Chapter 1722: Chapter 749: The Wealthy God Lin! (Part 2)
The group got busy.
They took the smoked at hanging under the chimney, potatoes, onions, black bread, and so blueberries from the warehouse, and set off to follow Lin Baici.
Regardless of its usefulness, except for Luo Jiaming, everyone else took a flathrower.
They felt carrying this thing could provide a sense of security.
Half an hour later, the group caught up with Lin Baici.
“Why so slow?”
Zhong Shuman complained, worried that if they encountered danger, she wouldn’t even have cannon fodder to use.
“It’s already fast enough!”
Luo Jiaming kept urging them to move faster.
By now, everyone was already exhausted.
Ma Xiaoyun, the photographer, and the woman with the lip ring all breathed a sigh of relief when they reunited with Lin Baici, each dropping to the ground to rest as quickly as possible.
“How about letting them rest for a bit?”
Huang Cheng suggested.
No one knows how much longer they’ll need to travel, so energy must be used wisely.
“With God Lin here, do you need to play the good guy?”
Luo Jiaming sneered, actually doing it on purpose, aiming for Lin Baici to be isolated, so that if conflict arose between him and Lin Baici, the youth in the Real Madrid jersey would likely side with him.
“Stop arguing!”
Lin Baici frowned, “Ten-minute break!”
Lin Baici glanced at Luo Jiaming. What’s this old Luo up to?
The photographer pulled out a water bottle from his backpack, unscrewed the cap, and took several gulps, exhaling comfortably afterward.
“Let have a few sips!”
Ma Xiaoyun reached out.
“Drink sparingly!”
The photographer warned.
“I know!”
Ma Xiaoyun said he knew but then tilted his head back to drink heavily, gulping down like a bull.
“Damn, you drank so much?”
The photographer was displeased, trying to grab the bottle back.
Ma Xiaoyun fought for it but didn’t succeed and complained irritably, “If you don’t finish it quickly, when others run out and co snatch yours, can you hold onto it?”
The photographer’s face stiffened.
It’s really possible.
He’s drinking sparingly, but what if others just let loose?
The photographer glanced around, noticing that Luo Jiaming and Huang Cheng drank freely, while Qi Fentou’s group was sowhat conserving, and Lin Baici’s side hadn’t made any moves yet.
The bar’s cleaner and waitress stayed together for warmth, neither trying to curry favor with Lin Baici nor bullying these ordinary people.
Wu Shitong and two bodyguards were wandering near Lin Baici.
In the group of four, Lip Ring Girl took a few sips of water and frowned, “Didn’t you clean this water pouch well? There’s a weird taste!”
“It’s good enough to have water!”
Qi Fentou also complained but what choice is there?
In this era, there’s no bottled water.
“Let’s give God Lin so water?”
Pants Girl suggested.
“Didn’t those two bodyguards bring water?”
Blonde Head was unwilling and worried about the next water source, fearing thirst without water.
“Let’s offer it proactively.”
Qi Fentou stood up, “Otherwise, if they ask for it, will you give it or not?”
“Take it, take it!”
Blonde Head looked begrudging.
This is a world of survival of the fittest; without strength, you can’t even protect a sip of water.
Qi Fentou took a sheepskin water pouch to find Lin Baici, and Pants Girl quickly followed.
She wouldn’t miss such an opportunity to gain favor.
“God Lin, have so water?”
Qi Fentou smiled broadly.
“No, you drink it!”
Lin Baici politely declined.
“Have so; in this heat, you need to replenish water, or you’ll get heatstroke!”
Pants Girl felt so hot she wanted to take off her top and pants.
They have no idea what season it is.
The sun was blazing above, heat waves surging, and pants had already stuck to her skin with sweat, feeling extrely uncomfortable.
“I have!”
Lin Baici smiled.
“You have?”
Pants Girl was startled.
Lin Baici took out the White Deer Horn Bone Flute, blew it twice, and a white light flashed, making the reindeer sleigh appear.
“Whoa!”
Pants Girl was shocked.
Others also looked over, and when they saw the reindeer carrying two bulging canvas bags, their eyes instantly flooded with envy.
Are these all supplies inside?
Damn it!
This is a space forbidden item, right?
Having this thing is just amazing.
Lin Baici opened his backpack, took out a few bottles of mineral water, and tossed them to Li Yintong and Zhong Shuman.
“Thank you, Brother Lin!”
Tai i giggled, “Should I offer a sweet kiss?”
“How much is your kiss worth?”
Zhong Shuman teased, knowing she was taking advantage of Tai i’s favor; without her, Lin Baici probably wouldn’t have given her mineral water.
Lin Baici twisted open the bottle cap, drank a few gulps, and then tilted his head back, pouring the rest on his face, splashing himself,
cooling down, refreshing himself.
“Damn it!”
The blond boy felt suffocated by the scene, drinking water with a strange taste sparingly, while this guy drank clean mineral water and even used it to cool off.
Damn!
Once I beco Dragon Level, I’ll definitely reclaim the face I lost today.
Though determined, the blond boy knew, even if given ten tries, he’d likely never achieve it.
“…”
Ma Xiaoyun was dumbfounded; there’s such a magical thing?
The photographer fiddled with the flathrower, lost in thought.
Li Yintong looked at their expressions, chuckling inwardly.
Just this little amount of supplies shocked you?
Brother Lin also has a Monk’s bowl, which can hold lots and lots of things, so surviving on a deserted island for ten years wouldn’t be tough.
“God Lin, do you also have a sleigh?”
Old Luo joined in, admiring the reindeer, “Can this be used as a transport?”
“Yes, in the snow!”
Running on the road is too bumpy, and not fast; unless absolutely necessary, Lin Baici won’t use it.
“How much supply can it carry?”
Old Luo eyed the two backpacks, “Just these?”
“Yes!”
“Why don’t you also load up the sleigh?”
Old Luo didn’t understand.
“No need!”
Lin Baici dismissed.
“…”
Luo Jiaming thought Lin Baici was too arrogant; if it were him, he’d definitely fill it up.
What he didn’t know was that the storage space in Lin Baici’s Black Tripod Bowl was vast and never been filled.
“By the way, I heard the Great Shaman also has a sleigh!”
Old Luo revealed.
“You an Xia Qila from the Illumination Hermit Association?”
Zhong Shuman was speechless, “Such info isn’t even a secret, there’s plenty on the Origin Forum!”
“…”
Li Yintong’s heart felt like a cat scratching it; she really wanted to tell them, didn’t they expect this?
This sleigh is exactly Xia Qila’s.
“Wait, generally speaking, the rule pollution created by taboo things is related to their origin, now with plantations and black slaves, do you think it could be people from the Illumination Hermit Association who made this rule pollution?”
Old Luo was worried; if it’s truly this organization, it’s troubleso.
“No matter who, if they encounter my Brother Lin, they’re dood!”
Li Yintong had imnse confidence in Lin Baici.
The photographer sitting not far away suddenly wanted to throw the water bladder onto the ground.
“Damn!”
That guy nad Lin is just too much!
“Since he doesn’t need water, why does he make us collect resources?”
Ma Xiaoyun couldn’t understand.
“Because he doesn’t want to share his supplies with others!”
The photographer felt he hit the mark, “After all, he only has those two big bags, can’t be filled solely with food and drink!”
Lin Baici didn’t think that much, he simply didn’t want to be a caretaker.
Those who want to survive must strive to live.
“Ti’s up, let’s go!”
Lin Baici glanced at his watch, urged everyone onward.
“Get up! Get up!”
Old Luo called out, quickly adapting to the sidekick role.
The group set off again, walking through the cornfields.
Swish! Swish!
The corn stalks are tall, leaves are wide, can block so sunlight, but when people pass by, those leaves brushing against the body feel uncomfortable, even leaving reddish scratches on the hands and face, stinging with sweat.
Lin Baici walked at the front.
At first, he used the Bronze Sword to chop away corn stalks for a path, but later he couldn’t be bothered wasting effort.
Suddenly, Lin Baici stopped, “There’s a sound, did you hear it?”
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