Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

The girl shrank back, her eyes fell on Fan He who was standing in front of her, and begged, "Can you please not want us, he, he..."

They met Fan He halfway. He had a cold personality, but they didn't know why he joined his team. Just before Tong Xiyuan and the others came, the muscular man had bad intentions towards the two girls, but Fan He stood in front of them.

The muscular man understood what the girl meant, laughed a few times and said to Fan He: "Look, you want to be a hero and save the beauty, but she just wants to push you to block the knife. Hahaha, interesting, really interesting."

The girl turned pale, pulled her sister's clothes and lowered her head, thinking, is it her fault? In the end times, who doesn't want to protect themselves?

"Yeah, it's really interesting." Fan He raised his eyebrows and smiled. Zombies just look disgusting, but people are disgusting inside and out. He was just testing them, and these people all revealed their true colors.

It's so boring, let's all go to hell.

The fingers hanging by his side moved slightly, as if sending a signal to the zombies in the distance, leading a huge tide of zombies to rush here.

The muscular man was unaware of this. Seeing Fan He smiling, he thought Fan He was willing. He reached out to touch Fan He's face, "Interesting, right? I'll show you something more interesting."

Fan He's eyes turned cold, and a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand hanging by his side. When he was about to cut off the muscular man's five fingers, a soft green twig stopped the muscular man's action.

"Hiss." His wrist felt painful and itchy as if it was pricked by some crystal thorn. The muscular man withdrew his hand and scratched frantically while looking at Tong Xiyuan. "Don't you say that you should keep your distance from others? Why are you meddling in other people's business?"

Fan He silently retracted the dagger, as if the person who had the murderous intent just now was not himself, and looked at Tong Xiyuan with an innocent face.

Tong Xiyuan walked towards the muscular man, and Meng Bai called out, "Brother Yuan."

Having been accustomed to such things in the apocalypse, Meng Bai didn't really want Tong Xiyuan to get involved. After all, the girl they just mistakenly thought was oppressed turned around and sold out Fan He. Who could guarantee that Fan He was a good person?

But Tong Xiyuan did not stop. He walked to Fan He step by step. He slightly turned sideways and first glanced at the plant extending from the high window of the abandoned factory, then glanced at the muscular man's wrist and said, "It's poisonous."

"What?" The muscular man was horrified. He looked down and found that his stabbed wrist had swollen as thick as a bowl, red and black, and was numb to the point of having no feeling.

His younger brothers surrounded him angrily, shouting, "Detoxify our big brother, or we'll kill you!"

"There is no antidote. If you want to live, cut off your hand." Tong Xiyuan had no mercy on this kind of person. He turned his face away and ignored him. Anyway, the poison would only last for a blink of an eye. If he didn't cut off his hand now, it would immediately attack his heart and kill him.

"Impossible." The muscular man was unhappy. He didn't want to lose a hand for no reason, but the next second, he felt pain in his whole arm.

The younger brothers quickly advised: "Brother, your arm is purple, just listen to him and chop it off."

"Get lost," the muscular man pushed them aside and tried to grab Tong Xiyuan, shouting, "Stop, untie me--"

The sound stopped abruptly, and everyone saw the muscular man stagger a few times and fall backwards like a corpse.

The two girls hugged each other and screamed in fear.

The younger brothers were stunned and took a step back, trying to stay away from Tong Xiyuan.

It took less than a minute and their eldest brother died!

terrible!

Tong Xiyuan looked enviously at the plant swaying in the wind on the high window. If it were also a poisonous plant, it would not have been pulled out of its leaves by passers-by when it was still a vine until it was almost bald.

He looked at Fan He and moved slightly. The two girls hiding behind Fan He immediately trembled with fear, mistakenly thinking that Tong Xiyuan's next target was themselves. While shouting "Don't kill us", they wished they could embed themselves into the wall.

"..." Tong Xiyuan was silent for a moment, then smiled kindly, "I won't kill you."

But because of what happened just now, Tong Xiyuan would not help them.

The two sisters breathed a sigh of relief. The younger sister thought for a moment and said, "Thank you for helping us kill him."

Tong Xiyuan frowned and said, "I'm not..."

"Tsk." Fan He, who had been silent all the time, suddenly walked out of the abandoned factory and happened to bump into Tong Xiyuan's shoulder as he took a step.

His emotions were unclear, but it was obvious that he was filled with low pressure.

Tong Xiyuan turned his head and stared at his back, and when he was about to follow him, the girl called him.

"Don't worry about him," the girl pursed her lips, stood up and took Tong Xiyuan's arm and said, "He has always been like this, with a sullen face towards everyone."

Tong Xiyuan brushed her hand away in an instant, "Sorry, we are not familiar with each other."

No matter how kind-hearted he is, he will not help anyone who intends to hurt Vanhe.

The girl turned pale for a moment, and she said with a half-crying face: "Please be a good person and help me and my sister. Otherwise, they--"

She looked with lingering fear at the muscular men's younger brothers who were afraid of Tong Xiyuan and dared not approach her. She knew very well that once Tong Xiyuan left, those people would come to bully her and her sister.

The girl put on a pitiful expression. She had a good look and it was by acting pitiful that she got the muscular man to agree to take her and her sisters with him. She thought that Tong Xiyuan would agree to do the same now.

Unexpectedly, Tong Xiyuan rejected her sternly, "If you can't learn to be independent, you won't live long even if I help you go to the base."

The base in the end times is not a utopia. If you have beauty but no ability to gain a foothold, you will just become a plaything of some people after entering.

Tong Xiyuan no longer cared about the two girls and chased in the direction where Fan He left.

The wind blew outside the window, and a gust of wind carrying moisture swirled in front of Tong Xiyuan. The faint scent of green plants reminded him that hundreds of zombies were approaching outside.

Tong Xiyuan paused slightly, and when passing by Meng Bai, he told him to take good care of Cheng Ruyin and that he would be back soon.

"Brother Yuan, where are you going?" Meng Bai muttered, "Are you going to look for that pretty boy?"

The "pretty boy" Fan He leaned against the trunk of a big tree outside the factory, looking down at the zombies that were surrounding the abandoned factory not far away.

Estimated three minutes left.

He frowned, as if he had already smelled the stench of the zombies.

With a flash of his peripheral vision, Tong Xiyuan pushed open the dilapidated iron gate and walked out. He found Fan He's position almost instantly and looked up at the big tree.

Fan He looked at him, thought of Cheng Ruyin who was in Tong Xiyuan's arms before, and thought that Tong Xiyuan killed the muscular man for the two girls. He judged in his heart that it would not be a pity for a man with a clean appearance but a dirty heart to die.

Something touched his cheek, bringing an itchy feeling. Fan He glanced to the side and saw a palm-sized leaf teasing his face.

He raised his hand to take it off, and heard the people below laughing and saying, "Come down."