In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

"Hey, the schoolbag is quite big. It looks like it contains a lot of good things, right?"

The leading man wore two down jackets, and his body was tightly wrapped like a rice dumpling, but his slightly fat figure could still be seen through them.

The smiles on the faces of the other men were also extremely wanton, and they were discussing how to distribute the materials on Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai's bodies, as if they were dead.

Song Jinhe pressed his tongue against his cheek and said lazily: "Are we going to start dividing the spoils now? I haven't agreed yet."

A bald middle-aged man rubbed his hands, his eyes never leaving Song Jinhe.

"This girl is quite exciting. We just killed the last one, so a new one is here to make up for her, which is pretty good."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Tang Dao in Song Jinhe's hand swung violently. First, a line of blood appeared on the bald man's neck, and then a large amount of blood spattered out, staining the peeling wall inside the building red.

The smell of blood filled the air among several people, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense. The people in this group were a little more wary when they looked at Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai.

I thought I just tricked two little sheep into coming in, but I didn’t expect that these sheep would actually go after someone!

They exchanged glances, not intending to continue talking nonsense, and rushed forward with weapons in hand.

The weapons are not fancy, they are just the most common axes, shovels, and hammers. Naturally, they are not as good as the well-forged Tang Dao in Song Jinhe's hand.

But before she could take action to deal with another person, she saw Cheng Qianhuai rush over with a sharp knife sharpened to reflect light and easily kill the group of people.

Song Jinhe's hand holding the Tang Dao froze in mid-air, his mind still playing Cheng Qianhuai's crisp skills just now, and his eyes became bright.

"Every move you make will directly kill someone. Can you teach me?"

She actually has some kung fu, but it's all the three-legged cat kung fu she learned from fighting in the crowd in her previous life. It's more than enough to deal with a few ordinary people, but if she really meets the Lian family, she doesn't have much chance to resist. .

But Cheng Qianhuai was different. He killed these strong adult men just like he killed chickens. His speed and strength were well controlled, and he was obviously not comparable to her.

If she really succeeds in her apprenticeship, she will train herself at home every day. If she encounters someone with ulterior motives in the future, she will not be able to escape and will have the opportunity to fight back.

Cheng Qianhuai naturally would not refuse. Seeing the expectation in her eyes, her ears were also stained with a small blush: "If you want to learn, I will definitely teach you, but you have to start the semester from the basics, which may be a bit difficult. .”

When he first started learning, he was no longer at his best age. He didn't know how much blood he had shed and how much sweat he had shed in order to have this skill.

The funds he used to build the company before the end of the world were piled up from the bonuses he won from underground boxing rings.

There was no way, he was a wild child that his parents didn't want. If he wanted to have a chance to stand side by side with her, he could only fight for the chance with his life.

In Cheng Qianhuai's heart, Song Jinhe was a princess, and she was born to be a girl who should be pampered and well-dressed.

He grew up in the quagmire, and he couldn't drag her in, so he could only pave the way with blood, climb out step by step, and continue to climb to the top.

But when he succeeded, he began to shrink back. She was clean. Could a vulgar person like him really get his hands on such a clean girl?

Human beings will always feel inferior in front of the one they love, and then continue to magnify their disadvantages.

Listening to Cheng Qianhuai saying that it would be very difficult, Song Jinhe waved his hands indifferently: "It's okay, I can endure hardship."

She has suffered a lifetime of hardship and knows why she ended up like that in her last life.

One is that she is mentally ill and mistakenly trusted her father, and the other is that she is not strong enough to find a good way out for herself.

People who are afraid of hardship and fatigue will not be able to survive the scorching heat in the last days. If they want to survive, they can only force themselves to run forward, even though the front is full of thorns.

Cheng Qianhuai stopped talking after hearing what she said with certainty. The two of them found a set of keys from the body on the ground and stepped forward to open the door of 903.

The scene inside shocked Song Jinhe. Dozens of corpses were thrown on the balcony and let the wind and snow shine brightly. They were like frozen blocks of ice, and the painful expressions before death still remained on their faces.

She frowned and backed away, closed the balcony door and continued to investigate the situation in other houses.

Sure enough, the master bedroom has become a storage place for supplies, food, cotton-padded clothes, mineral water frozen into ice cubes, medicines, and weapons.

I'm afraid these are all obtained from the owners of the corpses. The accumulation here has become a medal for these bandits.

Song Jinhe rubbed his brows, picked out the smallest down jacket and cotton-padded jacket and trousers and went downstairs. He put all the clothes on the little boy and raised a smile when he saw his trembling and thin body recover.

"Is it warmer? By the way, what's your name?"

The little boy sniffed, put the biscuit in his hand into his pocket like a treasure, and carefully answered: "My name is Lele, Gao Lele."

Song Jinhe raised his eyes and looked at the empty ice around him, feeling a little worried: "Don't you have any family? Did you live here alone before the end of the world?"

Lele shook his head: "I am with my sister. My sister went out to look for supplies three days ago and left me at home.

But these bad guys pried open the door, and after catching me, they forced me to go out and deceive others. If I couldn't deceive, I would be beaten, without food or thick clothes. "

Song Jinhe's eyes darkened. Was his sister going out to search for supplies or did she want to leave him behind as a burden?

She didn't know the facts, so she didn't want to jump to conclusions.

But if this child continues to stay here, he will one day be caught by the next batch of survivors, and his fate will definitely be worse than before.

But she had no intention of bringing a small oil bottle home to keep. She was not so kind. The reason why she helped the little boy today was just to collect supplies.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Jinhe spoke again: "Do you know where your sister went to find supplies? What is her name?"

The boy opened his mouth and before he could make a sound, his eyes suddenly burst out with joy when his eyes touched Song Jinhe's back.

"My name is Gao Youyou, and I am Lele's sister."

When Song Jinhe heard this, he turned around and saw a woman carrying three large schoolbags appearing behind her. The schoolbags were quite large and looked as if they could crush her to the ground in the next moment.

Lele suddenly threw herself into the woman's arms, and the grievances and fears she had held back for a long time were pouring out like a reservoir that had opened its gates.

"Sister! Sister, you are finally back, wuwuwuwuwu, I thought you didn't want me anymore, it hurts so much."

He cried heartbreakingly, while Gao Youyou patted his back gently to help him calm down, but the look he looked at Song Jinhe was not good.

"What did you do to my brother?"