Facing the words of the three people, Zhan Kong, with a somewhat cold look, did not respond at all.

Instead, with a casual wave, the strange Chaos Cave appeared again before.

Everyone's spirits were tense in an instant, and they subconsciously thought that the other party wanted to start massacre.

Unexpectedly, three people flew out of it.

Su Xiaoluo, Zhang Xiaohou, and Liu Ru!

Zhang Tao and Mo Fan quickly jumped.

Mo Fan grabbed Liu Ru and Su Xiaoluo, and Zhang Tao grabbed the monkey.

At this time, the three of them had already fallen into a coma under the constant rotation of the Chaos Cave. Judging from the breath, there was no major problem.

After releasing the three of them, Zhan Kong turned around and did not stay for another second on Zhang Tao or Mo Fan.

The corpse of the mountain peak at his feet also hurriedly walked out of the back wall.

Soon he left the city.

As it left, the undead groups that were originally in the city and the other three living people, except for the corpses of the mountain, also followed the corpses of the mountain, or the ancient king, left this already riddled city.

The night gradually faded, and the rain that had lasted for several days also stopped.

Looking at the ruins of the surrounding buildings and the blood that is still bright red, Zhang Tao sat on the steps beside him weakly.

Others, either thankful, hesitant, or sad.

But what remains unchanged is the feeling of fatigue after a long battle.

The people in the inner city walls have begun to cheer. No matter what their identity, status, or strength, they are now just a group of survivors who survived by chance in the crisis of destroying the city.

"Where am I?"

At this time, the monkey had gradually woken up.

It was discovered that Zhang Tao and Mo Fan, and Su Xiaoluo and Liu Ru, who were still in a coma, were not in danger.

"Brother Fan, Brother Tao!"

He hugged Mo Fan and Zhang Tao who were beside him. He didn't say much, or he didn't know what to say now.

But judging from the fact that he laughed and tears fell, he was still a little silly.

Zhang Tao couldn't help but think of the saying that he was as happy as a fat man of 200 pounds.

But in the end, I felt that the eighty-pound monkey was more suitable for him.

The three and two unconscious people sat on the top of the signal tower until the sun rose.

"We have experienced such a catastrophe again!"

Mo Fan said sadly.

"This time is more thrilling than last time, and more people die!"

In fact, Zhang Tao felt that he was okay when he was in Bocheng, but he was just thrilling when he was evacuating from the school and everyone else. Although he could not be called ease, he was not too embarrassed.

And this time, he really felt that deep sense of powerlessness.

If an enemy appears, he can't beat him, and if another one appears, he can't beat him.

This feeling of powerlessness made Zhang Tao feel a little frustrated. He still remembered that he said that he hated the most that he couldn't protect the people he cared about during the disaster in Bocheng.

This time I really realized it.

"It won't be fine. This time, no one of us fell behind!" Zhang Tao said with some gratitude when he looked at the monkey and Mo Fan around him.

In fact, the feeling of watching the sunrise in the ruins is quite similar to that of Bocheng.

Zhang Tao is a very clear person. As long as the person he cares about is not dead, he can quickly adjust himself in the sadness.

"Yes! Fortunately! If that fool among you fell behind, I might go crazy!"

Mo Fan had already withdrawn from the demonization state at this time and spoke normally.

"Ha! I don't know who the fool is. Have you not reacted so far? Have you forgotten something?"

Zhang Tao looked at Mo Fan as if he was looking at a mental illness.

"What? How can I... Damn, I forgot Mr. Bian Que."

When Mo Fan thought that he had just lifted the demonization and his magic level had been reduced, he suddenly felt that he had lost 100 million~ No, 100 million could not be beaten.

"You don't know how to say it earlier!" Mo Fan couldn't accept the reality and began to blame Zhang Tao next to him.

"Your mind is full of mud, you blame me? The devil is relieved faster than anyone else. I am not spiritual. How can I know what you want to do!"

"you…"

"What are you? Just..."

…………

As a verbal tyrant-type tyrant, Zhang Tao will let Mo Fan, a novice, pass the blame? Even if he ignores it, Zhang Tao can tell you nothing, let alone make sense.

After a moment of operation, Mo Fan's mind was filled with more mucus.

In the end, I had to fart and blame him.

………

"Old man Han Ji, let's discuss something with you!"

Zhang Tao looked at Han Ji, who had recovered his image as a kind old man in front of him, and felt that it was still hard to imagine his irritability before.

"What? Mo Fan wants resources to restore the Demon Loan, so do you want it?"

When Han Ji saw that it was Zhang Tao, he smiled on his face.

"Then I don't need it, you know that Mo Fan and I are already juniors.

What about the competition between the school, I have missed the second round of the competition.

There are only four nomination tickets on this road. I previously won one vote in Hangzhou City and Mo Fan won two votes.

I have one vote in school, so now we only have two votes per person. Look... yes... there are quite a lot of people who have votes in ancient times, right!"

To be honest, this kind of benefit is still very embarrassing.

"This is easy to say, just four tickets! It's very simple to arrange. Depending on your appearance, what else is there?"

Han Ji looks like you have nothing to say even if you mention it.

"I just like you, so I won't go around the corner. I know that Mo Fan kicked the Liuli Huangyu from you..."

"You want it too? There seems to be nothing special about that thing except for its better appearance!" Han Ji said with some confusion.

"Of course I don't need that flashy thing anymore! I want a high-quality magic tool!"

Zhang Tao was beaten around the bush and finally expressed his purpose.

He actually still has magic tools, and he has money to exchange them.

But what you can buy in the world is more average.

When Mo Fan was in Hangzhou before, he got the armor of the totem Xuansnake and created a set of armor of good quality for himself.

I have been showing off in front of myself several times.

This kind of thing is something that can save your life at critical moments, and Zhang Tao still cares more about it.

Han Ji naturally knew what the high-quality magic tool that Zhang Tao said meant. After thinking about it, he agreed.
Chapter completed!