Lord

The stars were very bright, and Yuan Zhen lit a bonfire. Because Cen Zhuo was injured, they did not rush into the urban area, but rested five kilometers east of Taitu to collect bullets.

It was the low-level cadre who guarded the gate who fired the gun coldly. Before the barrel of the gun was cold, the furious Zhui Yeliang broke his neck.

Cen Zhuo was shot in the muscle tissue under the clavicle on the left side, but did not hurt the heart and major blood vessels. He took off his shirt and sat by the campfire.

They actually brought a group of HP from Beifu, but when they found the heavy truck whose front was blown up, it was broken into slag and unusable.

The firewood crackled as the fire burned, Jin Shui pulled out a knife from his back and sterilized it on the fire: "Let me do it."

No one objected.

She went to sit down in front of Cen Zhuo, this man was still young, especially looking at it this way, with a green face, vigorous body, jumping in flames, she didn't dare to take a closer look at it.

Cen Zhuo picked up a twig and bit it in his mouth. When he looked up, he happened to see Zhu Yeliang, who was also looking at him. Cen Zhuo blinked and frowned, ready to bear the pain.

"Hey," Zhui Yeliang walked up and said to Jin Shui, "I'll do it."

Jin Shui rolled his eyes and looked at him: "You?"

There are so many people here, he is the most unsuitable, "You are still bones," Jin Shui said mockingly, "You don't know how strong your hands are?"

Zhuiyeliang leaned over and grasped her hand holding the knife with great strength, and with a light tug, she was torn away.

"Uuuuh?" Cen Zhuo bit the branch and asked what he was doing.

"Come here," Zhu Yeliang sat down cross-legged, wrapped his arms around the back of his neck, and brought him to his lap, "I vomited something."

"Woo!" Cen Zhuo quit and leaned back.

Zhuiyeliang immediately grabbed the branch and flung it into the dark distance.

Cen Zhuo dodged and covered his chest: "Hey, I didn't offend you! Usually you are the one who picks on me..."

Zhuo Yeliang suddenly hugged him roughly, very hard, goosebumps appeared all over Cen Zhuo's body, a tall man of about 1.8 meters, instantly had the illusion of being given and asked for by others, as if...becoming a woman.

"I took a look, and the bullet is closer to the back." Zhuyeliang said.

"What do you think?" Cen Zhuo felt embarrassed, "You fucking see me?"

Zhui Yeliang tightened his arms around him, and hugged him into his arms, with his right palm behind his back, separated by a small distance: "Take it from the back."

Cen Zhuo's skin clings to his metal frame, early spring, night, but not cold at all, that guy turned on the heating system for him.

"I can't tell, he's quite careful." Cen Zhuo joked.

"Well," Zhui Yeliang's voice was very soft, "I can't help it, you have too many things to do."

Their current postures are a bit ambiguous, the two male "persons" embrace each other face to face, Cen Zhuo's forehead rests on Zhu Yeliang's shoulder, and there is an indescribable awkwardness: "How do you plan to take it, and let you hug like this again?" After a while, I can't be the boss anymore."

Zhu Yeliang chuckled lightly, turned his wrist behind his back, and with a movement, the bullet in his body turned accordingly.

Cen Zhuo suddenly realized that he wanted to use the ability to manipulate small metals to let the bullets come out of his body by themselves.

"I can't reach the firing speed of the bullet, and it will hurt a little, but it's much less traumatic than a dagger." Zhu Yeliang stroked Cen Zhuo's waist up and down, probably out of comfort, or subconsciously, "endure Hold on."

"Well," Cen Zhuo nodded, stretched his hands under his armpits, and hugged his back, "Come on."

Zhuiyeliang clenched the hand that took the bomb into a fist, this is to avoid penetrating the shoulder blade, and greatly adjusted the direction of the bullet.

Cen Zhuo hummed softly, sweating, and greasy against Zhui Yeliang's metal body: "Leaf..."

Zhui Yeliang turned his head to look at him, his hair was limp, scratching the sensitive alloy surface, he was wriggling, tightly entangled with pain, it felt strange, like metal and flesh had some kind of unorthodox intimacy .

Zhuo Yeliang suddenly opened his palm, Cen Zhuo then arched his back, the blood from his upper limbs rushed to his back, the peony was instantly full of blood, and from among the complicated petals, from the bewildered pink, a bullet shot out, ding the ground With a sound, it hit Zhuyeliang's palm, and he slowly grasped it.

"Ha...ha..." Cen Zhuo panted on his shoulder, closed his eyes, his beautiful muscles relaxed, and he became soft and tame.

Jin Shui looked at him, a stream of blood poured down from the protruding butterfly bone, Zhu Yeliang asked Yuan Zhen for a knife, and burned the wound with a ignited branch.

Cen Zhuo hugged him tightly, couldn't be tighter, gritted his teeth, raised his shoulders, and rubbed his forehead against his neck.

"Okay." Zhui Yeliang pressed the burnt blade against the bullet hole, and slowly rubbed Cen Zhuo's back, he was convulsing, limp like a collapse, for a moment, the child was defenseless.

"Brother Cen..." Jia Xibei hugged his knees and wiped his tears while watching.

Zhang Xiaoyi accompanied him, patiently rubbing his back that was paralyzed after neurons were stressed: "Don't cry, just take a bullet."

Jia Xibei pursed his mouth: "Brother Cen must be in pain, he doesn't say it hurts, he always..." He sobbed, "If only I could be as strong as him."

Zhang Xiaoyi looked at him silently, especially wanting to rub his head and tell him: You are very strong, a kind of strength that is different from everyone else, unique and shining.

After taking the bullets, everyone rested. Yuan Zhen came over and looked at Zhang Xiaoyi warily.

Jia Xibei rubbed his red rabbit eyes, stretched out his hand to him coquettishly, Yuan Zhen held him and sat down, when the bonfire behind him was in full bloom, he gently touched his short hair on the front of his forehead, playing with his white hair Finger, as if unable to restrain himself, smiled at him.

Zhang Xiaoyi stood up and walked away expressionlessly.

Before leaving Taitu City, he personally arranged five traps, the first is apples, the second is the wandering group, the third is the lion's roar at the garbage dump, and the fourth is the "Ruyi Pearl" closed by Yao. However, in the first two catastrophes, they did not expect that they would break through Yaoguan and approach Taitu.

kill them.This was an inevitability in front of Zhang Xiaoyi, but he hesitated, because of that person, when he looked back, Jia Xibei was amused by Yuan Zhen and giggled, and the firelight gave his smile a layer of gold.

After the Battle of Yaoguan, everyone was exhausted and went to bed early. Zhang Xiaoyi listened to the steady breathing of the surroundings, put his hand into his pants, and tore off a piece of metal from the right groin. It was a metal plate about [-] mm long, with tracking and positioning functions.

He got up, pushed Jia Xibei awake, and pressed his index finger against his small mouth: "Shut up, follow me."

The other hand surreptitiously threw the metal piece into the fire.

Jia Xibei didn't know what he wanted him to do, but he didn't doubt it at all, and walked a long way with him on tiptoe, a little scared: "Xiao Yi, don't wander around, it's too dark."

Zhang Xiaoyi took his hand in a logical way: "Don't worry, I know the way," he pointed to the dark path ahead, "There is a water cellar over there, let's fetch water, and we can drink it at dawn."

"But..." Jassie Bethus said, leaning against him, "We didn't have a bucket."

They are almost the same height, and Zhang Xiaoyi can look down at this cute and silly person just by standing on tiptoe. In the dark, the soft breath blowing on his face makes one feel smoky...

"You don't sleep in the middle of the night, where are you two going?" It was Yuan Zhen, who came out from the night behind him.

Zhang Xiaoyi was surprised, was this guy awake all the time, did he see him throwing the tracker?

It was too late even to see, no one could have fished something that small out of the fire.

"Brother Zhen..." Jia Xibei wanted to go over, but was pulled by Zhang Xiaoyi and hugged him by the waist.

The sky is so dark, it can't hide the ruthlessness in Yuan Zhen's eyes: "Let me go!"

As soon as the words fell, a large beam of flame exploded from the direction they came from to the west, and it was an incendiary bomb that was dropped at a fixed point.

Yuan Zhen's first reaction was to run back, but Jia Xibei was still in Zhang Xiaoyi's hands. While drawing out his gun, he reached out to him: "Give him to me!"

Jia Xibei stared blankly at the flames in the distance: "What's the matter? Is it where we are, everyone..."

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoyi hit him on the back of the neck with a hand knife.

Jia Xibei lost consciousness and slid down, being held in Zhang Xiaoyi's arms.

Yuan Zhen fired a shot, and at such a close distance, Zhang Xiaoyi actually dodged and pressed the chip on the inside of his left arm at the same time: "Reincarnation Huo Yuanzhen," he said, "You are not my opponent."

His demeanor and tone were different from before. There was a kind of venomousness and arrogance that blocked his throat at the sight of blood. Yuan Zhen was startled. He was really not an ordinary cadre.

In 30 seconds, up to 45 seconds, a streamlined skeleton appeared in the field of vision. The lights were not turned on, but the silver-white armor was dazzling in the moonlight.

Listening to the engine, it is quantum power, and listening to the sound of footsteps, the total weight is not heavy, but it is more than five meters high. Yuan Zhen has never seen such a big skeleton. She watched in amazement that Zhang Xiaoyi carried Jia Xibei on his back, and took a few steps. Easily flip into the royal cabin.

That is definitely not an ordinary bone, Yuan Zhen listened to her heart beating wildly, there is only one possibility, Zhang Xiaoyi is the real Ruyi bead!

Zhang Xiaoyi didn't take him seriously at all, but was worried that Jia Xibei would wake up early, so he fired a cannon casually, and manipulated the Ruyi Pearl to rush towards the city center, where his hall, the Taitu Hall of the Northern Branch of the Dyeing Society, was located.

The little brother wearing the lotus badge lined the road to greet him, and the lotus flag was fluttering in the night wind. Zhang Xiaoyi entered the door, took off the wishful beads, and walked into the main hall with Jia Xibei in his arms. Immediately, several people who looked like group leaders hurriedly reported: "Master, The head of the house, he..."

"He died at Yaoguan," Zhang Xiaoyi kept stopping, and walked forward defiantly, "right in front of my eyes, let Jia Lantang cut off his head."

Taitu Hall is a building with double eaves and brackets. The main body has a history of hundreds of years. It can be heard clearly when a needle tip falls to the ground, but there is no sound at this time.

Zhang Xiaoyi stopped abruptly, and turned around with a childish face, gloomy and angry: "My majestic family is so weak that I can't stand it!"

There was a whole row of team leaders, but no one dared to speak out.

"Which one of you can do it, come out and be my leader." Zhang Xiaoyi looked at Jia Xibei in his arms, and then lowered his voice, "I want the strongest."

He walked from the main hall through the middle courtyard and the backyard to the back mountain. The mountain behind Taitu Hall was also called Qiaoshan. Before the war, it was Qiaoshan Park, which covers a large area. There is an isolated villa here.

"Remove all the marks of the dyeing society and pass it on. Don't call me the hall master. Whoever makes a mistake will have their tongue cut off!"

The younger brothers took orders tremblingly.

Zhang Xiaoyi sat on the big bed in the bedroom with Jia Xibei in his arms, and patted that face, which was slippery and chubby, without any response.

For more than an hour, he sat like this, as if he was cautious and at a loss. Since his parents passed away, he had nothing to cherish, and he didn't know how to cherish it.

"Brother Zhen..." Jia Xibei frowned, as if he was having a nightmare, and clenched his fists tightly.

Zhang Xiaoyi didn't like his being called that name, got angry, and couldn't do anything about him, staring fiercely, Jia Xibei shivered and woke up.

"...Xiao Yi?" He rubbed his neck, sat up with his toes hooked like a little girl, and looked around with his mouth open. It was a strange room decorated with the utmost luxury.

"Brother Zhen?" He twisted and got off the bed, shrunk his shoulders and looked out, "Brother Xiu?" There was a younger brother on duty in the corridor, so scared that he hid back like a bunny, looking at Zhang Xiaoyi, embarrassed to cry, Nervously twisting his fingers, "Where is this... how about everyone?"

"It exploded," Zhang Xiaoyi said, "You don't remember?"

Jia Xibei looked at him in surprise, and suddenly remembered the flames suddenly rising behind Yuan Zhen: "Brother Zhen, how are you doing, where is this place!"

He stomped his feet a little ridiculously, so anxious that he was about to cry.

Zhang Xiaoyi didn't think he was ridiculous. This man shed tears, and he felt distressed: "Don't cry, that..." He approached him, tentatively took his hand, "The bomb exploded, we were attacked, you fainted Yes, I ran behind your back and didn't see the others clearly..."

Jia Xibei held back his tears pitifully, his little nose was pink.

"At the intersection of the highway into the city, I met a kind man who took us in and led us here," Zhang Xiaoyi lied, "This place is too muddy."

"Good-hearted people?" Jia Xibei didn't believe it, and whispered to him timidly, "Xiao Yi, if there are no kind-hearted people, we must have been deceived."

Zhang Xiaoyi was surprised by these words: "No, you can't..." He felt guilty, and quickly took the apples and candy from the plate, "Look, they are all delicious, here you are."

"You don't know," Jia Xibei kept shaking his head with tears in his eyes, "there is a war in the south, and there is a shortage of organs, so they trick children with apples and peanuts and secretly perform surgery!"

Zhang Xiaoyi looked at him in astonishment, Taitu Church doesn't do organ business, but that doesn't mean other churches don't. Seeing how frightened he is, he can't imagine what he has gone through.

It's hard to say what kind of psychology, he hugged him: "Shh, don't be afraid, just sleep and wake up."

Jia Xibei yawned and shook his head.

"In case there are bad guys, we can run after getting enough sleep." Zhang Xiaoyi persuaded.

Jia Xibei looked at him, then at the big soft bed, took off his shoes, and climbed up barefoot: "Shall we sleep holding hands?"

Zhang Xiaoyi opened his eyes wide and nodded vigorously.