Chapter 57

"Luck is also part of strength sometimes!"

Fang mobing said coldly, then didn't look at the three again, and looked at the two humanitarians around him: "let me see your luck again. If it's good enough, you won't be hurt. If it's not good enough..."

"I gave you a chance. Don't blame me for being ruthless then!"

After all, he was hard hearted.

In principle, these people were very crazy last night, just like the last carnival.

In Ye Qingcheng's notebook, it is clearly stated that such lazy people are not worth paying attention to at all, and they can't take them with them, because they may drag down his steps.

But he didn't have that kind of heart of stone.

It's OK to pretend, but in his heart, in fact, he still sympathizes with these people's experiences.

But this sympathy must not be revealed.

Man is an animal with extremely complex emotions. Once he has a sense of sympathy, others will feel it and will not let go if they catch him.

At that time, I will be bored to death. How can I become strong and meet Ye Qingcheng again?

Take the initiative?!

Shit!

The city will surely as like as two peas, and then let him go, or he can be caught in the house, and pressed again.

Once dragged down, a small part of his strength may not play out! Evolution is joking.

Therefore, he would never show any sympathy, even if he was worried to death. For example, he was very nervous in the face of Qin Xiaoyu, who almost became a monster, but he well suppressed that impulse.

Now, the relationship between the two is still unchanged. It is still close to friends, but it stops at friends.

He knows that his appearance must be very bad now. I'm afraid it's not much worse than ye Qingcheng's easy killing at the beginning... Well, he's still a lot worse. He's a real devil. He doesn't have half sympathy for anyone or any creature except him!

A month's wailing by a psychologist has perfectly proved this.

To him, he can't do it. If you let him cross back, maybe he'll try his best to protect Ye Qingcheng. Like Ye Qingcheng, he uses demonic methods to make him mature quickly to deal with the changes in the future

He may not be able to

It's embarrassing to think that a man can't do what a girl can do, and that girl is still his girlfriend.

Of course, he is like a cold and ruthless weapon, which outsiders will not find.

As for now

Luck is indeed a part of strength, and it is absolutely a part that can not be underestimated. They can run out of the siege of dozens of zombies without being hurt. This is bad luck, okay?

Ordinary people can do this, it is not ordinary.

What's more, they can still see the forklift that has driven tens of meters, which is enough to prove that they are very likely to live in the face of the end of the world.

It's good for such a person to be a porter or a worker who serves him directly.

In this way, in the end, he has Qin Xiaoyu's warm smile, Zhang Qiang's skill in playing tricks and repairing cars, and the luck of these two guys. It will be very easy to live.

"Me, what shall we do?"

"The zombies have been surrounded. Are we still running?"

The two men looked at each other and found each other's wounds at the same time.

"Run? What?" the woman stood up blankly. Suddenly, her eyes became more and more bright, and then quickly tore off her clothes: "since it will become a zombie, let's have the last cool!"

"Good!"

"That's it!"

Fear is gone. Anyway, it's death. It's better to enjoy it more purely before death.

How they came into this world is how they left.

This scene, there is not much tragic, nor much color, Department, all is the final madness, and the final outcome is not full of sadness.

……

Fang Mo saw this scene, his hands and feet were frozen, and his back was torn out by the zombie.

What these three people did was really beyond his expectation.

He turned his head and looked at two men and women who might have been like this. He was even more stunned.

European God is worthy of European God. He was injured, but these two guys didn't know how to do it. They didn't have the slightest injury, and the foothold of each step would defeat the attack of zombies.

If the chieftain is angry, blood splashes five steps!

"Roar!" Fang Mo uttered a roar in a repressed voice, and then slaughtered the surrounding zombies cruelly and bloody: "you, die for me!"

"Will he kill us?" the man was the big boy who took Fang Mo to look for supplies yesterday. He was not thin, but he had not grown. At this time, he was trembling all over.

His trembling just escaped the claws of several zombies.

The woman swallowed her saliva, shook her head, and opened her mouth with some uncertainty: "should, no? But if he was caught by a zombie, would he..."

"The shoelace is open!"

She stumbled and almost fell down. She avoided a zombie. If she was too quick, her claws didn't count. At the same time, when she lowered her head and tied her shoelaces, she also avoided the attack of two zombies.

It happened that Fang Mo came at this time and ended these zombies one by one. The two of them were not hurt at all.

"Open your chest, there will be a black calamity gel in the heart, put it in your pocket, and bring it to me later!" he left a voice, and then more mad to attack the zombie group. Every time he shot, he killed one or two, killing more than three or four.

The feeling of fatigue appeared on him.

However, he was not dull at all. Instead, he was stimulated by the European emperor to his helpless heart and excited again.

"I'm still alone, not a monster!"

Although he seems to have completely accepted this power on the surface, at the bottom of his heart, he always doubts whether he has become an tireless monster? If that's true

Isn't it similar to a zombie?

Now, when he had been moving his hands and feet for a long time, he began to feel tired.

What does that mean?

He is not a monster and will be tired, but the evolved body can make terrible attacks even if it is tired.

But fatigue was fatigue after all. The scars on his body were increasing, the feeling of pain began to appear, and the blood flowed out of his wound.

"After such a long time, Qingcheng will certainly like it..." secretly, he added such a sentence in his heart, and then smiled without any integrity.