End of the World: Copy 23 trillion gold at the beginning

For Zhao Jingyi and the others, what they are more concerned about now is where this tank came from.

But how could Lin Feng tell them?

Then Lin Feng suddenly said seriously:

"Where we got this tank from? Does it really matter? Just remember that with it, our overall military strength has been raised to a new level."

"But Lin Feng..."

"There aren't that many buts. It's just like where your food, clothing, and daily expenses come from. Do you understand now?"

As soon as Lin Feng said this, the girls couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Because they had been with Lin Feng day and night for such a long time, but in the end, they still did not get Lin Feng's real trust.

"Lin Feng, it's been so long, you still don't trust us?"

"Yes, Brother Feng, we don't have any other intentions. We just want to really get to know you."

"Yes, Afeng, do you really have to be like this?"

"..."

Hearing the words of the girls, Lin Feng laughed, which immediately made Zhao Jingyi and the others feel nervous.

"Lin Feng, what are you laughing at?" Zhao Jingyi asked.

Lin Feng glanced at everyone present one by one before slowly speaking:

"To be honest, sometimes I don't even trust myself, so how can I possibly trust you?"

As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, Zhao Jingyi and the others were speechless. Everyone looked at Lin Feng with complicated expressions, not knowing what to say for a moment.

After all, in this apocalyptic world where people’s hearts are complicated, how could Lin Feng possibly tell them all his secrets?

It seems that what they did was indeed inappropriate.

Seeing that Zhao Jingyi and the others were no longer talking, Lin Feng stretched his body and said:

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll go to sleep first. I'm really tired today."

"If you go to bed at this time, you won't have dinner."

Zhao Jingyi reacted and asked hurriedly, looking at Lin Feng's back.

"No, I'm going to be in seclusion for a month. No one is allowed to disturb me from now on."

Lin Feng said this without even turning his head and walked into the villa, leaving Zhao Jingyi and the others standing there in confusion, staring at each other.

Because Zhao Jingyi and the others really didn't understand what Lin Feng meant.

After all, the word "retreat" often appears in ancient costume fantasy dramas.

But he is in isolation for a month, is that possible?

But how could Zhao Jingyi and the others know that Lin Feng’s top priority now is to improve his proficiency in synthesis skills as quickly as possible?

That's why Lin Feng decided to lock himself in the room for a month and do whatever it takes to improve his proficiency.

Two days later.

In a manor, an old man looked at a young man who had turned into a zombie in an iron cage in front of him, his face showing anger and sadness.

At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed as a servant hurriedly walked up to the old man and said cautiously:

"Master, according to the only surviving woman in the young master's SUV, the young master originally wanted to take people to get the munitions from the military camp as a birthday gift for you today.

But unexpectedly, a tank came out of the barracks and brought out all the zombies inside. Then... then the young master and the rest of the brothers were swallowed up by the zombie tide."

"Hey~"

After hearing the servant's words, the old man looked at the young man in the cage who had turned into a zombie and sighed heavily.

"Silly child, you being able to accompany me every day is actually better than anything else. We have everything at home, so what do we need?"

When the old man said this, he suddenly changed the subject and looked at the servant beside him and said:

"Bring here the woman my son loved most when he was alive. I want her to be locked up with my son so that she can always be with him."

When the servant heard the old man say this, his expression suddenly changed. He couldn't help but look up at the young master who had turned into a zombie in the iron cage, and then he said respectfully:

"Okay, sir, I'll bring her here right now."

After the servant left, the old man looked at his son who had turned into a zombie in the iron cage and muttered to himself:

"My son, I used my system skills, but at most I could only see what happened in the last three minutes of your life. But the man driving the tank was inside the tank the whole time, so I really couldn't see it."

It is obvious that this old man is also a reborn person, and most importantly, he also has the ability to foresee people's past.

Inside Lin Feng's villa.

"Lin Feng, Lin Feng, you haven't eaten for two days. Do you really think you are a god?"

Zhao Jingyi was holding a bowl of cooked noodles and standing at the door of Lin Feng's bedroom, shouting non-stop.

Because Lin Feng hadn't eaten for two days, Zhao Jingyi seemed extremely anxious at this time.

But in the bedroom, while eating sausage, he mechanically tried to put the pistol in his hand into one, and said to the door in a vague way:

"Didn't I already tell you I've eaten? You come here every hour, every hour, aren't you annoying?"

"You think I'm annoying, don't you? It's up to you whether you want to eat it or not. I'll give it to Daha and Erha."

Zhao Jingyi said something angrily and went downstairs with her hips twisted.

But an hour later...

Zhao Jingyi once again appeared at the door of Lin Feng's bedroom, carrying a bowl of hot noodles. She deliberately cleared her throat and said to the door again:

"Lin Feng, Lin Feng..."

"roll!"

"okay."

After Zhao Jingyi responded shamelessly, she went downstairs again with the cooked noodles.

"How's it going, Sister Jingyi? Lin Feng still hasn't eaten?"

But as soon as she came downstairs, Zhao Lusi, Yang Mi, Wang Shuxue and others gathered around her and asked with concern.

Zhao Jingyi sighed helplessly and shook her head at Zhao Lusi and the others...

At this time, Lin Feng was in the bedroom. Apart from sleeping for four or five hours, he would even take advantage of meal times to continue practicing his synthesis skills.

In this way, Lin Feng, in an almost crazy state, managed to increase the proficiency of his synthesis skills to 15%.

"There's still 85% of the proficiency left in the two-in-one synthesis skill, which will allow me to perform three-in-one item synthesis."

At this moment, Lin Feng used his mind to check the proficiency of his synthesis skills. He couldn't help but mutter to himself and then plunged into the crazy mode of improving his synthesis skills and proficiency again.

After all, as time goes by, the zombies outside have evolved to this level, and it is time to collect their crystal cores.

In order to proceed in an orderly manner according to the plan he had previously envisioned, Lin Feng is so anxious now.

but……