The end of the world begins with escape

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Chapter 142 Food Crisis
  "Who is still having such stupid ideas? You can come up and try my skills."

  Three sharp metal thorns suddenly appeared across the sky and almost hit Zhong Shichong, Zhong Yayuan, and Wang Cui in the face.

  The group of people who were originally gathered around the door of No. 85 yelled "Wow!" and quickly fled back. No one dared to come forward.

  Someone in the crowd muttered, "Can people with superpowers bully people like this?", which immediately resonated.

  But these people only dared to stand far away by the flower bed and muttered, and did not dare to approach the door of Xie Ning's house.

  Song Youai was so angry that he wanted to go forward and argue with them, but Xie Ning pulled him back, "Mom, save your energy."

  Village chief Song Youfu sighed, "Third uncle knows that you are a capable person now, but in this big hometown For so many years, my fellow villagers have always looked up and looked down, but sometimes they still have to give up when they see someone."

  "Uncle Third, can you blame us, Xiao Ning, for this? They saw that our mother and daughter were easy to bully, so they came to try to rob the house. This is really true. Fortunately, they can think of it!"

  "But you have all seen the current situation in the village. Everyone just thinks that your home is safer, so they want to escape for a few days."

  "Third uncle, what you said is a bit too... too moral. The commanding heights." Song Youai was speechless, "Everyone thinks our house is good, so we have to let them in. Then everyone thinks our mother and daughter smell delicious meat, so we still have to cut our flesh to serve hawks? We are not Buddhas, Uncle San. "

  Song Youfu was choked by Song Youai's words, shook his head and turned around with his hands behind his back.

  "Hey Third Uncle." Song Youai couldn't help but want to mention a few words, "Your house is stable and has plenty of food. I know you are sincere and enthusiastic, but you should take more care of Third Aunt and the others." The

  old man did not reply. , lit a cigarette, smoked and left with his hands behind his back.

  "Mom, it's useless to talk." Xie Ning pulled her mother back, closed the iron door and locked it.

  She whispered to her mother, "Don't tell anyone about your water powers for now."

  When water resources were scarce in the early days of the end of the world, there were perverts kidnapping people with water powers everywhere, kidnapping them back and making them do hard labor. Release water at night.

  Comrade Song Youai rolled his eyes at her and said, "Mom is not stupid. It would be too much for me to put half a bucket of water in. If I tell my seven aunts and eight aunts that they all come to your mother for water, will I be exhausted?"

  Xie Ning sipped. She smiled secretly and nodded, "You must always pay attention to your own special energy. You can practice more when it is safe now, and you must always preserve your strength when danger comes." The

  mother and daughter made two more barrels of mung bean soup, barley and red bean soup, and stored them in the villa. Inside the restaurant.

  After a simple lunch, the two of them practiced their powers in their rooms.

  Following his daughter's instructions, Song Youai kept releasing his powers, resting and then releasing them again. After several hours of hard practice, he found that the water stream he shot was slightly thicker than before.

  Now I can put more than half a bucket of water in one go without any effort, which is a result of practice.

  In the evening, Xie Ning took a look and saw that her mother had filled three or four buckets of water. She happily took it back to her room to wash her hair and take a shower.

  Comrade Song Youai was worried and shouted after his daughter, "This is cold water. You heat it up before washing. Little girls, washing your hair with cold water is not good for your health."

  Although the temperature is very high now, it is not good!
  "I know, Mom." Xie Ning is actually not that particular. In her previous life, it was good to be able to take a cold shower safely.

  But since her mother said so, she took two large cups of boiling hot water from the water dispenser in the living room and mixed it into the bucket.

  On the tenth day of the apocalypse, Ning Ning took a quick warm bath, washed her hair, and rolled into bed cleanly.

  I slept very well that night, but just before dawn, there were two or three more crashing sounds from the east.

  Then there were cries and shouts that broke the pre-dawn calm.