Chapter 3

Half a year passed in a flash.

In these six months, Fang Mo was imprisoned in a room of less than 20 square meters, and he couldn't even see the sun. Every day, he only faced the walls with a little blood light and the bodies that had been turned into skeletons but still smelled.

Every day, he has two hours of ventilation.

In these two hours, what he encountered was the torture and ravage from ye Qingcheng, and he kept squeezing

He wanted to resist, but gradually, he was terrified to find that he had accepted the absurd eschatological argument.

In the house, he just shot two flying pigeons with a bow and arrow, and then skinned two pigeons and an animal he usually likes.

In the evening, ye Qingcheng will cook dinner for him and wait for him to go out.

Take a bath, squeeze!

KAKA!

The door opened.

The blazing light came in from the outside, which restored the light of the house that had lost power for a long time, but he was very uncomfortable and raised his hand to cover it.

"Almost. The end of tomorrow is coming. Although you haven't prepared enough during this time, it's too simple to live."

Ye Qingcheng stood outside the door. After he got used to the light, he walked over. He softened him and dragged him to half. She suddenly woke up: "by the way, the end will come tomorrow. I shouldn't make you like noodles."

"Forget it, it's easy!"

She shook her head and continued dragging Fang Mo out of the house.

The sunshine outside broke through the glass and shone very warm on the clean and warm living room. There were several notebooks on the tea table.

"The book on the table is something I left you. You will understand why I am so sure. And..." Ye Qingcheng took a breath and threw him into the bathroom.

"You stink. Wash first!"

Speaking, regardless of Fang Mo's helpless and desperate eyes, he picked up soap and... The legendary steel wire ball to brush his body.

"Pain can make you more aware. It's particularly important for you to remember this."

Ye Qingcheng was brushing and whispering. She was reluctant to give up in her eyes, but she was soon replaced by tyranny and madness, as if she had changed a soul in an instant.

After washing, she took out some clothes from the nearby wardrobe, threw them on the sofa, and then began her daily compulsory homework... Squeeze!

All the rage came out, and the voice that people wanted to burst out came out of her tone, which made people feel endless hunger and thirst.

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Fang Mo was so soft lying on the sofa with no God in his eyes. He knew how ye Qingcheng subdued himself, because he also learned.

But I don't know if it's a talent limit. He will be knocked down every time, and then humiliated to accept everything enviable.

Everyone knows that once a day, it's a wonderful life. Twice or three times, it belongs to heaven.

Five times and six times belong to falling to the earth.

Seven times eight times... Belong to hell!

Nine times, ten times, purgatory is just that!

On average, he has about nine times a day. If he counted last weekend and Sunday, it would be great. On average, he has more than ten times a day.

crazy!

Demon king!

Evil girl!

The real devil!

This is Fang Mo's greatest feeling.

But even if he wants to resist, he can't even decide his own body

Looking at Ye Qingcheng, who had made up and stood up beautifully, Fang Mo moved his eyes. He never doubted that she would cheat.

Every time she dresses up so beautifully, she must go out.

In this way, he can enjoy the beauty of the sun.

Life is so hard.

For 19 years, he never felt that sunshine was sometimes so desirable.

"I'll go first. You can recover in about five or six hours. I've taught you everything I can teach you during this period. Plus the things left to you in my notes, you can live through the early stage without any problem. You can find a way in the middle and later stages."

"Don't think you are weak. In fact, if you are not weak, even those who have passed the initial stage can't beat you."

"What you lack most now is courage and experience, but tomorrow, you should understand it all."

Ye Qingcheng gathered his hair and showed a demon smile that looked charming to outsiders but seemed like Satan's smile to Fang Mo: "I really don't want to give up you."

"Unfortunately, I don't want you to see my monster side. Wait for me. In this life, I will rise faster."

She whispered a few words, opened the door and went out.

Fang Mo didn't hear her last words clearly, otherwise she would know that she should go to a distance and even spend her most difficult time.

He just breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and enjoyed the sunshine outside the window.

……

At night, everything was silent.

Fang Mo woke up from his sleep. He was used to the darkness and was not frightened by the silent room with a bright light in front of him.

He just wondered why Ye Qingcheng didn't sneak him back today?

"Bang Bang..."

Because of his sleeping position, his bones were somewhat uncomfortable. As he got up, he also made waves of fried beans.

This sleep is the most comfortable.

It can be said that this is the most comfortable time in the past half a year.

He groped to the switch, turned on the light, glanced at the room, and was at a loss.

With his head stretched out, he came to the kitchen with light hands and feet. He took a look and found that no one was there, and the cell where he was in was dark and without any light.

"Qingcheng?"

The threat of more than half a year made him deeply engrave two words in his mind... Invincible!

So he didn't want to run for the first time. Besides, in fact, his life is still very good anyway.

It can be said that half a day is in purgatory, half a day is in heaven, and half a day is in the world.

At least, ye Qingcheng didn't kill him, did he?

However, there was no response in the room. There was a deep silence, and only the chilly air came out of the room.

"Where has she gone?" he shook his head, then subconsciously looked at the basic notes on the tea table, quickly walked over, opened one and opened it.

There are some lovely cartoon pictures on the notebook, which were selected by the two people in the past.

Shua!

The first page was opened by him, with a lovely face on it, and below it was written: "I know you're used to turning the third book on your right hand. Don't be dazed, look!"

Fang Mo nodded and subconsciously opened the second page.

Juanxiu's notes are full. The first line tells him the source of everything:

"Are you surprised why I am so sure that the end is coming?"

"Don't nod, silly. I'm bored when I see you, so I can't be a bit overbearing?"

Fang Mo quickly straightened up and saw:

"Don't you like reading crossing novels best on weekdays? Well, I've crossed, and I've come back from crossing fifteen years later!"

"At first, I didn't believe it, but when one thing happened, I had to believe it. Remember? I asked you that day, when did my aunt have a car accident?"

"If you remember, you will know that I already knew that what I experienced was not a dream!"

"Six months later, the end of the world is coming. At that time, the whole world will fall into chaos. Two thirds of the world's population will die directly or indirectly from Asian corpses... Zombies!"

"But this last zombie is very different. In short, their weakness is not the head, but..."