Chapter 359 As Long as You Have a Mouthful of Rice, You Will Listen to Any Rebellion

Mo Ran was angry.

Putting on the white-on-red-striped gloves, he rushed into the crowd like a blazing flame.

Everyone who came into contact with the "flame" flew several meters away.

I don’t know whether I will live or die after landing.

Zhu Xingguo glanced at Wang Min who was indifferent.

He took out a machine gun loaded with bullets and started practicing his marksmanship towards the crowd.

Anyone who dares to get close to the food bin will be "shot".

The two of them worked together and finally stopped the crowd from rushing.

One by one, they retreated into the village in a state of complete turmoil.

Someone yelled in dissatisfaction: "Didn't you say there would be food? Why aren't you allowed to eat?"

no respond.

Cheng Queyi and the two just watched the fire and cooked porridge.

Zhu Xingguo and his two men only focused on deterrence with force.

Wang Min walked to a sufficient distance and drew the power of heaven and earth through the [Unity of Heaven and Man] with more than 40 minutes left to swear an oath.

I saw a black tornado rising into the sky.

Suddenly, some people in the crowd fell to the ground holding their stomachs, and some people vomited blood.

Wang Wen thought for a while and changed his oath.

Some people in the crowd began to foam at the white with livid faces, and some people's stomachs suddenly flattened.

The villagers were frightened.

They suddenly dispersed and fled to every corner of the village.

Then one by one they hit the transparent barrier and fell to the ground.

The people with bruised noses and swollen faces sat on the ground stunned for a while.

He stretched out his hand and touched the air in front of him that was clear but blocking the way. He was so surprised that he turned around and kowtowed towards the black tornado.

Wang Min turned a deaf ear and only focused on the experiment.

Ten minutes later.

Until all the porridge in the rice bucket is cooked, the negative number of progress is still increasing.

The black tornado spread out.

The small slope outside the village turned into a large pit.

Wang Wen shook his head and walked back.

The skinny little boy came forward with concern, holding a bowl of porridge filled with ingredients.

Wang Min quickly waved her hands and declined.

Then he watched in horror as the skinny boy took a sip by himself.

In the distance, the woman who ran into the village to call for help came back.

When I walked to the entrance of the village, I was slightly stunned when I saw the villagers lying on the ground.

Without asking any more questions, he came to Wang Min and reported the situation attentively.

From what she said, almost all the people in the village who could come to the entrance of the village were here, about a hundred people.

This is basically equal to the current number of survivors in the village.

Wang Wei nodded after listening to the report, and asked her to go to the rice pail to eat and be responsible for distributing food to the villagers, while she meditated silently.

The woman came to the rice pail.

I saw Cheng Queyi feeding porridge to the child.

The child thought the porridge did not taste as good as bread and was not willing to eat it, so he just gnawed the bread while holding the book.

The woman walked over and slapped the child on the butt.

Cheng Queyi quickly stopped her: "It's okay, it's okay. If you don't want to eat, don't eat. Don't beat the child."

The woman said to Cheng Queyi apologetically: "He dares to refuse the food given by the Lord. These years of hard life and lack of discipline have made him too wanton. Please be patient."

"It doesn't matter." Cheng Queyi shook his head and said, "I'm just worried that he'll be hungry for too long and it won't be easy to digest eating so much bread at once. Drinking some hot porridge will be better for your health. If you don't want to eat, just don't eat."

The woman bowed gratefully to Cheng Queyi again.

Then he came to the entrance of the village and shouted to the panicked villagers: "If you want to eat, come with me."

The villagers looked at each other and dared not move.

The woman took a big spoon and scooped out a bowl of messy porridge from the rice pail.

I was a little moved when I saw the rice grains inside.

When I saw vegetables, eggs and meat slices, I couldn't help but drink it myself in front of the villagers.

Eat hot porridge.

It was as if the parched ground was filled with spring rain.

She couldn't remember the taste that she hadn't tasted for a long time and almost swallowed the woman's tears.

She chewed the meat and vegetables in the porridge with red eyes.

I just feel that everything from my mouth, down my throat to my stomach becomes moist and warm.

The body feels as if it has come alive.

In comparison, although the bread given by Lord "Devil" is delicious, it is just bread after all.

It's not as good as this substantial mouthful of rice soup with meat, vegetables and heat.

The villagers saw that the woman was drinking heavily.

I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.

Those who dared walked out of the village and approached her.

He looked at the wounded man lying on the ground bleeding next to him, then at the two evil spirits guarding the vat, and then glanced at a certain master in the distance who seemed to have "completed the practice."

He quietly asked the woman: "You bitch, you said before that there were adults giving charity and porridge at the entrance of the village, was it them? Why doesn't it look like it? They even beat people. Erniu and the others haven't moved for a long time, so they are probably dead!"

The woman looked at the people lying on the ground, shook her head and said to the questioner: "Giving porridge is giving porridge, but it is not charity. These are the devils, and they have requirements for the food. You must not do it." If you offend the adults by following the rules, you deserve to die.”

The nearby villagers heard this.

They all gasped: "Devil? What kind of devil? Real or fake?"

"Are you asking for food?"

Everyone was talking quietly.

“A few grains of rice break so many rules, it’s okay not to eat this kind of rice!”

As soon as this sentence came out.

The villagers stepped aside one after another, revealing a young man inside.

The young man looked around and wondered: "What? Did I say something wrong? It's not like you haven't seen how arrogant they are!"

The woman looked at him with a big spoon and smiled: "You are right, you don't have to eat this kind of food. Don't worry, no one will force you to eat it."

Immediately, a villager next to her raised a broken bowl and walked up to the woman and said, "I'll eat, I'll eat. I'll eat as long as I'm cheap."

"Me too." Another villager followed, rubbing his stomach and saying in pain: "I haven't seen rice in half a year. Now as long as someone gives me a bite to eat, I can do whatever I want."

The other villagers quickly lined up, one after another, behaved and behaved well.

The young man who was pushed out of the team was shocked.

Looking at the "unprincipled" fellow villagers, I became furious.

Pointing to the bodies that had been knocked to the ground before, he said, "Are you all blind? Can't you see these dead people? These were all killed by them!"

The villagers who received the meat porridge drank the porridge happily.

The hungry people were still discussing who had more food in the bowl.

More people finished their drinks in a few gulps, then moved to the queue obediently and continued waiting in line for the second bowl.

After eating bowls of nutritious hot porridge, the villagers gradually smiled.

Hear what the young man said.

Someone joked at him: "What's the big deal about dead people? People starve to death in the village every day. It's better to be beaten to death here than to starve to death."

The words have not yet finished.

Another black tornado flew in the distance.

The villagers drank porridge from bowls and squinted to admire the black tornado.

Soon.

The bodies lying on the ground moved.

Slowly opened his eyes.

Some even sat up and sniffed the scent of meat porridge that had gradually spread everywhere.

The villagers were stunned again.

The young man looked at the people who had come back from the dead.

He opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

The person who made fun of him before swallowed his saliva and said to him: "Look, even the dead are alive now. They all have food to eat. You don't have to eat. Are you happy?"

The young man snorted stubbornly.

Turn around and leave.

After taking only two steps, I realized that there seemed to be something extra in my stomach.

He suddenly felt a fullness that he had almost forgotten.

Stomach tumbling.

Couldn't help but burp.

The aroma of braised beef noodles surged from the stomach and flowed down the esophagus and out of the throat.

The young man quickly closed his mouth.

I couldn't bear to let go of that breath.

And he inhaled hard through his nose to suck back all the burps that accidentally leaked out from around him.