The rookie returns and flies in the apocalypse

Those who were buried at sea, those who were used as food, and the blood stains and the like were all cleaned up. Everyone was exhausted and paralyzed. They all had weak hands and feet and sat slumped on the deck unwilling to move.

It was already dark, and the lights on the freighter came on.

After a tiring and frightening day, the light of the light accumulated on the body, gentle and quiet, and people gained temporary peace.

Hula, hula, hula...

People who were resting felt a mosquito bite on their face, and there was a crisp sound. When they opened their eyes, they saw a dead white moth the size of a thumb in their palms.

In a daze, his eyes were covered with white. He didn't take it seriously, and then closed his eyes to rest.

clap, clap, clap...

"Ah, where did so many white moths come from?"

"Oh my God!"

"Go away, go away..."

"..."

At the beginning, there were hundreds or even thousands of them. The more they were driven out, the more they were beaten, the more they were overwhelming.

The mist and the white moths blended together, and in the end, it was no longer clear whether it was the mist or the white moths. They were so densely packed everywhere that it was hard to open your eyes.

"It's itchy, it's so itchy."

"Moths are poisonous. Moths are poisonous. Everyone, please be careful."

"Ah, it's itchy, it's so itchy, damn it, get out of here, get out of here."

"..."

Ning Xiaoqi used his fire power to burn a large area, but it didn't solve any problem. The sky was filled with white moths everywhere, and there was nowhere to hide.

Ning Qiang was also very embarrassed, thrashing about for a long time, destroying one piece, and another one came, and the death continued.

Relying on the tyrannical strength, he closed his eyes and rushed outward.

Ning yelled: "Second...Second Young Master..."

He wanted to say, Second Young Master, take me with you. When he opened his mouth, several moths flew into his mouth, making him stuck and unable to utter another word.

How could Ning Qiang care about him? He was struggling to fly.彡彡訁凊

A white moth is as light as a feather, but weighing down thousands of white moths is no less heavy.

The White Moths are outnumbered and in full momentum. Want to break out? Oh, where can it be done?

How could such a fat prey let you go so easily?

Thousands of white moths screamed, and more white moths surrounded him. Ning Qiang felt that there was a thick wall in front of him, and he could not break through it no matter how hard he rushed.

YAO... half of the sound, twenty or thirty white moths were stuffed in the hawk's mouth, and the second half of the YAO was swallowed by the white moths.

Gah...gah...it was itchy, painful, and nauseating, as if I was being tortured.

The first breakout failed.

As if to vent his anger, he swatted dozens of white moths to death with each claw. He wanted to look up to the sky and howl in depression. He remembered the previous lesson, closed his eagle beak tightly, gathered strength, and rushed upward again.

Realizing that the other side was going to fight, thousands of white moths bit the goshawk's wings.

Ning Qiang felt like he was serving the punishment of ten thousand ants, with blood and tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. He groaned several times, flapped his wings and fanned half of the white moths away.

The white moths fluttered their wings and made an alarm sound that was inaudible to humans. More white moths swarmed to intercept the goshawk.

The goshawk's wings stir up the airflow, and with the goshawk at the center, white moths fly gorgeously like a whirlpool.

More white moths pounced toward the center of the whirlpool sadly, being blown away layer by layer, and then attached to the goshawk layer by layer.

Carrying a white moth two or three times thicker than its own body, the goshawk staggered out of the encirclement. Every time it climbed one meter higher, the white moth on its body was thinned by the wind.

After flying for more than ten minutes, the eagle's body finally revealed its original outline, with only a few strong white moths remaining, still biting the prey under its mouth without giving up.

The goshawk's head and face were covered with large and small bumps stung by white moths. The itching was unbearable, so he plunged into the sea and was immersed in the cold sea water to feel better.

Breathing heavily: "MD, where are so many white moths coming from?"

After wiping the water off his head and face, Ning Qiang was still thinking about what methods they would use to deal with Zuo Ling's family if they were here.

A boatload of people struggled for more than 20 minutes, and there were no less white moths at all.

Guo Qi rushed to the cab under similar pressure as Ning Qiang.

There are also many white moths in the cab. Captain Chang and several of his men are fighting to the death with the white moths.

Guo Qi waved his hands: "Woo...wu...uh...uh...cough...cough..."

Captain Chang gestured: "Uh... uh... oh... oh... oh... oh..."

It was all a breathy sound, not a single word with any Chinese meaning.

But both of them understood what the other was saying.

One said, sail the boat, sail the boat, get out of this damn place quickly.

The other said, OK, you go to weigh the anchor and I will start the boat.

Guo Qi braved layers of white moths to lift the anchor. The journey was difficult and the journey back was equally bumpy.

After waiting for the boat to start, more than twenty minutes passed. At this time, only a few people were still able to fight against the white moths.

Yang Chengang, Chen Hao, and Di Fei stood back to back, each waving a lit firewood in their hands, confronting the white moths.

Most people are holding their heads and curling up into a ball. They can't beat them, so do whatever they want.

The white moths used their extremely monotonous makeup skills to make everyone on the ship look like fat white bears.

Occasionally, there will be a failure, and immediately more white moths will fly over unbelievingly, carving out breathtaking beauty.

The sound of boats sounded, and Young Master Ning, who was still bathing in the sea, cursed:

"Damn, I haven't boarded the boat yet, what kind of boat are we sailing?"

He wanted to transform and follow, but he was afraid of the terrifying white moths attacking him, so he sneezed loudly and shook his head: "Just wait a while."

Ah...ah sneeze...ah sneeze...sniffing my nose, it seems like I'm catching a cold!

He punched it in anger, causing thousands of splashes, MD, bad luck, even drinking cold water would hurt his teeth.

The white moths formed a wall, making it difficult to see where the road was. Captain Chang could only rely on his feeling and go wherever there were fewer white moths.

Coincidentally, the direction of the freighter's travel was exactly the direction that Zuo Ling's family left.

After walking for more than an hour, Bai Mozi finally stopped following, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

They looked at each other, hissing... ha... it hurt... they gasped.

I wanted to laugh and cry, all of them were completely unrecognizable, their heads and faces were so swollen that they couldn't even see their original appearance.

In the end of the world, there is lack of food and clothing, and most people are skinny and skinny. If their eyes and lips were not so swollen, they would show a bit of the plumpness that they should have before the end of the world.

With a splash, a fat goshawk folded down in embarrassment, losing its feathers and making a hissing sound.

Puchi...puchi...puchi...

Everyone noticed Ning Qiang's eagle posture when he arrived, but now, two Ning Qiang met for the first time.

The second young master... is too plump, and everyone in the Ning family doesn't want to laugh, but, but, but, he can't help it, what should he do?

Ning Qiang felt sad and uncomfortable. He showed his dignity and scanned the whole place.

Puchi...puchi...puchi...

At this time, Ning Qiang's eyes were squeezed into a line, his facial lines were swollen and bright, his red lips were thick and thick, his claws... no, his hands were swollen, like a brown bear that had stolen honey.

It's okay if he doesn't put on airs, but when he does, it becomes ridiculous.

We all have similar images. Don’t laugh at the eldest brother, but who told Ning Qiang to stand in the middle of the deck and not laugh at you? Who are you laughing at?

Ha... hurts... hiss... ha... hurts...

For a moment, strange breathing sounds came and went.

Ning couldn't stand it anymore and quickly dragged his embarrassing second young master back to his own camp.

Guo Qi ordered his people to get some salt water, soapy water, and mosquito bite ointment to detoxify and reduce swelling.

A few bites from one or two white moths is not a big problem, but with so many white moths, the accumulation of toxins can be fatal.

Jin Yu didn't have a good idea. Guo Qi ordered people to put up a large pot and boil several large pots of water for everyone to apply hot compresses.

There was not enough fresh water or firewood. Human lives were at stake and there was no way to save on them.

While He Xiao was applying it to his face, he was thinking through the abacus in his mind. Which item should be cut to make up for the unexpected expenses?

Ning Qiang turned over his swollen hands, which were so swollen that he couldn't bear to look at them, and sighed. It would be comfortable to soak in the sea water for a while, but sea water cannot be disinfected, and there may be an infection, which is why the swelling became like this.

Chao Ning winked. Although he had no aura at all, Ning had been with Ning Qiang for a long time and immediately understood what his master meant.

He pushed everyone away and grabbed a basin of soapy water by himself. Ning Xiaoqi became even more arrogant and grabbed two tubes of ointment with his hands.

Everyone was angry but dared not speak. Guo Qi and Yang Chengang saw this and shook their heads without saying anything.

The thrilling day finally passed. Everyone was exhausted and just wanted to rest early. They didn’t even want to eat.

Ning Qiang sent Mr. Ning to find where Guo Qi wanted to live.

Guo Qi was happy and directly allocated the container house allocated to Zuo Ling's family to the Ning family.

Sighing privately: "I'm taking advantage of you."

What could he do? Zuo Ling let it go. He also pointed at Ning Qiang to see that Ning Qiang could lend a hand in trouble because of his pitiful love.

……

Zuo Ling was sleeping soundly. She deliberately turned off her perception and had no idea what was happening outside.

Not wanting to run into Guo Qi and the others, he stayed in the space for three consecutive days without leaving.

On the fourth day, transfer to the shuttle boat to travel.

We just walked not far, huh? Lian Shuo led people into the space.

Pei Nansheng frowned, expressing dissatisfaction with his sister's behavior of entering the space without saying hello.

"The freighter is still there." Zuo Ling explained.

"what?"

Pei Nansheng was surprised. His mental strength was far inferior to that of his younger brothers and sisters, and he did not see the freighter.

Xiaohao wondered: "Strange, why haven't they left yet."

"Maybe the boat is broken down. Leave them alone and let us go."

To avoid trouble, the family of five transferred to a submarine when they had more space.

An hour later, Zuo Ling frowned.

"Stop, stop."

Pei Nansheng also realized that something was wrong. The freighter was not far away from them.

Xiaohao said: "How could this happen?"

Pei Nansheng and Zuo Ling looked at each other for a long time and uttered three words at the same time: "Ghost hits the wall."