Chapter 207: Cooled fried dough sticks Chapter 207: Cooled fried dough sticks That yellow food!
“Spit it out! You damn well have to spit it out, I want to eat it too!” Wu Xiaobo was frantic.
Wanted to jump up and slap him.
Yes, Wu Xiaobo was slightly short.
He would have to jump up to hit his face.
This was really too much.
“Spit it out… well, I could, but don’t you think it’s disgusting?” Lin Murong looked troubled. He rarely vomited; his body was quite healthy and basically never threw up.
But if Wu Xiaobo really wanted it, he wouldn’t distrust him.
He could try and see if he could vomit it out.
“You, you, you… you’re just deliberately dawdling, you watch, I’m not going to… kill you. If I don’t kill you, then I’m not Wu Xiaobo!”
Wu Xiaobo was completely enraged.
Charging ahead, with the rest following him.
He was knocked out by Lin Murong with one move.
“I thought you’d be more formidable, but turns out…” Lin Murong looked at the men lying on the ground, finding them way too… unimpressive.
Not being capable is one thing, but they spoke as if they were capable.
Not sure what to say.
Lin Murong’s words weren’t finished, but they were extremely insulting, Wu Xiaobo lying on the ground wanted to bounce up and hit Lin Murong’s head.
Wu Xiaobo hadn’t finished speaking when Lin Murong hit him on the head again.
“Wait for what? I’m right here, no need to wait. Look here, what do you want to do? Come on, look at me, what do you want to do?” Still trying to steal his dough sticks.
Were his dough sticks something they could steal?
“You… ow, stop hitting, my head hurts.” Hit after hit, Wu Xiaobo yelled while covering his head.
“Heh, come on, wait, wait for what?” Lin Murong continued to intermittently whip his head.
Wu Xiaobo was furious, Wu Xiaobo was powerless.
He couldn’t win; he simply couldn’t.
Wu Xiaobo felt the same way against Lin Murong as Lin Murong felt against Chi Yan.
Really wanted to kill him.
But he truly couldn’t win.
Who was this guy? He had never heard about such a person before.
Wu Xiaobo was tearless.
He was just hungry and wanted to eat something, why should this happen?
Unlike Wu Xiaobo’s depressed mood, Lin Murong was really feeling, damn, great.
Sometimes beating someone up really is quite joyful.
He liked beating people up now.
“Still want to eat?” Lin Murong rubbed his wrist and then patted Wu Xiaobo’s cheek.
Still an extremely insulting gesture.
But Wu Xiaobo, perhaps overly humiliated, didn’t even feel it anymore.
But he still wanted to eat.
The unattainable always provoked.
He hadn’t eaten, and he really wanted to.
“Still want some? Well, I can’t help it, I ate it all up.” Lin Murong spread his hands.
The dough sticks weren’t his anyway, eaten up long ago.
He himself didn’t have enough to eat, let alone care about them.
Moreover, they were trying to steal his food.
Not killing them outright was him being merciful.
Lately, his temper was getting better and better, someone tried to steal his stuff, and he wasn’t even angry but still in the mood to comment.
Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaobo was very angry.
“So you admit it, you did it on purpose.”
“No, you guys wanted to steal it.” Lin Murong adamantly denied it. He hadn’t intentionally tempted them; they were the ones who tried to steal first.
Did he let them steal?
Now that they hadn’t succeeded, it was their own fault.
It would be okay to kill them.
He needed to revise his earlier thoughts.
Hope Base wasn’t completely hopeless after all.
These few weren’t numb; they were actually quite hopeful and energetic.
Why not spread some of that energy to others?
“You’re fishing. You did it on purpose.” Wu Xiaobo became even more angry, realizing what was happening.
Lin Murong was indeed fishing, using that bag of yellow food as bait, intentionally luring them out to attack them.
“It’s you who lack morality, trying to steal my things.” If it weren’t for his strength, who knows if he could have even left alive today.
Thank goodness he was strong.
Talk about morality in this world?
Wu Xiaobo was certain, Lin Murong was just playing them.
It would be best to kill him.
Otherwise, when he found the time, he would come and kill Lin Murong.
Wu Xiaobo had engraved Lin Murong’s face deeply in his heart.
His hatred for Lin Murong was full to the brim.
He truly wanted to kill Lin Murong.
He had just barely stopped himself, with a reckless desire to kill Lin Murong.
Someone had tried and got beaten half to death.
It was almost no different from being dead.
Stirring with the urge to act, Wu Xiaobo immediately lay back down.
Forget it; endure the humiliation.
After all, isn’t life about enduring frequent insults?
Get used to it; he had to get used to it.
But damn it, he still couldn’t get used to it.
No matter how he lied to himself, it was impossible.
Wu Xiaobo still wanted to kill him.
If he said he could barely mask his hatred a moment ago, and his eyes couldn’t hide the desire to knife Lin Murong, now, he could barely manage it.
He even wanted to plan the whole thing out.
There was just no hope.
He was still being trampled underfoot by Lin Murong.
“Where’s your morality? Do you not know that stealing from others makes them very sad?” Lin Murong lectured them gravely.
He was just spouting nonsense.
But they had to listen.
Listen to some brainless stuff.
Morality, morality, they lacked morality.
Where did they get their morality, steal it?
Wu Xiaobo looked unconvinced.
“Look at you, not convinced yet. Come, let me explain the importance of morality to you.” Lin Murong started to speak and then crouched down.
He was like a life coach.
Wu Xiaobo felt like rolling his eyes. No, he already did.
“You’re not listening properly, and you’re rolling your eyes. Do you have a problem with me?” Lin Murong furrowed his brow, his face serious.
“Nothing, nothing.” Seeing him angry, the pain in his body intensified, Wu Xiaobo shrank his neck and instantly turned into a quail.
“I’m talking to you about morality right now, it’s very important, and you’re not even listening. That’s immoral.”
Talking about morality to a robber.
Talking about morality to a robber during the apocalypse.
Wu Xiaobo suspected he was delusional.
As Wu Xiaobo wore a look that screamed ‘are you insane’, Lin Murong slapped him twice, ignoring his gaze, and continued lecturing about the importance of morality.
Really wanted to die; how to die, though.