Unlimited resurrection in survival game

When Suman went out from the room, the women outside all looked at her nervously, for fear that she would announce something unacceptable to them, such as whether to let them go home.

"That." As soon as she started a conversation, those women became more nervous, and some even cried before she finished speaking, wiping away their tears, "He won't go home! Anyway, he won't go home!"

Everyone's spirits were already tense, and now they were even more detonated by that sentence, and they all wiped away their tears, as if it was the first time they met Su Man.

"Didn't tell us to go home." Suman pressed his legs expressionlessly, "Don't cry, crying can't solve anything, just listen to him first, and don't ask for random speculation."

With her promise, those women were calmed down, and they were very restless and impatient. They were all red. If Su Man continued to let them do what they did just now, it would not be the same!They really can't do it!The fault was on the husband's face, the little courage they had seemed to disappear in an instant, and what was born was the fear that could completely swallow them up.No matter whether you try it once or thousands of times, it will not change.

Although it was not intentional, it also inadvertently distinguished those people, and it was so close, as if everyone had become their own protagonist, no longer an "aunt" who was running around for life, but instead Is it alive.

To be honest, in fact, the appearance of the women who appeared there is not bad. After all, it is not the eyes of some "spectators". Whether it has been destroyed by life, but the beauty is still there, and different people have different temperaments, and the feeling of being noisy is stronger after grouping.

They didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in her gourd, and Bu Luo knew the implementation of Dong's consciousness very well, so they divided into groups according to her words.

"Take that time as the first indulgence in our life. Those who like to sing can sing, those who like to dance can dance, those who like to draw can paint, and those who don't like anything, just practice smiling and look at the people around me. Make people smile, practice praise, and praise the people around you." Suman said to them so wrongly.

"Really practice freely." Suman retracted his gaze and nodded, "Is there any condition? He begged everyone in each of our groups to have a program. Everyone participates."

"Are they really practicing casually?" The women were a little dazed after they were divided into groups, for fear that they might have misinterpreted Suman's meaning.

They thought that Suman could understand them, but could Suman still let them practice that useless thing?

But it was a little different, she no longer begged them to fantasize about who was in front of her, nor did she need them to fantasize about how to kill someone, they changed the theme that time—indulgence.

At that time, the painter begged to raise his leg, "They."

They didn't finish talking, so Suman took it, "We'll start painting now, and hand over our work to him before six o'clock in the morning."

Those "ordinary people" who were about to practice smiling in the leftovers didn't open their mouths very much. Suman said: "During that period, we praised our 'colleagues', praised her for singing well, praised her The painting is good, praise her for dancing well, whatever we want to praise, just ask to make people happy, and when the time comes, he will tell us what we need to do."

Could what Su Man said be much simpler than what Lin Yarou and Li Fang said before? Although everyone thought it was absurd, they didn't find it so difficult to accept. What's more, they picked up the previous ruthlessness again, which was a bit The sense of joy that is eager to try, as if something deep in the outer heart has been revived again.

Just after she finally found her place for those women, Xiao Jing suddenly came to her in a hurry, "Suman, it's not a bad feeling." (End of this chapter)