Every world I die young

"Senior, give way." Mo Yinglan's anxious voice came from behind, and Song Changyi knew that he had misunderstood the meaning of Bai Qing's roar again.

Song Changyi's body moved backwards, and Bai Qing was turned to one side by him. She frantically supported her body, with one hand firmly propped between the cracks of the sofa. Song Changyi's eyes moved slightly, not politely. He tapped his hand into the crevice with the back of his knife.

Bai Qing roared angrily, twisting half of her body non-stop, trying to break free from the restraints, but what was waiting for her was the cold Tang knife blade.

Song Changyi took a step back calmly and made way for Mo Yinglan. Mo Yinglan raised the Tang knife and greeted Bai Qing's neck without hesitation.

Accompanied by the dull sound of the blade slashing on the body, Bai Qing's head rolled to the ground with a rumble.

The face that had turned purple was stained red by the blood gushing out from the fracture, and then mixed with dust and gravel, no longer the beauty it once was.

Song Changyi calmly looked down at the head that rolled down to the bottom of his feet. His long hair was cut off and was soaked in blood in a mess. Especially its brain was not completely dead, and it was still twitching slightly. Scary and disgusting.

This scene also stimulated Wang Jianxiao again, his slack eyes stared straight at Bai Qing's detached body, which was twitching and shaking, with a bulging belly, just imagining how much human flesh it ate Goosebumps all over my body.

After Bai Qing died completely, Mo Yinglan panted heavily, and sat on the ground with no image at all. He threw the blood-stained Tang Dao in the pool of blood mercilessly.

The whole person seemed to be in a trance, Wang Jianxiao finally came to his senses, he stepped forward quickly and pulled Mo Yinglan up from the ground, and helped him to sit on the sofa.

Song Changyi was startled, silently retracted the half-extended leg just now, lowered his head slightly and pretended nothing happened, he said absently, "Wang Jianxiao, are you all right?"

Wang Jianxiao was flattered and waved his hands again and again: "No, no, we are so far away, what can happen?"

"Oh," Song Changyi said casually.

Wang Jianxiao was stunned. He vaguely felt that Song Changyi was not in a particularly good mood at the moment, but he didn't know what aspect of him was uncomfortable. Sitting on the sofa at a loss, Wang Jianxiao only felt that Rumang was in a bad mood. Fidgeting on the back.

Mo Yinglan's hands and feet were cold, and his face was pale. He raised his head in confusion, and met Song Changyi's eyes, as if he had immediately found the backbone, Mo Yinglan's gaze gathered again.

He said hoarsely, "Is Bai Xuemei scratched or bitten by zombies before, so that's why..."

The following words stopped abruptly, but everyone present immediately understood that there was a wound on her body, how could Bai Qing not know about it, since she knew it but didn't say it, what did she have in mind?Anyone with a right mind can figure it out.

Song Changyi's eyes fell on Mo Yinglan deeply, and he said in a low voice: "You should also understand that Bai Qing must have been—"

"I know." Mo Yinglan interrupted him suddenly, "Senior, I'm not stupid, so of course I know."

His expression was calm, his eyes were calm, and the light in his eyes was a little weird.

"So..." Seeing his reaction, Song Changyi stopped calculating for the first time, and asked in a daze.

Mo Yinglan smiled wryly and said: "Bai Qing wants to live. It's human nature. Although I can't approve of her behavior, the dead are the most important. So, can we not talk about it?"

Song Changyi's mood was complicated by his low pleading, "You really... Forget it, I won't mention it."