High school science students save the world

The ball melted into the night, but due to high-speed friction, some sparks were generated around it. Before Yang Yan could react, Qin Zheng had already bent his straight arm, forming a bow full of arrows.

He hooked his fingers slightly, his big black eyes fell silent, and the sharp thin knife revealed its snow-white blade!

There were three consecutive noises in the air, and a brilliant fire burst out in an instant, and the black ball was shot back quickly.

It was spit out by another monster. Its mouth hadn't closed yet, and the huge black ball choked back again. It whimpered in pain, followed by the second and third arrows.

The arrow is a seed that drifts with the wind. When it landed on the monster, it seemed to fall on the fertile soil. It took root deeply and grew countless bright crowns of fire. With the sound of the wind, the monster has already Became a Pyro, roaring in the flames.

Yang Yan twitched his nose, took a deep breath into his lungs, stretched out his hand and patted his face, then looked dreamily at Qin Zheng and asked, "Are we... finished?"

Qin Zheng frowned and shook his head, then lowered his voice and let out a "hush".

Yang Yan's head became dizzy from burning under the high-speed operation. After listening to Tan Zheng's words, he shut his mouth obediently, and pressed closer to Tan Zheng's body.

Tan Zheng's words seemed to be a hint, and at some point in the air, there was a black air, which was very light, and gently enveloped the earth under the moonlight.

At this moment, the misty black air suddenly turned into countless small hands, poking out its head from a tricky angle like a water snake, and biting it off.

The wind seemed to have stagnated.

Tan Zheng pressed Yang Yan to the ground, and at the same time he raised his hand and swiped his arm fiercely. His arm seemed to have a scorching temperature. There was a toothache sound immediately from the arc he drew, and at the same time There is a choking burnt smell.

Yang Yan half opened his eyes, and saw a scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Qin Zheng twisted his fingertips, as if rubbing off some dust, but his movements became faster and faster, and his fingertips became brighter and brighter. It swelled like a sponge, emitting a violent white light.

The monster roared hysterically, its dying belly suddenly swelled up like a balloon, and countless black air radiated from its limbs and every pore—if it had any, the black air carried A gust of cold wind pounced on the white light.

The white light was temporarily covered.

There are countless black ants densely packed on it, Tan Zheng raised his finger, Bai Guang stretched out his hands and feet, Yang Yan heard a scream of dying, his head shook, and he immediately closed his eyes and blocked his ears, but he still I felt the pounding heat wave and the heart-piercing screams.

That voice was not the voice of one person, Yang Yan listened, and suddenly found that it was the wailing wailed by countless mouths of countless people, each of them was being tortured with skin and flesh bruised!

Countless laughter flooded into my mind out of time, the laughter was thin and sweet, overlapped with those screams, and they sang together with a smile: "Kill him, kill him."

Who did you kill?

The laughter was as crisp as a little girl's, and it became sharper and more urgent until it was hard to recognize that it was a human voice, and it became a sharp thorn, piercing into Yang Yan's temple together.

Hearing those voices, Yang Yan suddenly saw the telegraph pole in front of him shake, and his heart shuddered and he almost fainted.

Qin Zheng supported him.

Yang Yan supported Tan Zheng's shoulders with his hands, but refused to lean on him honestly. He breathed slowly to calm his mind, and after a while, he glanced at Tan Zheng lightly and said, "I'm fine."

Qin Zheng nodded, but did not let go of the hand that was around his shoulder.

Yang Yan lowered his head again, thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked inexplicably, "Are you cold?"

Qin Zheng glanced at the shirt, but didn't reply. He turned Yang Yan's shoulders towards him and pricked up his ears.

Yang Yan didn't speak anymore.

In the silent street there was the sound of tires rolling across the ground.

Silence and darkness are like gangrene.

They were standing in the body of a monster whose intestines were the tangle of streets, and it was dead beyond death, and all was silent.

At this time, there was a car suddenly, its lights were like a sharp knife cutting open the stomach, making people happy and uneasy at the same time.

The white car door was opened, two little feet wearing cowhide sandals stepped out, and above that was a snow blue floral dress and a wide-brimmed straw hat tied with a pink ribbon.

What an inappropriate girl.

The girl smiled slightly when she saw them, and the two dimples hidden around her mouth were faintly visible. She tilted her head and looked at them innocently.

"Am I late?" she said.

Yang Yan felt that there was nothing to surprise him now, but he couldn't stop raising his eyebrows when he saw her.

Qin Zheng's face remained unchanged, he just looked at her coldly.

The girl didn't seem angry at all, she smiled and said, "Get in the car, let's go."

Yang Yan turned his head to look at Tan Zheng, and saw deep wrinkles between Tan Zheng's brows. Seeing his gaze, he relaxed a little, held Yang Yan's hand tightly, and pulled him closer to the car.

Yang Yan sat in the back seat and saw a man in black sitting on the driver's seat. Through the rearview mirror, he could see his face as motionless as a sculpture, and then Qin Zheng also moved towards Yang Yan.

Yang Yan leaned in, and at this moment, suddenly a black and red unknown thing flew towards Qin Zheng's half-open car door!

He even heard the babbling of the thing!

The thing looked like jelly, but it was covered with moldy hairs. It rushed towards them extremely viciously. Tan Zheng reacted instantly and raised his arms.

Faster than him is a line.

The girl wearing ten centimeter high heels was holding a small pistol in her hand, shaking it towards them as if showing off, the thing hit by the bullet was tumbling violently, sizzling like it was placed in a red-hot pot It made a horrible scream, and soon weakened, turning into a pool of blood-red sewage.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but compared to the black monster before, this pool of bloody corpses had a strange sweet smell.

Without waiting for him to think, the girl quickly got into the car, closed the door, and stretched lazily.

"It's disgusting. I hate this kind of thing the most. It's sticky and bug-like."

The voice was scattered in the silent car.

Only the slight sound when the motor is started has the right to respond.

The girl threw away her hat, turned around, and poked Yang Yan's face with a smile: "It's all your fault, I was kicked out of the shop by the proprietress."

Yang Yan carried out the spirit that form is emptiness is form, and stared straight ahead intently.

She poked again, and shrank back her hand under Tan Zheng's lightly passing gaze, flattening her mouth a little unconvinced: "Don't you remember me, I accidentally spilled soup on you last time .”

Yang Yan let out a soft "oh".

Probably thinking that this group of men was very boring, the girl turned back, leaned her head against the glass window, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Of course, it is impossible for Yang Yan not to know her.

She was the waitress that Fatty missed so much in "Thoughts of Water-Bass", and she accidentally spilled soup on him, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

However, I really didn't expect...

Should it be said that the masters are among the people?

Yang Yan raised the corners of his mouth inaudibly, and turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

Outside are ordinary streets, ordinary people, their life-and-death war of the century has not affected people, the aunts in the square dance are still dancing, the kids on skateboards are still wrestling, and the women who buy clothes are still carrying big bags.

There is already an insurmountable gap between them and this world.

Even under the same moon, breathing the same exhaust, they are still different from those people.

Out of the corner of Yang Yan's eyes, Tan Zheng sat obediently, as if he was in some important meeting.Yang Yan wanted to laugh at him like a primary school student waiting for his teacher to reward him with a big red flower, but he opened his mouth but suddenly lost interest, his eyes drooped down with gravity as if there was any substance.

His heart, which he didn't know what it was made of, gushed out an indescribable taste like a dark dish, and everything that could be said, ups and downs, was a little smeared.

He looked at Tan Zheng's hands resting quietly on his lap, and felt like a small paw gently scratched his heart. He couldn't help thinking fucking, who knew that Xueba was still a pentathlon Woolen cloth.

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