousness entered the wood life world, and the two of them just stared blankly for a while in the eyes of others.

"Cultivation, tsk, how boring." Now no one threatens him to practice hard without giving him food, and with the external environment restrictions, Zuo Qingyan will meditate except when his spiritual power is exhausted, and eat in a daze at other times Eating, not doing business all day.On the other hand, Tu Fei, who is also a cultivator, basically spends his whole day meditating to gather spiritual energy, even if the spiritual energy is so thin now.

It was getting dark, and Tu Fei got some wooden boards to light a fire. Zhu Heming set up a small formation near the gas station, and also contributed a pot to cook some mushroom soup—the mushrooms were picked from the dead wood in the wood world. of.

Zuo Qingyan kindly provided a can of pork, and asked Rong Zijie: "This is yours, and I have to pay the commission you gave me."

Rong Zijie sighed: "It seems that all my food is with you."

"No way, you obviously have something private, don't think I don't know that you exchanged rice for crystal nuclei in the previous strongholds." Zuo Qingyan retorted.

"...You have 33 canned pork from me, so let's count it as your monthly commission." Rong Zijie didn't expect to snatch the food any more, so he had no choice but to advance those canned pork to Zuo Qingyan as commission in advance.

Satisfied, Zuo Qingyan poked a hole roughly with his "Vajra Finger", lifted the lid of the can, and poured the meat into the mushroom soup.

"Is this how you usually open cans?" Zhu Heming was dumbfounded.

"How else can it be opened? There is no seam in this thing." Zuo Qingyan asked suspiciously.

Rong Zijie thought to himself that he referred to the shape of canned food on the earth and asked the factory on the mother planet to produce it according to this model so that he could sell it on the earth. He even thoughtfully brought a lot of can openers for bundling sales, but unfortunately the canned food did not sell much. Zuo Qingyan robbed him a lot when he went out.

"...Forget it, cook it however you like." Zhu Heming didn't want to argue with Zuo Qingyan on this kind of issue, and concentrated on adding seasonings to the mushroom soup.

Tu Fei, who had been sitting quietly in the corner all this time, suddenly stood up and looked outside the formation vigilantly.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Heming raised his head and asked him.

"There are zombies and a group of humans. They are fighting," Tu Fei said.

"Do you want to save it?" Zhu Heming immediately became worried.

Zuo Qingyan had already put half of his face on the pot: "Let's talk after we finish eating."

Zhu Heming was very dissatisfied with this companion who lacked humanitarian thoughts. He snorted and pulled Tu Fei up and said, "If you don't go, we will."

Zuo Qingyan picked up the spoon and sipped the soup: "You guys go first, we are the rear."

"..." Zhu Heming snorted louder, grabbed Tu Fei's arm and pulled him away.

"Let's make soup three to seven, you three to seven." Zuo Qingyan said to Rong Zijie.

Rong Zijie said indifferently, "Whatever."

Two heartless guys are drinking soup around the pot, and the poor crane demon is married again.