哎 "Oh, I sit, I sit."
The punk man in sorrow and rage took off the sunglasses on his face that was shattered by the shell of the machine gun and lost!
Then he sat down on the picnic stool as he looked at Zhao Ru's hair, his eyes turned, and he turned to look at his own hands, a young man with purple hair,
"Let's have a few boxes of instant noodles in the car? Come here, move them all out and cook for everyone."
Then he looked at Luo Feifan and shouted from the familiar:
"Brother, borrow a fire, I invite you to eat instant noodles!"
Luo Feifan threw a big fireball, just like Xuan Ji, and turned around with a smile. He pulled out a pot from the trunk of a car, filled Zhao Ru with water, boiled a pot of boiling water, and ended up in punk. In front of the man.
The punk man commanded the person in his hand, and made a bowl of instant noodles for those of Enron. Their thick big hands twisted white plastic forks, while eating hot noodles, they talked to Luo Feifan.
Luo Feifan was very good at public relations. After a while, he became a brother and a brother with the punk man. Under the various mediations of Luo Feifan, everyone knew that the punk man and his teammates were not a band.
Before the end of the world, they were all people from all walks of life, and they participated in a large open-air theme party in the south. So everyone was wearing this non-mainstream dress. Later, the end of the world came, and a large party of tens of thousands of people. There are so many dozen survivors.
The survivors at these parties were tangled together. Under the leadership of the punk man, they first guarded a building. After the supplies in the building had been eaten, seeing that the zombies were getting more and more powerful, they drove to go north to find the radio. Hubei.
Punk man is not called punk man, called Wang Wei.
Oh, there is also a water-powered person in their team. It is a woman. Wang Wei ’s ticket, Xu Lier, is sitting in the co-driver seat of Wang Wei Jeep, wearing a leather jacket, lip nails, holding a dark Red lipstick, the one on the painted lips.
Looking at this team of people with very non-mainstream styles, Enran didn't take the initiative to run up to make fun, and the other party didn't come. Zhao Ru looked at that Xu Lier, walked to Anran, and whispered:
"It's awkward."
"Well, it doesn't seem to be easy to deal with."
An Ran held the doll and turned, facing away from Xu Lier, who was painting lipstick, whispered to Zhao Ru:
"I think Wang Wei meant to join us as a team."
Zhao Ru shrugs, it doesn't matter:
"I don't think they are weak, just don't hold back."
After speaking, Zhao Ru walked to the side of the national road, looking at the side of the cement road, the row of fat thorn balls, turned his head and asked:
"Do you still need water for this plant?"
"You pour it, I think you are also free."
An Ran shrugged, and then told Zhao Ru,
它们 "They have their own preferences. Don't touch them, annoy them, and I can't bear it."
"It's as if they were not made by you."
Zhao Ru swiped his lips and stayed away from those fat spiked balls. These fat spiked **** looked inconspicuous. People who didn't pay attention could not find them. When did so many fat spiked **** grow on both sides of the national road, but Zhao Ru knew that these must have been made by Enron.
She chose a good team, so she has to improve her strength even more so that she can become the standard for this team.