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"I'm not feeling well, even if I go, it's just a hindrance. I believe the third brother will be able to handle it well." What Dongyan said has nothing to do with her. She will die if the base is breached, but her tone is like an ordinary job. She shirked, and the reason given by subordinate B didn't believe it at all. The third-level power user is still weak, so I'm just teasing him.

But this was a bit too funny, subordinate B watched in horror as Miss Yan suddenly fell down pale.

Another backlash.

The backlash this time seems to be particularly serious, almost beyond her usual tolerance?

Dongyan gritted her teeth, enduring the violent energy in her body, her body seemed to be torn apart, and her soul was a little pulled away.

This was the first time that February [-] encountered a backlash when she was not by her side, and her consciousness had become blurred.Some fibrous things called thoughts float in the air and scatter in all directions, catching shiny, or smooth, or soft and plush fragments.

She needs inhibitors.Through slow and long exploration, the tentacles of thought finally captured these words.

Dongyan tried her best to suppress the rage and chaos, knocked down the shelf beside her, and several injectors rolled out. "Help me..." Her voice was low and hoarse, more like ordering the frightened subordinate B than pleading.

Even if it's useless to get an injection, it should be possible.Dongyan was groggy and couldn't even open her eyes.There was only a panicking sound from the side, and then the sharp needle touched her skin tremblingly.

She didn't know the ingredients of the suppressant, and she didn't want to know much about the blood red color, but to her, the effect was similar to that of a tranquilizer.

The effect of this drug is quite good at the beginning, but after using it more times, it may also develop resistance.Even if the cold liquid like this time was injected into her body, the frenzy in her brain was still uncontrollable.

The desire for fresh blood began to well up in her body, longing for the scalding viscous liquid to run across her thirsty throat, longing to bite off the trembling artery.She raised her head as if bewitched, and looked around without focus.

Unsurprisingly, she heard the girly screams and running footsteps of her subordinate Yi, because of her blood-red eyes.

It's so noisy.Anxiously, she poured the rest of the potion into her arm indiscriminately, the cold feeling was really uncomfortable.

Her body was supported by these strange things before, perhaps because of this, the water ability that should have belonged to the healing system became inexplicably toxic after being transplanted to her body.But it also suits her very well, doesn't it?

The medicine seems to have really lost its effect, even if the dosage is greatly increased, it can't suppress the pain and restlessness.She tried her best to grab the edge of the sofa, not letting herself collapse on the ground in embarrassment.But why maintain this meaningless pride, anyway, there is no one else in this house.

She was breathing heavily, like a stranded fish.But she seemed to be muttering again, without making a sound, but stubbornly repeating something over and over again.

Why isn't February Seven here? She's struggling in the chaos.

February [-]th is here.

No, she's not here.She is avoiding me.Dongyan retorted.

Why is she avoiding you.

Because that's what I want.Dongyan frowned, yes, that was indeed what she wished for.

It was because she was intentionally indifferent first that she would go out on missions so frequently on February [-]th. [I have to say, I really think too much]

But she regretted it again.

Knowing that she might die at any time, she had clearly decided to distance herself from February Seventh. If she really died one day, the harm to that silly girl would be less.

But she regretted it again.

----That idiot, thought she was facially paralyzed, and Miss Yan couldn't see her thoughts? She had given her so many hints, but she still didn't respond in the end, so why should Miss Yan speak in person? what?

But she regretted it again.

She would probably turn into a zombie and be killed mercilessly.But she hoped that it would be February [-]th, which would be fast and not too painful. Moreover, she wanted February [-]th, and she would never forget her.She is such a selfish person.

But it was too late.

In a daze, someone was trying to pry open her clenched teeth.She bit a finger viciously.

The sweet and greasy smell of blood spread in the mouth, and at the same time, a small cold thing melted on the tip of the tongue.

Her consciousness suddenly became clear, and the pain in her body receded like a flood.She struggled to open her eyes and saw a familiar face.

Her paralyzed girl.

Dongyan laughed slowly, her vocal cords trembling in the air.She cried out at last,

"Xiao Er, you are here."

☆、Chapter 45

He Rongsu, Muyin, Zheng Yujin, as a third-level supernatural being, finally got a promotion and was placed in an independent villa.

It was a three-storey villa. They were once so poor that they used the sky as their quilt and the ground as their bedding. Now they can luxuriously divide each person into one floor, and each floor is far more than one room.

However, He Xiaobai, who possesses the fine qualities of the Chinese nation, naturally would not allow such a corrupt and wasteful behavior to happen. He hugged the quilt and scrambled to Mu Yin's floor, and then bravely scrambled to Mu Yin's next room .

He Rongsu was originally a thin-skinned person with a clear mind, even though he has changed a lot now, these places still haven't changed much.Obviously, he lived in two separate rooms in "Ji" before, and beat his heart and lungs on the wall every day.Now that there is a chance, but it feels like moving directly together is too much for Sima Zhao. As a result, he can only continue to beat his heart and lungs on the wall at night because of his timidity.

The wall is a solid concrete wall, and after just a few light taps, the pain is excruciating.Probably because the sound insulation effect is too good, there is no response from the other side.

He Rongsu hugged the quilt and rolled around dully. The chuáng is big and quite soft, much more advanced than the one she carries with her, but she doesn't like it.

After tossing and turning until midnight, she finally couldn't hold back and hugged the quilt to the door of the next room.

As soon as the door was knocked, the door opened.

Seeing Mu Yin's questioning expression, He Rongsui's expression and attitude were as pitiful as he wanted, but the nonsense he made up was just words, "I knocked on the wall just now, but you didn't answer, I was afraid that something might happen to you, so just Come and have a look."

Mu Yin's expression was weird. Sure enough, this He Xiaobai was less courageous than a rabbit. She had been listening to the movement next door for so long, but this guy ran over and said this to her?

He Rongxi obviously couldn't make up any more words, but after "confirming that there was no accident with Mu Yin", she still didn't move, and just stood there with Mu Yin, speechless.

After a moment of silence, Mu Yin opened the door wider and said, "It's cold outside, do you want to come in?"

In this regard, He Rongsu successfully completed the task of sneaking into Mu Yin's room.

For the two pure children He Rongsu and Mu Yin [in amnesia state], lying on the same bed can only have a literal meaning.

He Rongsu was lying on the side of the bed facing Muyin, there was a clear distance between the two of them, and his eyes couldn't catch any pictures in the dark, it seemed that there was not much difference from when they were alone, but it just seemed.Hearing Mu Yin's subtle breathing, He Rongsu's bouncing heart gradually calmed down, and his limbs became more relaxed.

The weather is getting colder day by day, and as a psychic supernatural being, He Rongsu's defense ability is a bit weaker.But this night, she felt very warm.The one thing that was always missing in my heart showed signs of being found again.

Zheng Yujin was busy participating in the affairs of the base, gaining a firm foothold, he could barely see anyone for a day, and he could also avoid the two bad guys upstairs and show affection all day long.He Rongsu and Mu Yin calmly huddled in their residences, working hard to improve their abilities.Time flies.

On the evening of the third day, an alarm sounded at the base.

It is said that zombies attacked the city.

Hearing these words, He Rongsu's heart skipped a beat, the lingering prestige of the previous painful experience in "Ji" has not dissipated, and it will inevitably make her a little terrified when it happens again at this time.

But as a rare third-level supernatural being, he usually eats and drinks for food, and at the critical moment, he has to work hard.Low-key guys like He Rongsu, Muyin and the others who were almost moldy were also called to the city wall.