v 1.3.9

Type: Role-playing

Size: 650MB

Rating: 9.9

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Label: Horror War Theme Horizontal Game Survival Class

This is my war. What should I pay attention to on the eighth day of this war? The following is what the author brings to you. This is the eighth day of my war, my war. I hope it helps you!

Eighth day

I feel much better. I looked at the trap. It seems that these little things also suffered in the war, and they fell into the trap I designed carefully one by one.

After we finished the security system, it rang immediately. I thought there was something wrong with the equipment, but I didn't expect someone to come.

He said that the place where we live is the home of a friend of his, and his friend may come back, so let's keep these drugs.

He thinks we have the ability to protect these drugs. I know he means these security alarms. We accepted his request. If his friend comes back, I hope he won't kick us out.

This reminds me of a little thing yesterday. Some people left some books here, hoping to get them back after the war. It seems that the safety of our shelter has been affirmed, which makes me proud. I will protect these precious materials. I like people who study.

Tired, we hurried to bed again until night fell again. My injury has improved a lot because of the bandage, and the safety system at home has been quite perfect, so I decided to let Cvita rest at home. Today is my night!

I came to the ruins where the fire made me curious.

Found a lot of useful parts, but also met a person who really wanted to eat. Looking at his pitiful appearance, I took out some raw meat from my backpack and gave it to him. He picked it up and swallowed it, completely ignoring the disgusting smell. It seems that he is really hungry.

He said many words of thanks, and I was speechless. Then he suddenly remembered something and dragged me to a corner. He said he had hidden some good things for me.

He said that this is the treasure he has always treasured and will give it to me now. To tell the truth, I am a little disdainful of these things, but it would be heartless not to wear them on his simple and honest smile, so I took the useless gem and left the bottle of wine to this silly boy.

If it were true, I wouldn't give him a penny if he met such a beggar in his prime, but now. . . What's wrong with me?