He finally took the food, and tears fell to the ground.
"They... really just want to survive," Chen Wei's voice was very light and almost dissipated in his ears.
Liora stood quietly in place, looking at the more than 100 ragged and skinny survivors in front of her. Her fingertips slowly tightened, and a corner of her heart was gently touched.
They are not wrong. They are not enemies. They are just ordinary people abandoned by this world.
But she holds resources and choices in her hands.
"Hmm..." She sighed softly, her eyebrows slightly raised, and a thought suddenly popped up in her mind.
"By the way, I still have a factory."
Her eyes lit up for a moment.
For a month, the automated factory controlled by the system has quietly produced nearly 500 packs of instant noodles. At that time, she was in the depths of the Misty Forest or sleeping for a whole week after killing a ninth-order mutant zombie, and this batch of instant noodles was quietly produced during that time.
