Chapter 1201 is our luck

"You guys can just do some simple arranging here first, take a rest, and then eat something." Li Luo's voice was still cold, but with a hint of subtle gentleness.

Everyone hurriedly reached out to catch the big bag that Li Luo threw over, their hearts full of confusion.

They opened the big bags carefully, and when they saw what was inside, everyone was stunned.

The big bag was filled with necessary supplies, including folding tables and chairs, and lighting equipment. What shocked them even more was that there were medicines and food inside.

In this end times, these things are extremely precious, but now they are right in front of them, which is unbelievable.

Wu Qingcang was stunned for a long while before he slowly raised his head and looked at Li Luo, his voice full of surprise and disbelief:

"This...this is all for us?"

Li Luo was currently sitting on the lazy sofa that he had just taken out from the space, and was gently scratching the chin of Potato in his arms with his hand.

She raised her eyes slightly, glanced at Wu Qingcang, and asked, "What else?"

Wu Qingcang and others were flattered, and their eyes were shining with emotion.

In these apocalyptic times, the dark side of human nature is often magnified, and people will do anything to survive.

However, Li Luo's actions made them feel the long-lost warmth and kindness.

Wu Qingcang took a step forward solemnly, his expression full of sincerity and respect.

He lowered his head slightly and said in a deep and grateful tone:

"Thank you so much. In this end times, we are lucky to meet someone like you."

The others followed suit and expressed their gratitude.

Li Luo waved his hand gently, with a hint of gentleness in his cold voice:

"Okay, no need, just go about your business."

Everyone knows that in these last days, time is life and they dare not delay even a little.

Their eyes fell on the empty outpost. Although it was a metal hut, there was nothing inside.

In the past, they had already gotten used to such harsh conditions, and it was no big deal even if they had to sit on the ground.

However, now that Li Luo had provided them with supplies such as folding tables and chairs and lighting equipment, there was naturally no reason for them not to use them.

They moved quickly, placing the folding tables and chairs in appropriate locations.

The tables and chairs seemed to inject a touch of warmth into the cold metal hut, making it feel like a base.

The lighting equipment emits a soft light, as if lighting a lamp of hope in this dark apocalypse, dispelling the fear and anxiety in everyone's hearts.

Although the layout is simple, with these tables, chairs and lights, this temporary base really looks like that.

Then, everyone began to treat each other's injuries.

In this apocalypse, getting injured is commonplace, but this time the injury is particularly serious.

Wu Qingcang's legs were seriously injured. In the previous thrilling battle with Qin Feng, Qin Feng was ruthless and wanted to kill him. He specifically targeted the aorta in his legs which was difficult to defend.

In the moment of life and death, Wu Qingcang relied on his tenacious will and quick reaction to narrowly avoid those fatal attacks.

However, he still could not avoid being hurt completely. Some of the most serious wounds were so deep that the bones were visible. Blood gushed out and stained his trouser legs red.

It was originally just a deep wound, but after another fierce battle, the flesh around the wound became even more broken, and the blood seemed to flow even more violently, as if he might fall into a coma from excessive blood loss at any time.

But as a high-level psychic, Wu Qingcang's strong recovery ability and physique support him.

Although the pain continued to come like a tide, he still clenched his teeth and stubbornly stayed awake.

The injuries of Ajian and Skinny are also not optimistic.

The two men's bodies were covered with blood holes of varying sizes, which were caused by Gou Ya using his speed-related ability to get close to them and then smashing them hard with a mace.

These blood holes became even more hideous and terrifying after the battle. The edges of some wounds had begun to turn black, which was a sign of infection by the filth on the mace.

The skin around the blood hole appeared a terrible purple-blue color, as if telling of the cruelty and bloodiness of the battle.

Every time they moved, they could feel the piercing pain from their wounds, but they also relied on their advantages as high-level psychics to endure the pain and wait for their wounds to slowly heal.

Fat Head's body was covered with burns caused by Hong Ling's fire-related abilities. The scene of the burns was horrifying.

His skin was covered in large areas of redness and swelling, and in some places the blisters had burst, oozing yellow pus.

Some places were even burned black, revealing the bright red flesh inside, as if they had been licked by the devil's flames.

Every breath Fat Head took was accompanied by pain, and his face was full of pain, but he also knew that he had to hold on.

As a high-level psychic, his body was trying hard to repair itself, although the speed was slow, but it at least gave him a glimmer of hope.

Aya and Xiaofei were fine. Their injuries were not serious, but their supernatural powers were severely depleted. Their faces were as pale as paper and they looked very tired.

Although they had no obvious external injuries, the excessive use of their supernatural powers had made their spirits extremely weak, as if they could collapse at any time.

At this time, they helped each other and carefully took out the medicine.

Wu Qingcang gritted his teeth and endured the pain, while Aya and Xiaofei nervously treated the wound on his leg.

They gently wiped the area around the wound with disinfectant, and every wipe made Wu Qingcang sweat on his forehead due to the pain.

The pain was like countless ants gnawing at his nerves, but he said nothing. He just clenched his teeth tightly. The veins on his forehead bulged, showing the tremendous pain he was enduring.

Aya's hands were shaking slightly. As she treated the wound, she said:

"Boss, you have to hold back."

Xiao Fei also comforted him with a worried look on his face:

"Boss, we will treat the wound as soon as possible."

Their movements were extremely gentle, for fear of hurting Wu Qingcang.

Fathead's burns looked serious, but he was better than the others and could move freely.

So he dealt with the burns on his chest alone.

He frowned, endured the pain, and slowly applied the ointment to the burned area.

The moment the ointment touched the wound, it brought a piercing pain, but he did not retreat at all.

He knew that only by treating his wounds as quickly as possible could he continue to survive in this doomsday.

Ajian and Shouzi helped each other apply medicine and bandages.

Their movements were skillful and swift, and although the pain from their wounds made their faces even paler, they did not complain at all.