Chapter 493

"Come to a higher level?" drunk night touched his nose.

At this time, his body was stained with blood. In comparison, his hands were unusually clean and didn't even splash blood.

The power power man didn't have time to talk with zuiwuye. He bent over and rushed over, with his pistol pointing directly at zuiwuye's chin.

The backhand uses a dagger to block the muzzle of the superpower's gun. After jumping back half a step, he turns over and raises his feet and goes straight to the superpower's face.

Naturally, the power man was not a vegetarian. He crossed his arms in front of him and held his drunk ankle directly with his backhand.

"Go to hell." he pulled up his drunken foot and smashed it to the ground, and the power retreated quickly from the area in the flying stones.

Drunk night lay on the ground and hit his head heavily on the ground. From the perspective of the power, his blood quickly seeped around along the nearby rocks.

"What, there's no threat at all." the power man sneered, turned and walked back, but he didn't think there was a stabbing pain behind him as soon as he turned around. Slightly lowered his head, he saw the cold light of the dagger tip at a glance.

He quickly drew out the dagger that pierced the power, threw the blood stain on it, and then wiped the blood from his head with his hand.

"Do you want to be so cruel?" drunk night complained, "it really hurts to be thrown like that!"

"How can you be all right?" the power man covered his wound and took a creepy step back.

"Which eye of yours sees that I'm fine, and I'm fine now." Zui Wuyi pointed to his intact forehead and snorted coldly, "you see how much blood I've shed and how much I have to eat to make up for it."

Perhaps it was the calm drunk all night that stimulated the power. He coughed a few times. Because of a lot of blood loss, he knelt down directly to the ground, "how can your wound recover so quickly?"

The healing of the wound of a power person is much faster than that of an ordinary person. There is a process of light, but the wound of a drunk night is basically restored in the blink of an eye.

What's more, just now, he was confident that he smashed the skull drunk all night. He should have died. How can he stand in front of him now?!

"Don't look at me with such a surprised expression." the backhand caught the hand of a man who wanted to sneak into him. Drunk night raised his hand and directly twisted the man's neck, "but it's really difficult if you want to kill me. After all, even if you pinch and burst my heart, I can grow another one soon.

"Are you still human!" he stared at the drunk night with horror. The power man stepped back half a step, but fell from the back space. Fortunately, he responded in time and didn't fall in all directions.

Just as he breathed out happily, a dagger came out of nowhere and pierced his heart quickly.

"But if your heart is pierced, you will never live again." he jumped back to the high place indifferently. He was drunk all night and continued to wreak havoc back and forth like the God of death. He reaped life indifferently between the rise and fall of the knife.

The square didn't hear the conversation between them, but he clearly saw the scene after drunk night killed the power. He bit his teeth and raised his hand to order his men to withdraw first.

Is this man a monster at all? He has to check his details first.

Seeing that the people of the white envoy base retreated, he was relieved when he was drunk all night. At the same time, he turned his head and looked at Qin Feng standing not far away, made a gesture and asked, "have all the people retreated?"

"Withdraw." Wenning gave him a sign back.

Drunk without night, he put down his heart, walked back quickly and asked, "why did you withdraw suddenly? Did the boss send someone?"

"No, it should be scared away by you." glancing obliquely at the drunken night, wencuining lowered his eyes to cover his eyes. "They should just retreat temporarily now, and they can make a comeback and continue to attack at any time."

"So it seems that it's better for me to go out." I'm drunk all night. I smile. "Look at this situation, we should be able to last another day."

"It won't last long." he opened the documents in his hand and whispered, "our food supply is seriously insufficient. I've sent someone to negotiate with mobile businessmen. If the negotiation is successful, we can probably hold on for a while."

"It's really troublesome." drunk night curled his lips.

"So when will your people arrive!" he turned his head and yelled at drunk night. Qin Feng patted the table very irritably. "Seven or eight of my zombies have died!"

"In fact, I've always been curious about how many zombies you raised." recalling the groups of zombies you saw in the handover city before, I asked suspiciously when I was drunk.

"Eighty eight." Qin Feng's side eyes said, "it's not stocked outside."

"...." he rolled his eyes silently. Drunk all night, he suddenly felt that ink was not used for any support at all. Eighty eight level-3 zombies are worth a small army.

"Although it's natural for them to listen to my orders, I absolutely don't want them to die in vain!" Qin Feng said solemnly to drunk night. Qin Feng sat at the table, grabbed a sunspot and held it in his hand. "Now I just look forward to the arrival of my angel."

Looking forward to the arrival of Yu Lan? You'd better get a coffin ready.

Drunk all night, I sipped the corners of my mouth and looked like I didn't want to beat with a smile.

Zhang Xin was still staying at the mobile merchant's place. He looked at the flames flying outside and leaned against the window.

"When will your people come to support?" he asked uninteresting.

"I'll be here soon." Qu Yaoyao said with no expression, holding his chin and shaking the water cup in front of him.

He looked up at Qu Yaoyao. Zhang Xin was silent for a few seconds before he asked, "Yao Yao, you seem to have no spirit these days."

"Do you have?" Qu Yaoyao smiled with his side eyes, and there was no special mood at the bottom of his eyes. "I was just thinking about when I could go back."

"Hoo, I don't think you need to hurry. You can go back after the handover of the city." Zhang Xin thought and suddenly raised his hand and waved out of the window.

"Wang Liang, here."

Outside the door, a man in his early twenties looked over, then came over and sat next to Zhang Xin.

Qu Yao raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Liang, then hung his eyes and continued to shake the cup in front of her.

Wang Liang is Zhang Xin's good friend. They seem to have known each other before the end of the world. They are alumni of the University.