Dressed as A Full-level Boss’s Palm Pet

Who... let out a painful gasp.

Bai Nansheng asked, "Tao, Tao Wei? Qingsong?"

Wang Qingsong's hoarse voice sounded immediately, "Nansheng, you, are you still alive?"

Bai Nansheng raised his head slightly and looked around for a while, and determined that it was already dawn, and the three of them were still lying in place.

It's just that there are strange plants growing around him?

Bai Nansheng was thirsty and hungry, so he directly pulled a few leaves from the plant, stuffed it in his mouth and chewed it.

- The leaves are rough and a little bitter, but have a lot of water.

Swallowing the juicy and watery leaves, the burning hunger in his stomach was temporarily relieved. Bai Nansheng breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled a few more leaves and handed them to Wang Qingsong, "Qingsong, eat some too, we have to maintain our physical strength..."

Wang Qingsong took the leaves and ate them.

The two took a break for a while, then slowly got up and checked Tao Wei.

Tao Wei is still alive.

But his injuries were the most serious, and he had developed a high fever by now.

As soon as Nan Sheng sat up, he realized that the leaves he and Wang Qingsong had just eaten were sprouted from the lucky sachet given to him by his sister?

He stayed for a while.

But at the moment, he didn't think too much, stumbled to find the body of the American soldier who fired the cold shot before, and captured a lot of guys.

Next, Nan Sheng and Wang Qingsong guarded Tao Wei, firing guns every hour...

The vegetation here is lush and mostly different from the plants in the hometown. Nan Sheng and Wang Qingsong were hungry, but they didn't dare to eat anything else, so they had to keep pulling the leaves that sprouted from the sachets to eat, and also twisted the leaves out of juice and fed them to Tao Wei.

It wasn't until noon on the third day, when Nan Sheng pulled the trigger and fired again, about three or five minutes later, a loud voice finally came from a distance, "Who! Who is firing the gun—"

Nan Sheng and Wang Qingsong heard the familiar voice and were overjoyed, "It's me! Us! Bai Nansheng from the third class! Wang Qingsong from the third class..."