City-wide ban

On the helicopter, Qi Luyao tried his best to overcome the eardrum pain caused by the altitude.

Danqing's voice whistled in his ear, and his headache and nausea ripped back and forth in his mind. Once again, he felt that he was almost dead.

After swallowing several powerful painkillers and a sedative injection, Qi Luyao barely fell asleep.

He slept too lightly, and pieced together Danqing's words word for word in his mind intermittently, and then slowly realized what had happened.

——It was just like what was said in the previous trailer, Danqing used his so-called "technique" to control the group of zombies near the stronghold, and a riot directly forced people out of the team.

But the establishment of this stronghold was only three days ago? The secrecy level was adjusted to the highest level once it was established-are they really capable of breaking the defense directly?

If Qingshui's information technology has been so advanced that he can freely enter and exit the military information database, Qi Luyao feels that it seems that there is no need to fight this battle.

Another bout of nausea pulled Qi Luyao out of his chaotic thoughts. He opened his eyes with difficulty. He was tense and gasped for breath for a long time before slowly recovering his vision.

He let go of his sweat-soaked fist, and adjusted the focus with a distracted gaze, while the roar of the helicopter flew by his ears.

While he was slowing down, a hand brushed over his? forehead, brushing away the hair that was stuck to his forehead with sweat -- only then did he feel refreshed.

The familiar scent of milk calmed him down a lot. He raised his eyes wearily, and found himself lying sideways on a row of seats behind, with Xia Xinghe's thigh resting on his head.

Raising his head and looking at each other quickly, Qi Luyao felt that something was wrong and struggled to continue leaning on his lap.

Before he started exerting his strength, Xia Xinghe quickly placed his hand under Qi Luyao's head.

"Don't go!" Qi Luyao shouted shamelessly, but he found that the noise on the helicopter was too loud, and he couldn't even hear his own protest.

Just as he was about to turn over and grab Xia Xinghe's trouser legs, the man raised his hand lightly and lifted his head up.

In the next second, this person put an aviation headset on his head, and the rumbling noise in the cranial cavity was instantly blocked.

——It turns out that we didn’t want to drive him away, so it’s okay.

"When I put on headphones for you just now, you always rubbed them off."

Xia Xinghe put the earphones on his head and put it back on his lap. The sound passed through the electric current and reached his ears. Listen carefully.

"Is your headache better?"

Qi Luyao didn't care about his awkwardness, and rubbed his head against his leg with his head tilted:

"No, I have to smell you to get better~"

There was a series of coughing sounds that were trying to be concealed in the aerospace headset.

——This channel is shared by everyone in the entire cabin, and everyone who whispers something is shared by the whole server. In a blink of an eye, everyone turned their heads in unison, waiting for Xia Xinghe to be heard by Qilu.

"Hey~ The young people in the back row pay attention to the influence~"

"Ahem, it's good...it's good..."

In the midst of teasing sighs and ridicules, Xia Xinghe's ears, which were covered under the earphones, were burning red, and he hurriedly pulled Qi Luyao's head off his thighs.

In the end, I made a "self-respect" mouth-shape to that person, and turned to look at the book in embarrassment and indignation.

Qi Luyao blinked innocently, staring at Xia Xinghe's jaw line for a few seconds, a carp straightened up and lay down by the window.

In fact, there is still a little nausea, mainly caused by airsickness?

The interstellar travel promised to Xia Xinghe has not been fulfilled, mainly because Qi Luyao doesn't like to take this kind of transportation that flies in the sky. He is not afraid of heights, but the unreliable feeling of levitation makes him feel panic.

But he still held back his fear and looked down.

Their helicopter had already flown away from the temporary stronghold, and now only the overview map of Ancheng, which had been reduced to the limit, was in sight.

——This is the first time that Qi Luyao saw this disaster-ridden city from a bird's-eye view.

The prosperity of the past has long been obscured by gunpowder smoke. On the Peace Square, the iconic statue of the dove of peace has become dilapidated. The once dense Diamond Wetland Park in the Eastern District has long been devastated after a fire...

Qi Luyao's eyesight is poor, and these scenes can only come into his field of vision as blurred blocks of color. The black and red intertwined color scheme paints the entire Ancheng very ugly.

The fuselage sank, and far passed the tallest office building - Xingcheng Building. Qi Luyao narrowed his eyes and checked it carefully, frowning:

"Why did the Star City Building turn black? Was it burned?"

This building can also be regarded as a landmark building in Anseong, famous for its snow-white walls for decades, but the dark high-rise building right now makes people think it is a mistake at first glance.

There was a moment of silence in the aviation headset, and after everyone leaned over to observe for a while, someone cursed severely:

"Damn it, the outer layer of this fucking floor is full of zombies."

"This world is completely fucked up."

The author has something to say: a new treatment method: flavor therapy.

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Second update tonight