Being a Koi in a Survival Game

  Chapter 13 Sailing Carnival 13

  There were too many zombies outside the kitchen door, and they repeated their tricks, trying to lure the zombies to the back half of the cabin.

   And Fu Anan's room is right in the middle of the cabin and at the back!

  Watching the hot music playing from the mobile phone not too far from her room, and summoning a group of disheveled, untidy zombies who are ready for 857 at any time, Fu Anan didn't mention how **** she was.

  Her psychological quality in the past 19 years has grown by leaps and bounds in this short month.

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  The 20th day of sailing and survival, at 2:00 in the morning

  Fu Anan was taking a short rest when he suddenly felt a slight sound above his head.

  Fu Anan sat up all of a sudden, picked up the kitchen knife on the bedside, and looked fiercely at the top of his head.

  click—

  The ventilation duct is opened.

  Fu Anan took a step back, and the palm of the hand holding the kitchen knife began to sweat.

  The next moment, the head on the top was first exposed—

   Is a living person, or an acquaintance! He can't even carve a flower well, and he becomes the chef's chef by luck and color.

  Master Fu glanced at the kitchen knife in Fu Anan's hand, turned over lightly, and landed on Fu Anan's bed almost without a sound. The kitchen master looked around, then looked at Fu Anan, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any food and water?"

  Fu Anan took out a bag of bread that was about to expire, and a bottle of mineral water.

  Master Fu took it and opened the bread. His demeanor looks elegant and good-looking, but he actually ate the bread and drank the whole bottle of mineral water in half a minute.

   "Thank you." Master Fu was as cold as ever, and began to survey the surroundings.

   Immediately afterwards, he took out the extra sheets from the closet, tied a long cloth rope, stood on the sofa and tied one end to the upper right corner of the door.

   "Help me." Master Fu stood in front of the wardrobe and whispered to Fu An'an, "Protect these corners and don't let them bump and make noise."

   As he spoke, Master Fu rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms.

  The one who looks thinner when dressed, but fleshy when undressed may be just like him.

  The strength is still great, one person picked up the wardrobe, and used the things in the room to re-establish a stronger defense line at the door, which seemed to be more secure.

  I feel that this master chef can do everything except carving.

   "Master Fu." Fu Anan leaned over and asked, "Did you come from the kitchen?"

"Fu Yizhi." The man said lightly, bowing his head and pulling out the thing pinned to his waist to wipe it off, "There was internal strife among the crew, a small group of people took over the kitchen, the supplies were controlled by them, and anyone who resisted them would be killed Throw it out to feed the zombies."

   "Can't you beat them even with a gun?"

  Fu Anan looked at the polished pistol, and silently put away his kitchen knife.

  How can a cook have a gun?

   "On the outside... Can you shoot?" Fu Yizhi put the pistol on the table, picked up the apple that Fu Anan put on the table, and ate it.

  Fu Anan frowned slightly, seeing that he was not going to leave, she suddenly had a bad premonition.

   "The ventilation ducts extend in all directions, where are you going?"

   "Right here."

   "What? No." Fu An'an said without thinking, "I don't have enough food here, Master Fu, you should go to another room to have a look."

   "In the last ten days of the survival game, the difficulty will become more and more difficult." Fu Yizhi said lightly.

  Fu Anan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately pretended to be stupid, "What survival game? I don't understand."

  (end of this chapter)