v2 Chapter 287： I can be happy if you are happy (1/2)

The old man in the Tang suit had a thicker skin than Zhang Heng imagined. After the rescue team rushed to deliver gasoline, he proposed that Zhang Heng drive him back with him.

”The high-speed rail here can only be built at the end of the year. Now you can only make ordinary trains or go back long distances, and there are many roads from here to the station. Now you can't get a taxi at this time. And it ’s not so lonely on the road. ”

”.........”

Zhang Heng thought for a while, and finally agreed with the old man in Tangzhuang's proposal to sit in the driver's seat, and the latter also opened the door of the co-pilot.

Zhang Heng ignited, and Volvo's engine resounded. Twenty minutes later, the two finally got out of the prairie, because the rescue team only brought two small barrels of gasoline, Zhang Heng first drove the car to the nearest gas station and filled it up.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the elderly in Tang costume slipped into the small supermarket of the gas station and bought a large amount of snacks, half of which were all kinds of sweets.

After he got in the car, he couldn't wait to tear a packet of marshmallows, and handed Zhang Heng a box of egg yolk pie plus a packet of brown eggs. ”Well, it's going to be bright, please have breakfast before you open.”

Zhang Heng is browsing the latest news in the player forum. The battle over the village in the city has ended, but the specific situation is currently unknown. The light arc has blocked the news and made no statement. The ID of Shen Xixi ’s Wonder Woman is at zero. I have not logged in to the forum again since.

Therefore, any party who eats melons can't get any effective information by scratching their scalp. In addition, there are many posts on the forum discussing him. Zhang Heng closed his notebook with two glances and then ripped an egg yolk. send.

He had gone through several battles before, and he was really hungry.

The old man in Tangzhuang glanced at his face secretly, ”Are you still angry at me taking you halfway?”

”Should I?” Zhang Heng threw the remaining wrapping paper from the yolk pie into the carton, and said blankly.

”To be honest, I also don't like Justicia. Roman mythology is like a pot of chowder. Pour everything into it and stir it constantly. It looks good, but the taste is difficult to say. They Copy it from the east to the west, adapt the Greek myth, the Egyptian myth, and mix them with their original beliefs, but you have to admit that they did a good job for a while, but now most of the guys are just dying. Justicia had good luck and tied himself to the law. Now everyone in the world no longer believes in any monsters and prefers to believe in the law. ”