In the afternoon of the same day, Zhong Wuyan quietly left the team and headed straight for Beichi Imperial City.

Except for the winding mountain road on the dungeon, Zhong Wuyan basically never showed up, so no one noticed it.

When passing the winding mountain road, all the soldiers ate two meals full, which made the originally small supplies even worse. Although everyone still had a bowl of porridge for lunch, the porridge was so thin that it could almost reveal the figure.

Those who did not participate in the war have been drinking this kind of porridge for three or four days in a row, finding a place to lean on it, quietly staring blankly.

At this time, even deep breathing is a waste of physical strength.

Everyone was praying that maybe when you arrive at the Beech Imperial City, you should be able to eat enough? This is the first time that people who live in a prosperous era know what it feels like to be hungry.

Chu Fei and a few others were sitting in the car and eating lunch quietly. Seeing that many people outside were hungry, some of them were their own alumni, everyone was not in a good mood, but they couldn't share them with them. There were so many people, and Chu Fei's little inventory was not enough.

After dinner, Chu Fei checked his equipment in the car.

It was so painful that he almost started fighting with Bai Yuntao that day. Chu Fei brought the best white tiger-toothed necklace with him. Now he couldn't do it if he wanted to bring it back to the guardian god. As a martial artist, the guardian god had no Taoist skills at all.

Now Chu Fei's luck completely overflowed, but when he was fighting, the Tianzun Eight Trigrams had to be placed on him, because he needed to use the Tianzun Eight Trigrams to cast the spells and release healing techniques and poisoning techniques to return to the casting of spells and true qi.

For this reason, Chu Fei felt a little resentful about Bai Yuntao. This person may be very strong, but in terms of doing things, he is too arbitrary and not an official. However, Zhong Wuyan, although he doesn't talk much, he looks very calm in his work.

"Help, help, who will save my dad?" Chu Fei was sitting in the car and checking his equipment when suddenly a cry of a child came from outside.

Chu Fei subconsciously got out of the car.

Under a black tree, a man's face turned pale and his eyes were closed on the ground. Sweat soaked his whole face, and his face was filled with pain. A young boy of seven or eight years old was holding half a piece of chocolate in his hand. While crying helplessly, he stuffed the chocolate into the man's mouth.

"What's the point of making a noise? Do you want people to sleep?" A reprimand came from beside him. The little boy was stunned and did not dare to shout again. He knelt on the ground and hugged his father's head, sobbing in a low voice.

Wang Huan got out of the car next to him and walked over quickly.

This kind of thing actually happens every day, but it is particularly uncomfortable to happen in such a family.

Chu Fei also walked over, and Wang Huan had already squatted down: "Little brother, what's wrong with dad?"

"Dad's stomachache!" the little boy said with great grievance.

Chu Fei added a healing technique to the man. The healing technique cannot cure diseases, but the body-protecting true qi can increase people's resistance. This man is not a soul-fighting master. The body-protecting true qi surrounds the body and disappears very quickly.

Even so, the man finally opened his eyes.

"Dad, Dad, are you okay?" the little boy asked in panic when he saw his father awake.

"Dad is fine..." The man hugged his son weakly, his eyes full of despair.

"What's going on, brother?" Chu Fei squatted down, held the man's hand, and the healing technique lingers in his hands, slowly conveying it into the man's body.

"Stomach disease... I've been hungry for a few days, I'm afraid of this, and it's okay if I get through it." The man smiled miserably.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. I'm too hungry and drank all my father's porridge." The little boy cried in a blunt voice.

Chu Fei helped the man up and leaned against the black tree, used his sleeve in front of him, and took out a can of eight-treasure porridge from the Tianzun's gossip and opened it: "Eat two bites."

The man was flattered. He had eaten the food he brought for so many days on the playground. These days he relied on two meals of porridge a day given by the team. In addition, his son was still young, so most of it was given to his son.

At this moment, I saw the canned eight-treasure porridge that even Li Mingxu had no choice but to eat, and quickly refused: "No...no, just wait until dinner."

"Eat, there is no food tonight, and the child will suffer even more if you fall down." Chu Fei stuffed the eight-treasure porridge into the man's hand.

The man was still a person who wanted to save face. He dug a bite with a spoon on his face and put it into his mouth. The little boy stared at his father's mouth and swallowed quietly.

The man took two sips and handed the eight-treasure porridge to Chu Fei: "Thank you, brother, I can't die if I have these two sips."

At this time, no one cares whether others are dirty or not. Many people will pick up and eat the biscuit residue that falls on the ground.

"Please finish eating, just support it in Beech Imperial City." Chu Fei covered his sleeves and handed over another bag of bread.

The man was shocked: "This...this..."

"Please keep it and give it to the child. If it is not good for others to see it, don't destroy yourself." Chu Fei whispered. He was not afraid of others seeing it. However, at this time, it is very dangerous for a person who is not even a soul-fighting master to carry a bag of bread on his body.

"Thank you, thank you." The man quickly wrapped his child's coat.

"Super it." A male warrior who was guarding a team pointed at the baggage in the man's hand: "And you, you have to hand over how much food you have, and everyone will redistribute it."

The male warrior turned his eyes to Chu Fei.

Chu Fei looked up and saw the male warrior following Li Mingxu and Bai Yuntao.

Li Mingxu glanced at the sick man: "There is a shortage of food now, and everyone's food must be handed over, redistributed, and handed over."

"And you, hand over all the food you still have on you." Bai Yuntao looked at Chu Fei and said coldly.

"It's gone." Chu Fei looked at Bai Yuntao and felt more and more that this person was just a fool.

The sick man looked embarrassed. The child had been hungry for several days, but he did not dare to refuse in the face of the wolf-like guard soldiers. He trembled and opened his clothes: "Can you leave two pieces for my son?"

Chu Fei looked at the male warrior in the guard coldly.

The male warrior turned back to see Li Mingxu.

"Leave two pieces for him and take the rest away." Li Mingxu said impatiently.

Chu Fei didn't want to pay attention to them and pulled Wang Huan to the car.

"You, how much food is left on you and on the car? According to the regulations, you will be handed over and redistributed after it is handed over!" Li Mingxu held the Eight Desolate Sword in front of Wang Huan.

"It's gone." Wang Huan said.

"Search!" Bai Yuntao said.

The escort warrior stood in front of Chu Fei, and Chu Fei stretched out his arms indifferently. Everything was in the Eight Trigrams of Heavenly Lord, and the warrior found nothing.

"It's up to you." The warrior walked to Wang Huan.

Wang Huan's face darkened.
Chapter completed!