Chapter 128: The Fog City of Mausoleum 1
Chapter 128: The Fog City of Mausoleum 1
"Do you want to go somewhere else?"
Sitting back in the car, Yan Senbo asked.
"Gone."
Fu Anan shook his head, and the two drove to the suburban villa.
Outside the villa, another car happened to come back.
Fu Yizhi got out of the car, followed by Zhang Xincheng, and told from behind, "Master Fu, we caught three this time."
"Well, let's train and teach well first, and if you open your mouth, bring them to see me."
Fu Yizhi said lightly.
The people next to him followed suit, and trotted to open the door.
"Oh, Brother Fu, Master Zhang."
Fu Anan, who had just come back, looked at the two of them in surprise, and then played the unique qualities of a dog's leg, and his surprise turned into surprise in seconds.
Passionately rushed up to say hello.
Without noticing it for a while, the left leg and the right leg tripped over each other, and they rushed straight towards Fu Yizhi.
In full view, Fu An'an hugged Fu Yizhi's waist.
Tough, muscular, stiff abs
... What a waist!
The air was silent for a moment.
Fu An'an pressed his head against Fu Yi's waist, feeling a thorn in his back.
Say it was not intentional, do they believe it?
God is going to kill me.
Before he finished thinking, Fu Anan suddenly felt sleepy, closed his eyes and slid off Fu Yizhi's body.
What's up with her?
Zhang Xincheng looked at the way Fu Anan closed his eyes, and said that entering the game was too coincidental?
"Escape from reality by pretending to faint?"
"Entering the game."
Fu Yizhi looked at her and said calmly.
Yan Senbo glanced at Fu An'an, reached out to lift his glasses, "Sir, do you need me to send An'an back?"
As he spoke he held out his hand.
Fu Yizhi looked at Fu Anan on the ground and was silent for a moment: "No need."
He picked up the person with one hand, and carried him back in the crook of his arm.
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On the other side, Fu An'an was watching the game.
[Welcome back to the survival game. There will be 200,000 NPCs and 9 players playing with you in this round. Please try to survive for thirty days.
This round of the game: Mausoleum City of Fog]
As soon as Fu Anan opened his eyes, he was in a bustling city center, similar to the Beaver City before, with heavy traffic and high-rise buildings everywhere.
But the whole city was covered with a hazy layer of fog.
Just like the morning in winter, at eight or nine o'clock, the mist seemed to disperse and not disperse.
It doesn't affect the surrounding sight very much, but it has a hazy aesthetic feeling.
But it's noon now.
Fu An'an looked around, and finally chose a hotel that seemed to have a good security environment.
The twelfth floor in the middle.
It is in a location where the hotel is neither high nor low.
It's a big suite, and the rent is one month.
After all, there is money.
——
The first day of the game is a safe day.
This time is dealing with accommodation issues and collecting information and supplies.
Fu An'an turned on the phone with ease.
Now that there is a network, the game will produce a local social software for logical self-consistency.
There are also news media, TV and movies.
The news is what happened today, while the TV and movies are a little perfunctory, and they are all old movies from sixty or seventy years ago.
Fu An'an checked selectively, and found that the news was full of trivial matters such as the police rescued the kittens and puppies of XXX's family, and a house burglary on East Street.
On social software, there are life videos, counterfeiting, makeup and outfits.
It seems to be an ordinary city.
business as usual
But this is the first day of the show, and it's normal that nothing happens.
Fu Anan walked around the hotel with a bank card worth 500,000 yuan.
First simply eat something, and then stock up on the old three things of food, water, and medicine.