Chapter 1189: the city where the sun never sets

Chapter 1189 The City on which the Sun Never Sets

The four put aside their personal grievances and left first.

"The refugee riot is your handwriting?"

Fu Yizhi asked as he walked.RêAd lateSt chapters at novelhall.com Only

"Um."

Fu Anan nodded.

"Do you have a survival card?"

"some."

Fu Anan took out another one from his pocket, "Do you have it?"

"have."

Fu Yizhi took out the extra survival cards and handed them to her, "You take all of these."

In an instant, there were two more.

Fu Anan had a total of four survival cards, so he handed the one he found with Lu Shen to Lu Shen.

Fu Yizhi saw this scene:...

He paused, looked at Fu Anan's movements, and expressed his intention of torture with his eyes.

Very few Pangtong people saw that the deal was done, and began to retaliate in other ways.

Some granaries were set on fire, and some dry and dead weeds also ignited raging fires. In the dry, hot desert, fires are lit only to wait for them to burn out.

Some refugees saw the food they had been thinking about day and night burned, their eyes were red, and they rushed forward listening to the barrel. Not to mention that they couldn't be saved, because countless refugees were injured and died because of the fire.

Pang Tongren's actions once again inspired the hatred of refugees to another level.

Pang Tong, who had been dry for a long time, was watered by the blood of Pang Tong people and refugees on this night.

Until the sky pales slightly in the east.

The 30th day of the game

All the fences around Pang Tong were broken, and they fell in pieces in the grass. On the ground, corpses piled up randomly, attracting all kinds of bugs and animals. Soaked blood was everywhere on the ground, staining the originally yellow soil into dark brown. Black smoke billowed from several places, and the smell of burning and blood mixed together strongly.

It was on this devastated land that a group of people were gathering outside the most luxurious castle built by Pang Tong. Lao Li grabbed the terminally ill Mr. Xie and counted his crimes one by one.

The refugees below became more and more excited, and the shouts of "Kill him" became louder and louder.

Zheng Tianxing took the machete and dropped it heavily on Xie Lao's head. In an instant, blood was drawn from his neck, and the atmosphere of the scene reached its highest point.

"Li Quack, Li Quack!"

"Lao Li, Lao Li!"

People shouted his name excitedly, as if it was a huge carnival.