Of course, what was the specific reason? Morris and the others didn't have time to think about it at this time. They just sat on the ground and panted violently. At the same time, looking at those paralyzed on the ground and the enemies with horrified faces, their hearts seemed to be filled with joy.
In the flying sand, Zifeng's figure gradually appeared, slowly walking towards Morris and others.
Applying these things on the wound can make the wound heal quickly.
As soon as the voice fell, a delicate bottle appeared out of thin air and fell into the hands of Morris and others.
People poured the ointment from the bottle and applied it to the wound. There was a cooling sensation immediately and the pain was relieved a lot.
Morris stood up from the ground laboriously, returning the bottle to Zifeng with both hands, but with an awkward expression on his face.
"Do you have any questions you want to ask me? If so, why don't you just say it?"
After hearing these words, Morris hesitated for a while, but still plucked up the courage to ask: "Sir, I am very confused. Since you won't watch us get killed, why don't you directly help?"
The expressions of Uncle Jim and others changed, because the sentence Morris asked was very inappropriate, which would obviously give people a feeling of doubt.
They were worried that Zifeng would be angry because of this sentence, or would not follow into the monster city, which would eventually lead to not getting enough food seeds. Uncle Jim was about to reprimand Morris, but Tang Zhen waved them to stop talking, and said to Morris, "You should be very clear that I have given you enough help.
You can never get food or weapons by your own words!
If you want to live in this world, want to live better with your companions, then you need to rely on my help to continue this cruel battle and finally achieve your goal!
After hearing what Zifeng said, Morris was stunned.
In his past life experience, struggling to survive almost occupied the vast majority. His biggest ideal in life is to have enough food to keep himself and his companions from starvation.
I have never thought about those mentioned by Zifeng.
"Sir, I don't know what to do?"
After hesitating for a while, Morris finally didn't answer, and could only answer with the scalp.
Due to his narrow vision and poor knowledge, he could not even imagine what a good life would be like. He only knew that if he had to go through such **** battles every day, his companion might die.
This sword has no eyes. On the cruel battlefield, death is an eternal melody that will never distinguish us from ourselves.
Maybe we were talking and laughing together yesterday, and today we will say goodbye to heaven and mankind forever, but if we choose this path, we must be prepared for this kind of psychological preparation.
It is precisely because of the fear of losing his companions that Morris can hardly make a decision easily, because it will affect the entire life trajectory of him and his companions in the future.
After hearing Morris' answer, Uncle Jim's eyes became very complicated. He was both satisfied and disappointed. Although he has a lot to say to Morris, it is definitely not the time, because he is not qualified to participate in this matter.
"Don't worry, think about it, I will give you a chance to choose, I hope you don't miss it easily!
If you do not know how to choose, then I will not force you to make a choice. As for my purpose of doing this, there is no harm in telling you.
"This is a world that is about to collapse, and it may be even more dilapidated in the future, and even be destroyed directly!
However, there is another possibility, that is to break up, then stand up and restore the vitality of the past.
I may be the destroyer, but you are the rebuilder I choose. On the road I paved for you, you may be able to go further.
"By the way, I want to remind you that there is no eternal thing in this world. In your opinion, the floating city of air and the city of monsters are irresistible, but in fact they are by no means invincible, or even replaceable. of!"
After various changes, Zifeng already felt a little unsafe about Loucheng's world, so he began to try to leave a small road or temporary refuge to go to Shenlong City.
As for how to deal with these enemies, it is completely up to you!
With that, Zifeng walked aside, Morris was stunned for a while, then turned to look at Uncle Jim who was sitting on the side.
Uncle Jim, what do you think we should do?
This is not to say that Morris didn't notice, or couldn't do it. He knew very well that there must be some kind of hostility between Uncle Jim and these enemies.
It is absolutely appropriate for him to decide the fate of these enemies.
After sweeping away the enemies who fell to the ground and struggling desperately, Uncle Jim recovered from what he had just heard, sighed and said, "My enemy has been killed by myself. This has nothing to do with these people, but since the hatred has already Formation is certainly not easy to understand. Therefore, the remaining enemies cannot be easily let go, lest they retaliate in the future!
Morris and the others nodded softly at the same time hearing these words.
Hearing this, there was a trace of pain and despair in the eyes of the fallen and struggling enemies.
"Why don't you take them away first, wait until the monster city, and then use them to attract the attention of the mechanical guardian!"
Morris suddenly opened his mouth and after seeing everyone watching him, he continued softly: "With their help, distract the mechanical defenders, we can enter the depths of the monster city, and then we can Harvest more and better food seeds!
Even if some of them escaped by chance, it wouldn't be a big deal. After all, they were killed almost as many as this group of people, and they couldn't have the ability to retaliate!
The crowd thought for a moment, then nodded at the same time.
This is a good way, just do as Morris said!
A few words decided the fate of these enemies. They all stood up from the ground, began to tie them up one by one, and then tied them into a rope!
As for the weapons of these enemies, they were carefully buried and marked for search.
"Well, bastard, if you don't want a knife, get out!"
An abandoned civilian brandished his weapon to drive away those weak enemies who had just recovered from the violent convulsions. Sometimes, he would kick them hard.
Although those enemies are unwilling in their hearts, they are helpless to be controlled by others. If they want to save their lives, they can only endure with gritted teeth.