Doomsday tyrant's rolling pet

It was getting late, and several people found an abandoned cave to rest temporarily.

The cool night fell silently, covering the bicycle lying crookedly at the entrance of the cave.The wheels were blown by the wind and turned half a circle, and then creaked back after pausing for half a second.

In the unknown distance, the roar of the zombies is hoarse and hoarse, straight to the sky; the infected wolf shows its blue and black fangs, ready to move; Holding the shotgun with empty bullets, she cried and confessed her dying words.

In the swamp, the crocodile poked its head out slowly, opened its mouth wide, and quietly waited for the impetuous sacrifice of the thin and weak goat...

This night is destined to have countless tragedies.

Only here, a bright bonfire rises in a remote cave, and the hot air waves warm the entire space.

The shadows and light are intertwined softly. The four of them sit together, and their faces are slack after a tiring day.

Yi Rui knelt on one knee beside the fire, and kept adding fallen leaves and hay to it.The fire burned more vigorously, and the orange light shone into his peeking eyes at the young man, blazing and shy.

Everyone has a bag of potato chips in their hands, sticking out their tongues carefully to lick the seasoning powder on it - since their uncle died, they have not eaten normal food for a month.Therefore, cherish this hard-won snack.

Only Yuan Gun's painting style was different. He tore open the bag, stretched his white and tender fingers in, grabbed it, stuffed it in his mouth, his pink cheeks were bulging, and he bit it crisply.

A pack of plain potato chips was dried up in twos and threes.

The boy lifted the bag, poured the broken potato chips into his mouth, crumpled it up when he saw that it was completely gone, and threw it into the fire.

He patted the potato chip powder on his hands, propped himself on the ground, and was about to get up, when a pack of fresh cucumber-flavored potato chips and a pack of tomato-flavored potato chips were held in front of him by both hands at the same time.

It was Yi Rui and Qi Wei wearing glasses. The two boys glared at each other, turned their heads, and said in unison: "I'll eat for you~"

After speaking, they gave each other a hard look.

"No need, you haven't eaten much." Yuan Gun waved his hand, ashamed to grab snacks from the children.

He took the dusty backpack next to him, unzipped it, took out the last four packs of pickled peppers and bamboo shoots, and distributed a pack to each of the children.

Yi Rui and Qi Wei blushed, pinched the snacks handed by the boy, and fumbled for a long time but were not willing to open the bag.

In fact, Yuan Gun originally planned to cut up the grapefruit for them to eat, but as soon as he thought of the warning from the man in Mai, he felt uncertain, afraid that he would do something bad with good intentions.

I am a special trait raised by spiritual food milk, it is understandable that I am fine after eating, but it is hard to say for these children with ordinary physique.

Eat it by yourself, it's tiring to carry it in your bag.

Yuan Gun took out two round grapefruits from his backpack and laid them flat on his cross-legged legs.

I am preparing to use my nails to open fruit.

A figure suddenly rushed in from the entrance of the cave: "You can't eat it!"

Yuan Gun trembled in fright, and the two grapefruits on his legs rolled to both sides.

One rolled to Irina, and the other rolled directly to the feet of the man in black.

Looking at the airtight sackcloth and the deep black hood that could not see the facial features of the man, Yuan Gun felt familiar: "You are not that..."

"It's me." The man in Mai interrupted Yuan Gun immediately, his voice sounded as if he was not very old.

He squatted down, the hem of the sackcloth meandered to the ground, rubbing a layer of white ash.

He stretched out a hand that was also wrapped vertically and horizontally in sackcloth, and pressed it on the grapefruit.

At this time, something magical happened.

The pomelo suddenly turned black, and countless large and small pits appeared in the dense peel, and the shape was no longer as round as before. The irregular protrusions on the surface of the peel made it look like a disgusting tumor.

Hei Mayi grabbed the grapefruit and threw it far into the fire with a raised hand.

The flame seemed to be nourished, and jumped into the air, splashing sparks, and the surface of the burning grapefruit quickly precipitated oil droplets and became dry. The sound of protein-containing meat being grilled.

It is very permeating in the ears.

Seeing this, Yi Rui also kicked the grapefruit that had rolled to his feet.

The tongue of flame never refuses anyone who comes, hugging it tightly and jumping a few inches higher, the momentum is very violent.

In the distorted and steaming air waves, everything jumped and shook: Yuan Gun's round red face, Qi Wei's reflective lenses, Yi Rui's wide-eyed eyes, Ye Cui's pointed and small chin, and Lynch Lips parted in panic...

They flashed past the edge of the bright zone of the flames.

Then, the fire suddenly went out.

A puff of scorched smoke filled the air.

Hei Mayi pulled out a smooth polished mahogany short stick from his bosom, plucked the scorched black pomelo that had shrunk to the size of a fist, and said with a sigh of relief: "It's dead."

Yi Rui leaned forward, added a few more bundles of hay to ignite the sparks, the bonfire burned, and the cave was illuminated again.

Yuan Gun pressed his hands on his stomach and rubbed it, but he didn't feel any discomfort.

"This grapefruit, what will happen if you eat it?"

Hei Mai: "This is a mutant pomelo. It is good at disguising itself as a normal pomelo. Once eaten, it will fall to the ground and convulse to death within ten seconds. The corpse will become fresh protein nourishment for the pomelo tree."

"Oh." Yuan Gun put down his hand.That's fine.

He just happens to be antiviral.

However, those wild fruits outside must not be eaten indiscriminately in the future.

Although it is said to be harmless to the body, the process of revealing just now is disgusting enough.

If it weren't for the crowds around, Yuan Gun would even want to retch a few times against the fire.

He stroked his chest, and sat a little further away from the campfire, and then a little further away, until he could no longer smell the burning smell.

"Come and sit." Yuan Gun pointed to the empty seat he had vacated.

Hei Mayi walked over obediently.

Yuan Gun tapped his knees with his fingers, and asked him doubtfully, "Aren't you hot?"

"A little bit." Hei Mayi responded.

Yuan Gun's black eyes flashed with sly light, and the corner of his mouth seemed to be raised slightly, he said with a smile: "Then you can take off the sackcloth, it's so hot wearing it."

Hei Mayi paused for 15 seconds, then nodded slightly in agreement and said, "You are right."

He raised his hand and actually pinched the brim of the hat and put it behind his head.

A head of black long curly hair as thick as seaweed fell down, vertical to the waist.

Then the outer layer of sackcloth was also taken off, and the charming body hidden underneath was gradually exposed. She was wearing a very cool leather waistless vest and hip skirt, with crisp breasts and hips, and a slender waist. The limbs are so thin that they can be held with one hand.

Yuan Gun sat obliquely behind her and was amazed to see only one back, let alone Yi Rui and the others who were sitting facing her.

Lynch's face was filled with shock: "Are you a woman?"

Yuan Gun's curiosity was aroused, he stood up, walked over and sat next to the black linen clothes.

Turning my head to look, oh, she's really a girl!

A girl about 20 years old, with a delicate face and a plump figure.

Ye Cui: "I really envy your hair volume~"

The girl in sackcloth straightened her long hair that fell to her cheeks, and lowered her face shyly.

Ye Cui: "But why does your voice sound like a man's?"

"Ah, that, the fake male voice is to protect myself." Hei Mai cleared his throat and restored his original soft and sweet voice.

Yuan Gun nodded: "That's right, a pretty girl like you must protect herself." He reached out and picked up the sackcloth on the ground, and put it back on the shoulders of his sister Guangguo: "Cover up tightly, people with ulterior motives in the last days But the sea is gone."

When Yuan Gun was reading this novel before, he saw a plot of rogues bullying a weak girl. At that time, he was so angry that he slammed thousands of words of advice in the comment area, and the author of the letter would arrange for the scumbags The plot of physical castration.

Otherwise, it will be hard to get rid of his depression!

However, there are too many similar comments, and the emotional text written by Yuan Gun for several hours was directly ignored by the author.

The expected abuse plot will naturally not appear.

Even under that comment, there are other readers who enlightened his reply: the background of the end of the world, the distortion of human nature, this kind of thing is inevitable, just treat it with a normal mind.

Reader 2: When we read this kind of end-time theme, we want to see discussions about human nature, good and evil, and want to read brainless slaps in the face.

Reader 3: What article does BLX read, wash up and sleep.

I was so angry that I almost stepped on the footbath.

"Grandpa BLX?? Your whole family is BLX!!" He cursedly picked up the kettle and poured another half of it into the basin, but he burned himself so hot that he jumped onto the bed with wet feet.

Yuan Gun: ...

Well, there is no place to sleep now.

The long night is full of dangers.

They had to arrange people to watch the night, always guarding against the approach of zombies.

The first wave of night watchmen are Yuan Gun, Mai Nu, and Yi Rui.

In order to maintain a clear mind, Yuan Gun suggested that everyone take turns telling some of their own stories, which is better than sitting still and getting sleepy.

Yi Rui was in a difficult situation, he buried himself in his thoughts and did not know what to say.

"Have you seen The Walking Dead?"

Yuan Gun hugged his legs, with his chin half-pressing his knees, and his black curly hair drooped on his milky white cheeks with a little baby fat. It was the most comfortable audience posture.

Yi Rui nodded: "I have seen it."

Yuan Gun: "Like the protagonist in the movie, express your emotions casually, intersperse experiences, then slow down your speech, shed a few crocodile tears, and the time will fucking pass, you don't even know what you watched in an episode. "

Yi Rui: "..."

"Understood?" Yuan Gun raised his face, his round eyes were bent, his lips were grinning, showing two small canine teeth, and he smiled cutely and lovingly.

Yi Rui nodded with a vague understanding.

Yuan Gun raised his hand to signal: "Please start your speech!"

Yi Rui: "... Keen, my name is Yi Rui. I was born in an ordinary working family. My mother died of the virus when the outbreak broke out in the last days. My father took me to flee and was shot black on the road. Injured lung, the car was taken away, we walked all day on foot, but could not find a clinic that could treat the injury, father lost a lot of blood, so weak that he could no longer walk his feet, when he was dying, he put A letter with the address was stuffed into my hand, asking me to find my uncle..."

Yi Rui said with a dull expression, maybe these things have been away for too long, or maybe he is trying hard to avoid exposing the scar—like a coward, he only dared to take a little bit, and walked slowly. Scattered steps around it to escape.

The scar of the wound is very thin, and any irritation is likely to tear it.

"Okay, I know I don't need to talk about the following plot." Yuan Gun called to stop the story of the strong boy's journal, turned his head, and looked at the sackclothed woman he was most curious about: "It's your turn."

Yi Rui secretly heaved a sigh of relief, followed the boy and turned his gaze to the girl.

The girl in linen gathered the rough shawl on her shoulders, and introduced herself in a low voice cooperatively: "My name is Duolaimi."

The author has something to say:

Everyone, don't worry about Yanyan, Yanyan won't be offline for too long.

As the saying goes, a little farewell is better than a newlywed, without a little farewell, how can there be a newlywed?

If you want to eat hot tofu, you need to prepare the front and back, so be good~