Apocalypse: The Fat Lady Strikes Back

President Qiao Ayaka waved at Song Yuan in embarrassment, signed the investment contract, and wrapped it in a kraft paper bag from her survival backpack, took out the remaining bits and pieces of energy coupons, and handed them all to Lu Lecheng.

Next, the general manager of the company's production department and purchasing department also worked part-time: Lu Lecheng's personal bodyguard came over to say hello to Qiao Lingxiang.

One by one, they yelled President Qiao, President Qiao, and called Qiao Lingxiang into a coma.

Everyone seemed to be talking in Qiao Lingxiang's ear, and her reaction was a little slow, and getting slower and slower. Then, she tilted her head, her feet went soft, and she felt that she had fallen into a state of paralysis.

Ayaka!

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Cen caught Qiao Lingxiang's limp body, raised his sword eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to Qiao Lingxiang's forehead.

She has a fever again.

Cen Yi carried Qiao Lingxiang to his off-road vehicle and was about to tell Zhao Long when he turned around. Zhao Long had already pressed the headset and asked Mu Wenbin to get some disfigured bodyguards from Wen Yuansi to come over. up.

There is no need for Cen Yi to order this kind of thing now, as long as someone has a fever, just send the person and the energy crystal to Qiao Lingxiang's direction.

On the off-road vehicle that had been cleaned up by Qiao Lingxiang, Qiao Lingxiang couldn't move and looked at Cen Yi who was close at hand, and said very sorry:

Brother Cen Yi, I have caused you trouble again.

Her reaction was obvious. She must have been infected with a mutating virus again, and she didn't know which generation it was.

Where is it, what do you mean by causing trouble?

Cen Yi put Qiao Lingxiang on the passenger seat of the car. He stood outside the car, took off his coat, bent down, took his own coat in his hand, entered the car, and covered Qiao Lingxiang's body with the coat.

Looking at the expression on the girl's face again, Cen put one hand on Qiao Lingxiang's head, stretched out the other hand, touched her head, and asked with a frown:

How did you get injured this time? I don't know what danger you are in?

Qiao Lingxiang pursed her lips and wanted to shake her head. She didn't dare to say that she only touched the flower he gave her, for fear that Cen might take it out and destroy it.

But she found that she couldn't even shake her head now, and she couldn't move her whole body.

So the thorns of that flower have mutated viruses!

Although the mutated virus this time also caused her a high fever, it didn't give her a severe sense of dizziness like the last time, it just made her fall into a state of paralysis.

She felt that she needed to remind Cen Yi, so she moved her lips and said:

Brother Cen, the algebraic update of this mutating virus has become more and more powerful. I can't even move now, not at all.

Isn't that dangerous?

Cen Yi turned around, squeezed Qiao Lingxiang, sat on the side of the passenger seat, looked at her sideways, and said:

If in the last days, someone is infected with this algebraically mutating virus, he can't move at all, wouldn't he just let others do whatever he wants?

Well, speaking of it, it's also a sharp weapon for assassinating people.

Qiao Lingxiang spoke with a bit of a tongue. She leaned against the passenger seat and wanted to laugh, but she felt her face was numb. She didn't know if she laughed, so she said with a big tongue:

Brother Cen Yi, don't touch the flower you gave me.

After finishing speaking, she refused to speak anymore, because her entire facial muscles had a chain reaction of paralysis, and the words she spoke became less and less clear, and it became more and more difficult to speak.

As the night darkened little by little, Qiao Lingxiang's weight slowly disappeared little by little. She was numb all over and sat in the passenger seat without any resistance. Behind her was Lu Zhengqing, who was also unknown.

Cen Yi squeezed Qiao Lingxiang, also sitting in the passenger seat, looking sideways at Qiao Lingxiang beside him.

She closed her eyes slightly, breathed lightly, and her cheeks became thinner and thinner.

The moonlight passed through the car window and fell on her fair face. The fashionable black armor on her body shimmered brightly in the moonlight.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange. Cen Yi stretched out his hand, gently scratched the tip of Qiao Lingxiang's nose with a finger, and said in a low voice:

sorry.

It's his fault that she's always been hurt lately.

Come, come, come.

In a somewhat strange atmosphere, Zhao Long turned a disfigured bodyguard with a black hood over his head. The bodyguard's hands were tied behind his back, and the hood on his head was deliberately added to the bodyguard by Mu Wenbin and the others.

The purpose is to make the bodyguard completely unaware of what is going to happen to him, and to keep Qiao Lingxiang's secret to the greatest extent possible.

Cen Yi sat on the passenger seat with the door open without saying a word, reached out, picked up Qiao Lingxiang's hand, and pressed it against the struggling bodyguard's neck.

Fortunately, although Qiao Lingxiang is paralyzed and unable to move at all, she can still absorb energy.

However, the constantly mutating virus she is currently infected with does not consume a lot of physical energy, which is about 1 catty of fat every half an hour. Based on her discounted absorption capacity, it is equivalent to her every half hour , It is necessary to absorb 2 catties of fat from the bodyguard.

Then, in just one night, after ten hours passed, Qiao Lingxiang's body slowly regained consciousness.

If this was the case, Qiao Lingxiang felt that this could only mean that the little flower Cen Yi gave her was not fatal after being touched.

She tilted her head, looked at Cen Yi who was standing outside the car door, who had been guarding her all night, and stretched out her hand, intending to tug at the corner of his clothes, but when her arm was stretched out in mid-air, it fell off.

Cen Yi seemed to have eyes in his back, and threw a handful of gold needles all over the sky, nailing the little zombie mice that Fanyou had brought over to the ground. He turned around, looked at Qiao Lingxiang in the passenger seat, and asked:

woke up?

Um.

Qiao Lingxiang nodded, not feeling dizzy or blushing, but rather refreshed.

It's like a person who has a fever, a cold and a blocked nose, suddenly all the seven orifices are open.

Looking at Cen Yi again, he was bending over with his hands on the side of the car door, watching her carefully.

He stretched out his hand, I don't know how many times, touched her forehead, and said:

Fortunately, the high fever has not returned.

Last night, Qiao Lingxiang had a fever until midnight. After she absorbed 20 catties of fat from a disfigured bodyguard, the high fever slowly subsided. In the end, she felt nothing except being unable to move.

He simply slept in the passenger seat.

Seeing Cen Yi sit in and squeeze into the passenger seat with her again, Qiao Lingxiang pointed to the scarlet flower under the front window and said:

Brother Cen Yi, help me get two energy stones and put them in the flowerpot.

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