Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

The girl's eyes were indifferent, and Song Yan suddenly felt a pang in his heart. She had too many secrets, which made Song Yan feel that this person would disappear at any time.

The zombie's familiar look at Hua Xia made Song Yan feel like there was something stuck in his throat and he felt suffocated.

Hua Xia felt a little uncomfortable with that look, and blinked slowly, saying softly: "Brother, I don't know him."

Song Yan nodded and turned around silently. The only thing that was certain was that everyone might be in danger, but Hua Xia was safe and sound.

The Zombie King will not hurt her, in fact, the opposite is true.

On the opposite side, the Lord God's face suddenly turned dark when Song Yan touched Hua Xia. His neck was slightly tilted, his completely black pupils spread danger, and his eyes were full of disgust.

Step by step, he slowly walked towards the two of them.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha." You big idiot, xxx, that broken dirty hand xxx, let go of this Lord God!

Hua Xia: “…”

The Zombie King's low and hoarse voice began to fluctuate, and his emotions were unstable. Seeing the Zombie King approaching, everyone subconsciously wanted to move their feet and retreat, but they froze in place. The only part they could move was their necks, and they all turned their heads to look at Hua Xia. Although they knew she was talking nonsense, they now hoped that she would translate it quickly. It would be better than nothing!

It’s good to have some comfort!

The hope that was about to overflow from everyone's eyes seemed to be saying, "Brother, please translate it quickly!"

Forehead......

It feels a bit too much.

Wu Zhi and Jie Sheng were mortal enemies. When mortal enemies meet, it will be a life-and-death fight.

What's more, she added a piece of firewood, which made the fire burn even more vigorously.

With Song Yan and Hua Xia standing beside him as the center of the circle, the surrounding air began to deform and waves appeared visible to the naked eye.

It is Song Yan’s special ability.

Out of his instinctive fear of the Lord God, 250 screamed: [Host, if you don't stop me, I'm going to be finished! ]

Give up... not to the point of...

Hua Xia sighed slightly. Song Yan, who was guarding in front of her, had a complicated look in his eyes. He said "oh" and let go of the hand that was holding Song Yan's clothes and let it hang beside his legs. Song Yan in front of him probably felt that she let go, so he clasped his hand on her other wrist, turned his back and did not look back.

Hua Xia was silent for a moment, raised her other hand until it was just right for Jie Sheng to see it, then she bent her five fingers slightly and clenched her fist lightly.

A silent warning.

The black-faced main god who was approaching paused for a moment, and then his expression changed instantly to become relaxed and lazy, as if he had not done anything to bite people just now.

The Zombie King took a step back and shrugged slightly: "Huh!" Tsk!

While everyone felt like they had escaped a calamity, they were all thinking, this zombie king must be a master of face-changing!

Hua Xia pulled Song Yan, and the supernatural powers around him dissipated.

The crowd had no idea what was going on. They looked at Hua Xia and asked, "What did the Zombie King say again?"

He only uttered a sigh.

Hua Xia opened her mouth and said, "He said he would let you go."

"Really?" Why is it so unbelievable? The number of words in this sentence is wrong...

Someone took two steps forward experimentally, but the zombie king and the zombie army behind him did not move at all.

Hua Xia was speechless at the Lord God's picking quarrels. She raised her fist and yawned: "Let me go~"

The Zombie King turned slightly: "Hehe. (Of course)"

The crowd didn't understand what was being said, but they were not blind to what was being said. In front of them, the zombie army moved in unison to make way for them.

The people around were shocked.

Song Yan said in a deep voice: "Get in the car."

The convoy drove out along the newly vacated road, and the driver stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than ever before.

No one spoke along the way. After the convoy had been rolling for a long time, everyone looked at the rearview mirror in a daze. There was no sense of reality, no sense of having escaped.

In the rearview mirror, in addition to the road moving backwards, on both sides of the road were familiar zombies that heard the noise and were chasing the convoy, low-level zombies, normal-level zombies, and decent zombies.

Things that I hated so much in the past now seem so cute.

The group, who had hardly stopped to rest along the way, began to talk after seeing the high walls and gates of the B City Security Base. Their hearts, which had been lifted up as if they were being chased, suddenly dropped to the ground.

The convoy stopped at the starting point one after another, and everyone got off the vehicle to organize the supplies.

"City B is so close to City C, will those zombies come over?"

"It feels like a dream that we made it back alive."

"But it seems that the number of guards in this base has increased a lot?"

Song Yan's men were very calm towards the additional patrol teams. After getting off the car, Xie Qingyang looked at these unfamiliar faces with an extremely ugly expression.

Especially when none of the guards at the door were visible.

I always have a bad feeling.

"Doctor, get out of the car. I'll ask another car to take you to the laboratory." Xie Qingyang managed to remain calm and spoke gently to Dr. Yuan, who was sitting in the car with his head lowered and writing on a piece of white paper.

The laboratory was built earlier when we reached a cooperation with Yuan Rui.

The old man in the car remained unmoved. His hands kept moving, and new marks were constantly added to the white paper. No one could understand the scribbles-like symbols.

Xie Qingyang was just about to say it again when he heard the sound of other people getting off the car behind him.

Song Yan's voice sounded, calmly: "I'll take you back."

Then, a girl's voice that impressed everyone and was very easy to distinguish replied, "Okay."

Xie Qingyang didn't turn around. He clenched his teeth after hearing the girl's voice. Dr. Yuan, who had been unmoved just now, raised his head from the world under his pen and said to Xie Qingyang, "Okay."

Xie Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then realized that the other party was asking him to send him back, and quickly said yes.

After Yuan Rui got off the car, he looked indifferently at Hua Xia who was looking up at Song Yan's car. His eyes were wrinkled deeper and his gaze was dim. The calculation paper in his hand was deformed by being pinched.

[Host, the doctor is watching you. ]

Hua Xia got in the car and waved to Dr. Yuan outside the car window: "Bye, great godfather of mankind."

Yuan Rui's eyes were unclear. Ever since the Lord God appeared as an extremely evolved zombie king and disrupted all his previous plans, the doctor had not made any more impassioned speeches.

Became mute.

Song Yan drove very steadily. Hua Xia stretched one hand out of the car window to enjoy the breeze. She looked at the surrounding environment, this shelter built in the end times, with an indifferent look in her eyes. She murmured, "Boring."

The system didn't dare to interrupt, but Song Yan said, "Put your hand in, it's dangerous."

Hua Xia took her hand back, closed the car window, and looked at Song Yan, who had no expression on his face: "Unhappy?"

"No." Song Yan's voice remained flat, and the car's speed remained consistent.

"If you want to know anything, I'll tell you."