Doomsday tyrant's rolling pet

Unlike those with flying abilities who can take straight-line shortcuts, they can only walk up the mountain road down-to-earth.

The distance was naturally lengthened a lot.

On the way, there was an unexpected heavy rain, the dark sky seemed to be collapsing, and the pressure was extremely low. There were thunders one after another, and the rain fell crazily.

Someone with supernatural abilities suggested finding a place to hide from the rain first.

Zhou Huai gave him a hard stare back.

When they were about to reach their destination, the wind stopped and the rain suddenly stopped. The golden sun broke through the dark clouds and shone on everyone's rain-soaked clothes, making them wet and stuffy.

Hou Hei took off his coat decisively, walked to the side and wrung out a puddle of water.

The people in the back followed suit, twisting their sleeves, and squeezing their trouser legs.

The sound of drizzling water was endless.

Because it just finished raining, the air at this moment is extraordinarily fresh, mixed with the fishy smell of soil and the fragrance of trees.

The dense leaves are washed away by the rain, and they are green and lush, densely crowded on the canopy, very seductive.

If he ignores the stumped limbs, broken arms, green and rotting flesh, Ji Ming thinks that he would even sleep in a hammock here for a while.

He kicked away the severed hand of a zombie under his feet, stepped over an unknown organ of the zombie, and walked outside the encirclement of the supernatural beings who arrived one step ahead of them.

"Why don't you talk?" Mingming's eyes were full of doubts.

But when he stood on tiptoe and saw the situation in the circle clearly from the shoulder of the 1.8-meter-tall big brother in front, that little doubt dissipated in an instant.

——He has never seen a big shot in this state.

The rain drenched the young man thoroughly, and his originally light and soft silver hair became thick gray because of the water. He was lying in front of the fallen leaf pit, his camouflage pants were covered with muddy soil, his face was buried in his palm, and his shoulders trembled slightly. , There were several whimper-like calls in his throat.

"Gun Gun...Gun Bao...my baby..."

A huge, heavy sadness enveloped his whole body as if it had substance, and even the sunlight couldn't illuminate the small world he was in.

All that surrounds him is the dark hue of despair.

Everyone looked over there silently, and some girls even had red eye circles.

There was no reason, it was purely infected by his emotions.

"Boss..." Mingming pushed aside the crowd and walked over, reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder, "Bears can't be resurrected after death, sorry~"

Ruan Yan shrugged his shoulders, and slowly raised his head. His face was too pale, and there were too many and complicated things in his phoenix eyes—sorrow, sadness, regret, anger, tears that would not fall, and a trace of tears that could not be melted away. It was cold and sharp.

The stabbing made Mingming's body tremble, and he pulled his hand away from his shoulder embarrassingly.

Ruan Yan lowered her tear-wet eyelashes, covering up all the emotions in her eyes.

He raised his hand, took out a small crystal bottle with a thin silver chain from his pocket, pulled out the cork, and stuffed all the blood-stained fluff between his fingers into it.

Then he pinched both ends of the silver chain and put it around his neck, stuffed it into his collar, and placed the cold vial against the warm skin of his heart.

The whole face was as cold as if it had been covered with a layer of frost, and the abyss-like pupils swept around, and all the supernatural beings touched by their eyes lowered their heads in panic, not daring to look at them.

Without saying a word, he lifted his feet and walked down the mountain.

The supernatural beings consciously separated to the two sides, and only after the young man passed by did they follow in a swarm.

Zhou Huai stopped the two flying-type superpowers and ordered them to fly down the mountain as fast as possible, and told the space superpowers to prepare clean clothes and towels in advance and wait by the car at any time.

A group of people arrived at the foot of the mountain, and two spatial powers stepped forward with clean clothes and towels.

Ruan Yan took it, got into the off-road vehicle and changed it alone.

It was a pure black T-shirt and pants of the same color. Because they didn't know the size of the young man's body, they deliberately chose a loose style.

When Ruan Yan changed and got out of the car, everyone was amazed.

It fits so well, as if it was tailor-made for him!

Ruan Yan's skin was especially fair because of his black suit. He pursed his lips, leaned back against the car door, and lit a cigarette.

The light from the fire could not illuminate the gloom between his brows and eyes. He took a deep breath, raised his head, and gently exhaled smoke rings one after another towards the sky. The smoke dispersed and blurred his entire face.

The white neck arched gracefully, his Adam's apple slid gently, and even his chest trembled, and he began to laugh out loud.

Then the laughter went from low to high, getting louder and more insolent.

The laughter made everyone feel bitter and sour, dull and depressed.

He stopped laughing suddenly, raised his hand and smoked out most of the cigarettes in one gulp, crushing the remaining cigarette butts on the soles of his shoes.

The thin silver chain around the neck was rubbed by the collar and moved a few centimeters, and the slight change of angle made it glisten in the sunlight.

Then, a brighter drop of water slid down the chin and landed on the collarbone, like snowdrops in the delicate crease.

Then came the second drop, the third drop, the fourth drop...

Silent tears are more heart-burning than any heart-piercing cry.

A tinge of soreness was slowly creeping up from his chest, blocking his throat and clinging to his mouth. At this moment, no matter how hard Ji Ming tried, he couldn't open his mouth, and couldn't even say a word of comfort.

His old uncle's heart was like being cut by a knife, and the pain was unbearable.

And the pain in the big brother's heart will only be thousands of times more than his.

Even Hou Hei silently turned his head away, unable to suppress the enthusiasm in his eyes any longer.

Maybe it's because of feeling sad, thinking of the parents who passed away forever when the end of the world broke out, and they will never see each other again; or maybe, thinking of the cute and flexible little chubby bear cub, thinking of the future that will never see that deep in the hair Its bright black eyes can no longer be seen, its mouth is grinning, its fat arms are hugging the young man's legs, and it has a cute and naive appearance begging for food.

"It's so cute." The woman's eyes were red and swollen, and the eye sockets were full of tears, as if they would fall down in succession if she blinked lightly: "Such a cute little baby, why did he die all of a sudden!"

Mingming grabbed the clothes on his chest with self-blame: "It's all because I didn't take a good look at it..."

pat.

Ruan Yan narrowed her cold eyes, quietly leaned on the car door and lit another cigarette for herself.

He swallowed the smoke, occasionally slightly bending the corners of his mouth.

The lips are bright red, the tips of the teeth are white, and the smile is cold and gloomy.

His eyes were fixed on the void, as if waiting for something.

After about five or six minutes, a car with a golden emblem turned out from the corner of the Huanshan Highway.

Stop in front of the crowd.

No. [-] opened the car door from the driver's seat and got out, and No. [-] dragged the stupid big man down from the passenger seat.

No. [-] and No. [-] jumped off the off-road vehicle that was following them, opened the rear door, put Nan Bowan, who was only half of his body, on a stretcher, and carried him to Ruan Yan's feet.

The big man was obviously still conscious, his eyelids trembled, and a slit opened, as if he was about to wake up.

Ruan Yan squatted next to him, and covered the bloody waist section with her fingers, green light flickered, and fresh white skin grew out, quickly covering the wound section, and even a big round fleshy scar appeared on the seal .

It looked as if he had been cut in half for years and had already healed.

Nan Bowan was completely conscious. He rested his elbows on the stretcher board, propped up his upper body, and looked at his empty lower half with tears in his eyes: "My legs, where are my legs!!!"

"Boss, your leg was eaten by zombies." The stupid big man explained while crying.

This sentence, as if a bolt from the blue had hit the man's brain, he fell back down in a daze, and said angrily, "You might as well just let me die, why do you want to save me?" This sentence was for Ruan Yan of.

"That's too cheap for you."

He answered with a very pleasant voice, like a gurgling stream flowing in the mountains, clean and gentle.

Nan Bowan shook his eyelids and slowly opened them. What he could see was the young man's slightly curved lips, blurred in the sunlight, like two petals just torn from a branch, still dewy, tender and soft.

"Give me a good time." He begged, reaching out to touch the petals, but before his trembling fingertips could touch a trace, he was carried and thrown into the trunk of the off-road vehicle. The breathable kind.

Although the physique of the supernatural being is strong, Nan Bowan can't die easily, but the punishment he deserves will not be less.

On the other side of the forest, Yuan Rolled on his strength skills and ran very fast.

A head of thick black curly hair was blown messily by the wind, and the sunlight glistened with the clear light in the young man's eyes, floating gently with each breath.

Finally, he stopped under a grapefruit tree.

In fact, Yuan Gun stopped because of the aroma of grapefruit.

He licked his dry and peeled lips, raised his face to look at the big and round yellow grapefruit on the tree, and suddenly couldn't stand up.

He rushed forward and hugged the tree trunk, using all his strength... Originally, he wanted to shake a few big grapefruits down, but who knew, the strength of the strong MAX was too strong.

The stout grapefruit tree was uprooted by him with a slight movement.

Yuan Gun carried the grapefruit tree on his shoulders, his face full of confusion.

In ancient times, there was Lu Zhishen who pulled out weeping willows upside down, and now there is Yuan Gun who raised his arms and embraced grapefruit trees!

My old swan, this tree root is too brittle.

Yuan Gun scratched his ears, and carried the grapefruit tree forward a few more steps.

It's very easy, the leaves are dragging on the ground, and the rustling sound is very pleasant.

Yuan Gun carefully put the trunk down on the ground, then went to the crown of the tree and picked a few large grapefruits.

The pomelo peel seemed to be coated with a layer of tung oil, bright and full, with an elegant and light fragrance, which made people salivate just by smelling it.

Yuan Gun couldn't wait to call out the Vajra Claws, broke through the thick skin and gnawed directly.

It was very sour at the beginning, the boy bared his teeth, paused, and slowly aftertaste it in his mouth. Gradually, the sourness of the flesh became sweet.

Only then did he take another bite, the juice was sweet with a bit of bitterness, clearing fire and quenching thirst, very refreshing.

Baji, baji, gnawing very happily.

Even the tip of the nose and the cheeks are stained with the plump light yellow flesh of grapefruit.

After eating a big grapefruit, Yuan Gun walked back, bent down and picked two and stuffed them into his backpack.

The backpack immediately became heavy and bulging.

He picked up his back, hugged one on the left and one on the right, and raised his feet happily to go down the mountain.

At this moment, a human voice suddenly came from another grapefruit tree next to it: "The grapefruit has mutated and cannot be eaten."

Yuan roll that has already eaten one: ...

Your uncle, he already gnawed off one of them, so it’s better not to say it now! !

"Eat, what will happen?"

Yuan Gun raised his head to look at the man with a worried heart.

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