zombie land

The body is slowly recovering without external interference, that is, half a month. After the scabs are removed, everything is almost forgotten except for the color different from the normal skin color and the pain deep in the memory.

Likatus looked at the history book compiled in his hand, it was almost over!

The history books displayed on the bookshelves are the testimony of history and the rise and fall of human beings.

Licutus reached out and stroked the spines of the books, feeling a little emotional in his heart.The changes in the world, in these thin papers, seem to be completely felt with just fingers.

"What are you thinking about?"

At the same time as the sound came, Licutus' hands were already fixed, and his body was squeezed against the bookshelf. His cheeks were slightly turned sideways, and he could see the blood red body of the zombie behind him.

"No." It seems that since that day, the conflict in his heart has disappeared a lot, and Licates did not deliberately avoid the question to provoke Xuesang.

Yes, what his meekness brings is Xuesang's tenderness, which he can deeply feel.

He didn't know why he suddenly became docile in his heart, or there was some kind of temptation. For that incident, even some zombies were punished with death.But for Licutus, vigilance was also born in his heart. He wanted to know if he had really escaped the fate of food, and as a result, at least so far, the treatment she received had exceeded his imagination... …

Apart from!

"Don't!" The ear pinna was bitten lightly, it was such a sensitive area, Licutus trembled slightly, and reflexively refused.

But it’s just futile, yes, apart from this point, his propositions can be heard in other aspects, even if he hopes to let those human children walk out of the iron fence and not be attacked by zombies... But only this one, Even if he spoke out to stop it, all he got was a more ferocious attack.

The body was squeezed heavily on the bookshelf, and even a little dust fell from the heavy bookshelf.Licutus' profile was almost completely attached to the bookshelf.

"No, not here." Yes, this has always been the practice, because of Molind, and because of the historical materials here, it seems that this place is the last dignity of human beings.

"I... can't bear it anymore!" The bloody face was buried in Likatus' neck, and he poked and sucked it vigorously, as if it was so delicious, and his hands kept rubbing Likatus' body, The tactile sensation left by the shallow scar on the end of the finger brought an inexplicable shudder.The words that Xuesang uttered were depressing and completely breathless.

But even as he said that, the frantic movements stopped amidst his panting breaths.

He easily lifted the person horizontally, his bloody breathing was still heavy, and his blood-red eyes looked straight at Licutus in his arms.

Those eyes were too hot, as if unable to bear the temperature, Licutus turned his head sideways.Licutus would never know how alluring he was at the moment.

The originally fair skin was glowing with a faint blush, and the cheeks were even more flushed. The brown eyes were covered with a layer of water, and the harmless and beseeching gaze was driving people crazy.

This time, the blood mourner did not return to the stone room, as he himself said, he couldn't bear it, so he just left the study room, and he put Likatus down.

"Stand here..., huh?" It was still in Likatus' ear, even though the breath was cold, but Likatus' earlobe became more and more bright red.Like a piece of red crystal covered with tulle.

For Blood Mourning, there is no doubt that every inch of Licates is like a temptation.

Licutus just stood by the wall as he said, his legs were (crisp) soft, and he had to stick tightly to the wall to barely stand.

His body was pulled away from the wall, and just as Licutus was about to make a sound, Bloody Sang's solid arms had already wrapped around his waist.Because of this action, the legs were relieved of a lot of pressure, so they were straight on the ground, but the upper body was stuck to the wall because of the hand on his back, and his whole body became arched.

What a humiliating position that the legs could not be closed due to the addition of another strong leg, but Licutus couldn't think about it at the moment, because the other hand of the blood mourner had already pulled the brown gauze shirt on his body. Rising up, fingers kept rubbing (kneading) the pink spot on the chest.

Only by clenching your teeth tightly can you prevent that embarrassing sound from coming out.

In recent days, Xuesang seems to be obsessed with long foreplay, always (playing) with him until he loses all ego before he (enters) viciously.

As if exercising patience, even after entering (entering), he did not rush to move, but slowly went deep, and continued to go deep, until Licutus gasped for breath.

It's as if the whole thing is embedded, and there is no way to separate it...

Licutus, who was tossing every time, his whole body was completely paralyzed, completely unconscious and letting him go...

It seemed that at this moment, Licutus was already numb to such a slow teasing, and he had already ejaculated twice in front of his body.

"No more..." He begged for mercy slowly, his head slowly twisted back, and those eyes full of water vapor were just looking at Xuesang.

It's as if you didn't know that the fire was caught in a strong wind, and the whole area was swept away...without the ability to resist...

"Ah!~" The long ending was accompanied by the sudden deepening.

The prairie fire started on Licutus's sweaty body, yes, this is just the beginning...

When the ferocious looting ended, Licates was completely comatose. He was still connected to the blood mourning, but he was unconscious.

Xuesang felt the temperature coming from there, the tight warmth.If he could, he might hope to be buried in it like this forever, but Xuesang laughed at himself, his body, this body without temperature, could not even be hugged by Licates for a long time, let alone such a deep body. touch.

Withdrew slowly, his blood-red eyes stared greedily at that place, even though the 'hunger' in his body didn't feel full, but he knew that Licates' body could no longer bear it.

Reaching out to brush away the messy hair that was stained on Likatus' face due to sweat.

It has been like this for a long time, after the feast of lust (desire), Xuesang looked at him like this, looking at the sleeping boy.

Because only at this time, the boy will not hide, he can watch so unscrupulously.

Suddenly, I regretted the plan in my heart.

Does a created creature like him really have a soul after death even though he has thoughts?

If not, then even if he drags this boy to die together, so what? What is his purpose?

Maybe it's just that I don't want to be alone all the time, but if we can't be together even if we die, then maybe it's best to maintain the status quo.

However, if he does not die, the world may never regain its balance!

Thinking about the blood loss can't help but be miserable. When did he become so kind?

At the beginning, he thought about the reason for returning this world to humans. It seemed that there was a very simple reason.

But at this moment, he had to use other reasons to convince himself that he shouldn't exist, because he was nostalgic, and he suddenly didn't want to die like this...

He is nostalgic for the youthful face, his temperature, that stubbornness, that familiar self-esteem!

He has always been calm, even cruel, because this is the program that only the zombies can give him the setting of this product, but did those zombies think at that time that even if it is set to be cold-hearted, it will one day Will you be captured by that emotion?

The sleeping boy frowned slightly because of the messy fingers on his face, then turned around and turned inside.

The corners of Xuesang's lips curled up slightly, and then he put the blood-red cloak that had been put aside on the curled up body of the young man, and stood up.

If his estimation is correct, perhaps the young man should come soon, and his experiment seems to be almost completed.

The stone door was opened as usual, but it was still pitch black behind the stone door, the blood funeral lit the lamp, and the bottles and jars were messy.

On the four stone beds, there were four zombies lying on them. If you looked closely, you would find that the four zombies were none other than Yate and the others that Huai Sang had brought with him at that time.

The four zombies were all bound on the stone bed. The skin on their bodies seemed not exactly the same as that of the other zombies. With a layer of hair.

The blood mourning seemed to be overflowing, and with the corner of his lips hooked, he picked up the bottle marked 2011 and put it aside, then picked up the bottle marked 2012, and filled the small syringe with the dark purple liquid.

Bloodbunker has been doing this for a long time, he doesn't know why, even if there is a so-called antidote for spliced ​​bodies or addicts like him, it is useless, but for ordinary zombies, as long as they are unwell The corruption is extremely serious, and there may be the possibility of turning into a human.

Maybe there is still human kindness, compassion and compassion in his heart?

After injecting the purple injection into the four zombies, Xuesang observed quietly for a moment, watching the bodies of the four zombies twitch continuously and then slowly stabilize...

It seemed like a short time, but it was actually a long time.

Xuesang observed the colors on the bodies of the four zombies, they seemed to have faded a lot, then got up, turned off the lights, and left the stone room.

On the other side, in Musley's village, the young and middle-aged men are all ready to go.

There are many reasons why they gave up such a comfortable life to participate in this life-or-death war.

Because they believed in Musre's judgment, because their dignity as human beings... maybe only when it was reduced to such a number, because they were weak, they were more united.

"I'm going too, I'm not a child anymore." Perhaps the most conspicuous one at this moment was Corrigi next to Musley, yelling constantly because he was ordered not to go to the battlefield.

Musley was helpless. He knew that Corrigi was no longer a child, but in his eyes, maybe he was partial, because all the teenagers of the same age in the village participated, but he excluded Corrigi.

There are many reasons in his mind, but in the end it can only be boiled down to one, that is, he doesn't want this young man to be in danger, he is already scared, afraid of seeing the original scene, he doesn't want anyone to pay attention to him people are treated that way, especially because of him.

"No, go back!" Musrei shook his head seriously and rejected.

"Why not? Obviously everyone else can, why can't I?" Corrigi asked aggressively, but there was a childlike grievance in his tone.

Corrigi's mother was standing not far away at the moment, watching Corrigi with her hands on her chest, and also watching Musley's reaction.

Musley stared at Corrigi for a long time before saying, "Because you are the future hope of the village. If we can't come back, I hope you can take good care of the village, understand?" This is indeed Musley's Heartfelt, this is dangerous, he doesn't want Corrigi to be in danger, not only because of the importance, but also the reason he said at the moment is also an important factor.

A village needs someone to lead, to exist to survive, even if they fail...

"But..." Corrigi wanted to say something, but was stopped by his mother.

Musley reached out and patted Corrigi's head, "Help me keep an eye on the village and wait for my triumphant return, huh?"

Eyes full of moisture, the tears did not fall in the end, Corrigi nodded, with an inexplicable pain on his face.

What he wants is not to wait like this, he wants to know his news anytime and anywhere, but obviously he has always been well protected... because his ability is too shallow!