Fast-passing host super cold

Chapter 460 Survival in the Doomsday (44)

After all, the people in the West Region and the Military Region all looked familiar.
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The place where they met was at the junction of the three districts, which was regarded as the center of the entire base. The pre-apocalyptic buildings were well preserved and most of them were usable, including hotels.

Qi Ningtang arranged Qingzhou in his room, forced her to the bed, then bent down to take off her shoes, and said in a low voice, "Have a good sleep here, and if you have anything to do, you can directly communicate with me." Tell me, don't use your talents, if you still wake up from the fever, I will take you to the research institute... Also," Qi Ningtang paused, frowning like a nagging worried old father, "change clothes, clothes It's wet."

Qing Zhou: "..."

The feeling in her heart was a little strange for a while, but she still looked at Qi Ningtang without changing her expression.

Qi Ningtang was stunned for a moment, and his eyes collided with her: "...do you have clothes?"

As he spoke, his ear turned slightly red.

Qing Zhou nodded slightly, followed his strength and shrank into the quilt, raised his feet and lay down slowly: "Yes."

Qi Ningtang looked at the little girl lying in the quilt, her face was flushed with fever, but her expression was still indifferent, her heart throbbed for a moment, and she was distracted by some thoughts that she shouldn't have.

He came back to his senses, scolded himself a beast, then bent down to tuck her in the blanket.

Before going out, he also asked: "Remember to change clothes."

Qingzhou nodded as a response.

Qi Ningtang closed the door of the hotel, leaned against the wall next to him, closed his eyes and frowned, and when he opened his eyes again, his expression had become clear, and he strode out directly without doing any unnecessary moves.
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The atmosphere of this meeting was still very heavy. This wave of unexplained zombies made everyone in the base ring the alarm again—with this time, who can guarantee that there will be no next time.

As a reborn who knows everything, Zhang Tianqin's focus is not on the zombie tide, but on Qi Ningtang.

No matter how slow he reacted, it was not difficult to understand at this moment.

Qi Ningtang survived because of Jing Qingzhou... and Jing Qingzhou's ability to survive with a powerful talent is inseparable from Zhang Tianqin.

This is the calculation to the end, but you have included yourself in the calculation?
All of a sudden, Zhang Tianqin's mind was complicated and annoyed, he frowned and began to think, if it wasn't for the fact that he only had one chance to be reborn, he would have wished to bump his head to death here and start over again.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even hear Master Long calling him.

"Tianqin, Mr. Zhang???" Master Long raised his voice a little, and there was a bit of obscure meaning behind his smile.

Zhang Tianqin no longer has the same enthusiasm for Master Long now, and he is very casual in dealing with it: "Sorry, I was distracted just now."

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone is under a lot of pressure now, I can understand." Although Master Long is from the underworld, he is very smooth. It is said that he is very good at talking, has a good relationship with people, and wins people's hearts. Also a good hand.

"Can you talk about the conjecture about the zombie tide that you said before?" Master Long didn't look annoyed at all.

Zhang Tianqin didn't care about his emotions, nodded and said directly: "Actually, the cause of the zombie wave is related to special games."

What Zhang Tianqin said was not a conjecture, but a fact researched by future researchers.

The special game, that is, the one that Qingzhou and the others have experienced before, the rules of the game are not fixed, but there is one basic rule - no matter how many points are left, they will be cleared directly.Most of the people eliminated in these games are the weaker among the strong, so when these people become zombies, they have an instinctive sense of suppression and leadership over other zombies.

(End of this chapter)