Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

With their seemingly material adequacy, the combined strengths have stopped most people from looking.

During this period, there was no shortage of new incompetents, and the original team of more than 40 people suddenly grew to more than 60.

In total, it took more than a decade, because the main road was too dangerous, there was supplies, and everyone had to take a good rest. North Korea chose a nearby countryside.

The rationale for choosing a countryside is simple: first, it is less infected, and secondly, there is more crops and food in the countryside, so that more time can be squeezed out to rectify the response.

Of course, the first thing to do is remove the zombies from the village.

More than sixty idiots quickly defended the place, and then searched for supplies.

“Han Shao, the house has been tidied up.” Miao Linmei looked at the girl and asked, "Where is Miss Xie going to live? ”

“She's with me in the house.” North Korean Desert Road.

Miao Linmei opened her mouth and still didn't say anything.

Shen Mubai didn't feel anything. After all, it was quite safe to have a room with the male owner. There was no need to be afraid of the zombies coming.

Apart from some cereals and rice, rural people usually store something to eat, and there is plenty and variety of dried peppercorn beans.

Just what they're searching for is enough for them to eat for the next month.

Everyone's face revealed a joyful smile. You should know that they came all the way from City D. Although there was no shortage of food on the way, it was not easy to eat quietly.

Hurry up and set up a big pot or something and start cooking.

Jiang Jian caught a couple of chickens in the shed. At the behest of Han Bei Dynasty, he left one and took it down and divided it among the people.

Shen Wood stared at the chicken and started secreting saliva. He couldn't help but sneak off.

The chicken woke up, probably knowing he was about to be eaten, madly stirring his wings.

“How do you want it?” The gentle voice of a man came.

She turned around and had a tangled look on her face.

I want roast chicken, but I want chicken soup again.

Perhaps it was to see the young girl's thoughts, Han Beidi said to Jiang Jiandao, “Take half to make soup, half to bake. ”

Jiang Jian didn't think much, “Yes, Han Shao. ”

At dinner, half a roasted chicken, a plate of fried eggs, a soup, and a few dishes.

Shen Mubai was reluctant to start immediately, but she also knew that it was an opportunity to brush her senses, so she stood up and poured a bowl of soup on the man, some of which she liked to put in front of the other side, "brother. ”

Han Bei's eyes glistened slightly, “Careful thought is a lot. ”

She hurried and said, “I don't know, brother so hard, of course I care about you more. ”

Then Jiang Jian was to be equipped with a bowl.

Reaching Han Shao's eyes, Jiang Jian grabbed at him, “Miss Xie, I can do it myself, you don't have to be so polite. ”

Shen Wood's white face is a ghost.

I couldn't help but look at each other.

Jiang Jian was unnatural, “What are you looking at me for? ”

Han Shao should be unhappy again.

So I followed some of the dishes, “I went out to eat and look around, Han Xiao, you and Xie have a good time. ”

When he went out, there were two people left in the house.

Because there are only half of the roasted chickens, Shen Wood White can only tolerate pain and let one chicken leg pass by, blood dripping in his heart, “brother, you eat. ”