zombie land

Although Muli's words were abrupt, Licutus became somewhat vigilant because of this.He didn't want to stay by Xuesang's side, so it could only be the study.

The days of staying alone in the bookstore are lonely. No matter how much you love books, if you face them every day, there will be no sound except yourself, and you will feel empty in your heart.Licartus wondered how Molind survived, so lonely, without anyone for company but books.

The history book numbered 2110 was sorted by Licutus into the already compiled chronicle of Molinde, and he never read it again. Even if it was other related books, even though his curiosity was constantly driven, Licutus He also controlled his hands and eyes.

The annals compiled after 2110 are complicated and disgusting, just because after that year is the era when zombies began to run rampant.Even if some historians made some records, they were all fragmentary and devoid of substance.

'The empire fights against the zombies...'

'The army of the empire died heroically at XX...'

Such words filled the subsequent history. Licutus didn't know what the situation was like at that time. Prosperity was quickly replaced by decline?too fast?

Where did the zombies come from and why?Such questions kept lingering in Licartes' mind because everything had no cause and effect.

In the records of the official historian, there has never been any mention of where the zombies came from. They seemed to descend from the sky, sweeping across the land like locusts, but they were even more terrifying than locusts.

Licates knew that all his doubts would be completely solved by looking at the history book of 2110, but he couldn't...

I can only integrate those scattered sentences in discouragement, and piece together a possible tragic situation, the tragic situation of human beings being slowly eaten away by zombies...

When Xuesang walked into the study, Licutus was buried in copying, because he was writing endless sentences, Licutus frowned and pulled his brown hair with one hand, with a distressed expression .

Xuesang was facing him like this, standing without making a sound, just looking at the rare expression on Kashimir's face, he seemed to be very amused, and the arc of the corner of his mouth continued to deepen.

When he suddenly looked up, he saw Licates, who was in a bloody figure, his eyes flashed, and his deeply locked brows tightened even more.

"What are you here for?" Licutus asked coldly after having been together for a long time, and naturally the fear of blood mourning had already become a thing of the past.

Xuesang chuckled, "You are getting more and more presumptuous, huh?" There was a slight hum in his nose, which seemed to be a little annoyed, but the expression on his face did not change at all.

"Then what do you want from me?" Likatus asked back, covering the pages of the book he was copying with his hand. The blood mourner came here for only one purpose, isn't it... always like this, thinking this way, Likatus He became more and more self-defeating, and his tone became even worse, "Do you want me to kneel down to greet you? Or kneel down and stick out my tongue to lick your noble feet?"

There was a sound of sarcasm, but the smile on Xuesang's face deepened.That look is like looking at a pet that is making trouble, with forbearance, indulgence, pampering, but also a bottom line.

"If you want, I won't stop it." Xuesang said lightly, watching Licutus's face became more and more ugly with interest, and then stepped forward a few steps, and embraced the long wooden table with office The slender and fair neck of Licates.

"you……"

Licutus was about to speak, but his lips were blocked by a piece of ice.

Sometimes, Likatus also wondered, why is his body so attractive to zombies?The body is not as soft as a woman's, and the lines of the face are also unique to teenagers. Although it is soft, it gradually shows edges and corners...

However, it seems to be fortunate that if it wasn't for this sentence that aroused the zombie's interest, he might already be in the feeding room, or among the wandering zombies... But the three choices in front of him, no matter which one they are One, he is in pain.

"Don't be distracted." Leaving Licutus' lips slightly, Xuesang ordered.

Nearby, looking at the blood-red eyes of the bloody zombie, and the flaming glass-like pupils, if it weren't for the zombie's face, maybe Licates would be overjoyed.But now, looking at the obvious lust in those eyes...

Stretching out his hand and pushing the more wild Blood Sang, Licates' body at this moment has almost collapsed on the wooden table, but it can't work here, even if Molinde knew it when he was alive, but after Molinde passed away But he couldn't do it...

Can't do it?If he was forced, he never had the possibility to choose. Licates smiled bitterly in his heart. The choice he thought at the moment was only within the tolerance of blood loss. If he was not willing, what could he do, he could only bear it... …

"Please, don't be here!" So I can only express my expectations in such a pleading voice, waiting like a dog waiting for food, waiting for the 'gift' from above.

Xuesang wasn't in any trouble at all, he stretched out his arms and hugged him in his arms before striding out of the study.The small window in the study room was opened for ventilation, and a cool night breeze was blowing in. The pages of the books on the table were constantly turning. Because there was no one, the originally quiet study room seemed even more deserted...

"leader."

As soon as Xuesang and Licutus stepped out of the study, a fiery figure had already bent down at Xuesang's feet.

"Huisang, what's the matter?" Xuesang looked down at the people on the ground.

Licutus couldn't help lowering his head, but his body involuntarily leaned towards the bloody mourner's arms.

Both are red, but the fiery red of Huai Sang and the blood red of Xuesang are completely different feelings.Undoubtedly, Huai Sang's fiery red color seems to carry an aura of arrogance and devouring everything, while the blood red color is more chilling than the smell of blood.

Huai Sang stood up, her height was considered tall among women, at this moment her eyes were level with Licutus who was leaning on Xuesang's neck.

For a moment, it was as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake. Licutes remembered that he had seen this female zombie twice in total, and he had never said anything wrong, but the obvious hatred and disgust in those eyes were too great to be ignored. the point.

"The things you explained last time have been done. Just now, I ordered Lixue to decorate the room from the [-]st to the [-]th."

It was obviously a simple statement, but Licutus always felt that there was a feeling of gnashing of teeth in those words.

During the opening and closing of those white teeth, Licutus couldn't help shrinking his neck, as if those teeth were about to bite his neck.

"En." Xuesang nodded, and then walked past Huai Sang sideways.

"Boss." Huai Sang bit his lip, the color of his lips was darker than his skin and turned dark black due to the pressure.

Xuesang's footsteps stopped, but he didn't look back, but looked down at Licates who was struggling slightly in his arms, frowned and said, "Don't move." His figure was still standing there, as if he was waiting for Huaisang's next move Words...but just silence.

walk around again...

"The leader...he is a human being, food." Huai Sang finally spoke, his dark lips seemed to leave a black profession.

"I don't need your reminder for this."

The words of blood mourning are like the wind, clear and light, but also revealing a feeling that the mountain rain is about to come, people want to ignore it but can't ignore it.

Licutus poked his head out from Xuesang's shoulder, and looked at Huai Sang who stood up. Licutus stared blankly at Huai Sang who stood up, and his heart sank suddenly, as if he vaguely understood the meaning of Murli's words that day. meaning...

The fists kept hitting the thick tree trunks in the forest. The winter trees had lost a few withered and yellow leaves, but they were blown away by the violent impact, and not even the last few leaves could be left.

"You are Musrei? The boy who escaped from the zombie land." A teasing voice came from a high place not far away, accompanied by fallen leaves.

Without stopping, Musley kept hitting the tree trunk with his fists, without even the slightest delay.

"Hey, why are you ignoring people?" The boy sitting on the tree pouted slightly, and jumped off the tree trunk in dissatisfaction.

Musreh still kept on, yes, only by constantly exercising himself can he kill zombies, ability, and rescue Licates...

Just hope...by then...Licutus is still...alive!

"Hey. Hey, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing that Musrei stopped his fists, his figure slowly withered to the ground, and the bright red blood dripping down the back of his hand continuously slid down his fingers.

Still not hearing Musley's reply, the young man became anxious. This person was just like what others said, strange and powerful, but he looked... so pitiful.

He stretched out his hand and patted Musley on the shoulder. This is a very strong young man. He had seen this man when Musley was carried into the village.He was very strong, but he was covered in blood, and the blood on his body made people dare not approach him.After all, if bitten by a zombie, it may be dangerous after it is fully infected...

The village chief had anticipated such a risk when he brought the man back, but there are too few human beings, and even if there is only a little hope, we still have to try our best to treat them.

But what is surprising is that the boy who was injured all over his body healed slowly without any abnormalities. The scars on his body were obviously scratched deliberately... Could it be true that he has not been bitten by zombies under such circumstances?

But the young man proved all this with his body. His strong body looks even taller after recovery, but there is no trace of popularity on that naive face, and his eyes are full of despair...

The village chief just shook his head.

How could the people in the village not understand that the young man must have experienced a bloody catastrophe, and more likely, the young man was the only survivor...

Seeing that blank face and tall figure, the children shy away from this young man, but he, as the son of the village chief, is Corrigi, and he is the future hero of the village. What's so scary?

"Go away." He hung his head and leaned against the tree trunk, his messy hair covered his face.The cold voice can make people know that his complexion will definitely not be good at this time.

But for some people, the more they are rejected, the more they want to get closer and find out. Corrigi is such a person. With a head of blond hair, he used his hands to push his slightly long forehead After reaching the back of the head, he also bent down and sat on the ground, sitting next to Musley.

Musley turned his head and met Corrigi's smiling face...

Reach out and don't hit the smiling face...

"you……"

Looking at Musley's slightly frustrated but still indifferent face, Corrigi smiled even brighter. He just likes challenges...