mourning

We headed south all the way, several off-road vehicles passed through several former big cities, and finally groped to the edge of the S area.

Everyone in the car was very excited, even Huang Mao, who was sullen along the way, was no exception.The eldest sister surnamed Huang specially asked Li Hao to make a big pot of mutant beast soup at night.

Li Hao is a fire-type supernatural being. Before the end of the world, he was the chef of a big hotel---it seems that the meat tastes good, and even Mu Qing drank a few more sips.I began to consider the possibility of taking him back to base.

Although I drank it myself, it tasted like chewing tree roots, maybe the roots were better than it.

I pushed Mu Qing.He looked up at me, his mouth was oily and glowing yellow in the firelight.

I handed him a handkerchief and suddenly felt like a beast.

But the yellow hair messed everything up.

"Mu Qing," Huang Mao intentionally sat on Mu Qing's right, with his left hand on his shoulder, "You haven't told us how you escaped from the Zombie King yet."

Bad atmosphere, bad characters, bad topics.

If I were Mu Qing, I would definitely not like such a silly kid who has no eyesight.

An ordinary human escaped from the zombie king, which is of course worthy of celebration.But Mu Qing was the only rank nine in area S at that time. In terms of rank, he was on the same level as the Zombie King.He surrendered without a fight, even if he had good intentions at first, but under the deliberate exaggeration of some people, he became greedy for life and afraid of death, collaborating with the enemy.

Also, Mu Qing lost her crystal nucleus because of this incident, so it can be seen that this fact is really taboo.

Didn't you see that the people over there ran away in embarrassment?

This yellow-haired guy is probably an ignorant little guy still living in the incubator, so there is really no need to get angry with him.

So boy, take your hand off Mu Qing's shoulder!

Huang Mao was talking to Mu Qing, but his eyes were staring at me, full of provocation.I don't know what he's proud of, I just know that I'm going to break off his unsightly fingers one by one and throw them outside to feed the zombies.

Mu Qing took his hand off without leaving a trace, and said, "There's nothing to talk about, and it's not something glorious."

I hissed angrily, Huangmao saw it, turned a corner and said: "This is better than some people, just stand around and do nothing, and wait for others to develop before coming to get close. Let me tell you, Mu Qing , this person is so heartbroken, do you think one month is short? Maybe..."

"Chen Zifang!" Mu Qing cursed in a low voice, interrupting Huang Mao's malicious speculation, "Shut up."

Huang Mao cut angrily, looked at Mu Qing's cold face, felt bored, stood up, rubbed his nose and left.

From a distance, he could still hear him whispering: "How amazing is it, it can be ridden by tens of thousands of people."

He thought Mu Qing was scolding him?

No, that was saving him.

When he was being scolded, Mu Qing's hand was holding my hand tightly, and the dark nails on it were emitting a dark and eerie light.

Not a good night.When Mu Qing woke up the next day with a pale face, he was repeatedly cared by several people in the team, all because he had a cold.

I felt that I was wrong, and I was a little afraid to look directly at his face at first.Later, when I thought about it, when I was in the mansion, I often went crazy and did it. When I woke up the next day, the sheets were full of blood cells and platelets.After the first time, the second time will be easier. Maybe this is the discomfort after a long separation?

Thinking about it makes me feel better, and it seems to be even more uncomfortable.

I'm not feeling well, and I'm a little less measured in doing things.

The yellow sand spread in the distance, as if thousands of horses galloped rapidly.The wind came galloping like a salon, wrapped in large swathes of black.

Mu Qing was the first to discover something was wrong.

He looked straight into the distance, moved his ears, and then turned his head to look at me with wide eyes. I shook my head innocently, indicating that it was not my fault.

It was a mutant zombie.

The speed-type smart zombies around level eight are far from being able to deal with this mini-squad whose highest level is level six.

Soon the wind-type abilities in the team discovered its existence, causing a commotion in the team.

Sister Huang slapped the hammer, we have to go.

I reckoned that I confiscated my momentum to lure me over and rushed to be my younger brother.As soon as it arrived, I thought it would have to reveal its secrets, so I connected my spiritual power and sent a link to the other side.

"Hey, what are you guys running for?"

"Wang... run.. see, meet..."

Well, this guy is not only mentally retarded, but also stutters.

"Brother, can you make it clearer?"

"See...the king..."

After saying these few words, the zombie had already run a hundred meters away, and Lao Zhang's hands holding the steering wheel were covered in cold sweat. I looked at the people in the team who were the enemy, and curled the corners of my mouth silently.

"Stop, stop first." I texted him, "Yes, stand there, don't move, turn around now, run!"

The silly big man was very obedient, and the yellow sand spread in the opposite direction just like when it came.

"Come over at night."

A zombie ran over in a hurry, caught a gust of wind, and then ran back in a hurry, everyone in the team was dumbfounded.

In the aftermath of the catastrophe, the crisis came so abruptly but the ending seemed funny, which is simply not like reality.

An atmosphere of silence invaded the entire convoy.

When approaching the security gate, they became more active.

The little girl held the young man's hand, and the cold-faced queen, who had just raised a knife and dropped a zombie scoop like cutting a watermelon, blushed under the siege of the middle-aged aunt and said that she would get married next month.And the sharpshooter who shot one by one took the prospective daughter-in-law's hand and said that he would do it when he went back without waiting for next month.

At one point, the atmosphere did not match the ruins outside the window.

I took Mu Qing's hand, and there was a small ring at the root of the middle finger of my right hand.Its workmanship is very ugly, it is round and twisted, and it is simply inlaid with a broken diamond, which is not exactly in the center.

It is worthless before the end of the world, and it is worthless after the end of the world.

I clamped the sides of the ring and slowly pulled it out.

Mu Qing's face, which had just recovered a little color, turned pale again.

He lowered his head, I couldn't see his face, I just felt his body trembling.

"Can't I?" He said softly.

I put the ring in my own pocket.

"This one doesn't work, I'll give you a better one next time."

He stopped talking, and turned his head to look out of the window, where the sun was setting, and the yellow color of the ruins was rendered into a very gentle color.

He was very enthusiastic at night, as if I injected him with a little pink potion that day, no, it was even crazier than that, it was like saying goodbye.

Did I implement the little porn in my head again?

I thought as I melted this lump of silver with fire.

Finally, we arrived at S City.

Huge doors, loud crowds, and rows of patrolling soldiers with live ammunition.

The author has something to say: the little finger of the right hand: do not fall in love

Right ring finger: in love

Middle finger of the right hand: Famous flowers have their own owners

Right index finger: single noble

Left little finger: Unmarried

Left ring finger: Marriage

Left middle finger: engagement

Left index finger: unmarried

from Baidu

He keeps hypnotizing himself, the male lead is not scum, not scum, not scum... right?

Why am I so long-winded, why haven’t I entered the city yet?

ps: The scariest thing in the world is to go shopping with a woman.don't ask me what happened orz

In addition, push the male protagonist of "The One Next Door Who Wants to Live Dead...", an elite loyal dog (probably).Every time I see the little seduced male protagonist who only has games in his heart, I will hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Speaking of haunted house muscles □□How about the staff who are afraid of ghosts and have the courage to attack CP?

Weak attack is happy to cry or something. . . .

I might be in a cult emmmmm