With the fusion of snorts, the air gradually became hotter, and Qi Mingyuan's face was so close that it seemed like he was going to kiss him in the next second.

Yan Xilan reached out against his thin lips and pushed outward, and the latter hit the snake with the stick, and shamelessly grabbed his hand and began to kiss carefully. The soft lips touched his plump fingertips like a dragonfly, down the slender phalanges, sticking out the tip of his tongue, and licking his palms.

The wet touch made the young man tremble, and his hands were a little weak. The man raised the corner of his eyes and glanced at him casually, his eyes faintly revealing a lazy and vague seduction.

Yan Xilan secretly scolded to attract bees and butterflies, and asked with a stiff face, "What did I say last time?"

Qi Mingyuan said: "You appreciate me." ”

…… When did he say such a thing.

Yan Xilan twitched the corner of her mouth: "Yes, how come I don't know?"

Qi Mingyuan replied confidently: "You said that you appreciate and like strong people, and let me express more, don't you show me your love tactfully when you get some results." ”

Yan Xilan: ......

The young man smiled: "Team Qi wake up, it's daytime." ”

"What's going on during the day. Qi Mingyuan suddenly became serious, and his affectionate appearance looked particularly bluffing. "If I can't get you, of course, I can only hope that Mei quenches his thirst and paints bread to satisfy his hunger. ”

Holding Yan Xilan's hand, he solemnly placed a kiss on the back of his hand, and the man bewitched him with a low voice like fine wine: "Your actions tell me that you are not indifferent, at least until now...... Didn't reject me, did they?"

He slowly approached, gradually breaking down the already thin barrier between the two.

Yan Xilan sighed and pinched Qi Mingyuan's chin: "For the sake of your hard work, I'll let you pass this time." But—"

The young man deliberately dragged out the long tail and paused, squinted at him and said, "If you don't behave well, I'll dump you." ”

Qi Mingyuan smiled meaningfully, "Bao Jun is satisfied." ”

Then Yan Xilan experienced the service attitude and professionalism of men.

The latter pressed him to do whatever he wanted in front of the glass window, and at the same time asked him for user feedback quite enthusiastically, endlessly biting the young man's ears to ask if he liked it or not, full of dissatisfaction, his work attitude can still pass, so angry that Yan Xilan wanted to return the goods.

As an excellent salesman, Qi Mingyuan immediately sensed his intentions, his hands tightly wrapped around his waist, and his movements became more and more forceful, just like a pile machine, fiercely embedded in the young man's body one by one, smashing the other party's order that he wanted to say to pieces, all of which turned into indistinct whimpering moans and short breath sounds.

Yan Xilan was tossed and weakened, his hands were propped up on the desk in front of the windowsill, his waist collapsed, and his entire upper body leaned forward like weightlessness. If it weren't for the desk under his chest and the man's strong hands, he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

Seeing this, Qi Mingyuan, who was cheap and obedient, stretched out his hand in front of the young man, then chuckled lowly, leaned down and pressed against his bare back: "It seems that you are quite satisfied with my service." ”

Immediately afterwards, the man did something even more indignant - he put his hand stained with transparent slime in front of Yan Xilan, and said particularly shamelessly: "Be a man with real evidence, little friend, this is all flowing from the little thing in front of you, don't deny it, otherwise my uncle will be sad." ”

This old rascal is dead perverted!

The young man turned back and looked at him viciously. It's a pity that the tails of his eyes are red, and the spring tide has not receded, except for adding a touch of style to make the beast in Qi Mingyuan's body more ready to move, it has not played any other role. The man patted his buttocks and whispered in his ear: "Relax, you're about to cut me off." ”

The eyes of the two met on the glass window, Qi Mingyuan hooked the corners of his lips, stared intently at Yan Xilan's eyes, and slowly licked the mucus off his hands, which was diametrically opposed to the unscrupulous and fierce movements under him. Stretched out his hand to support the young man's jaw, forcing the other party to face the self reflected on the transparent glass, soaked in love, lust and hope, and becoming pink and tender.

Qi Mingyuan kissed him on the cheek at this moment, which looked particularly seductive, and his tone was lingering and gentle: "Remember, I made you like this." ”

Yan Xilan wants to say that this is a matter of course, and you are the only one who can treat me like this. But he soon had no time to care about him, and the man, with a strong attitude that could not be refused, dragged him into the extreme pleasure of his senses.

Just when they were stuck in the mud and couldn't extricate themselves, in the mountains and forests outside the base, a zombie slowly sat up from the stumps and broken arms on the ground.

It struggled to turn its stiff neck, looked around with the whites of its blue eyes, and then, as if it didn't understand why it was doing this, it paused and began a thought-like behavior that lasted for several minutes.

The brain, which is in a state of strike, naturally cannot function normally like an ordinary person, and it doesn't even know why it is doing it, as if it is just an instinct imprinted into the body. The young zombie gave up on doing useless work, staggered to his feet, and the same thing fell from his body with his movements, and rolled twice on the ground before he stopped.

It was a stone. Unlike the ordinary stones that can be found everywhere on the roadside, this stone has a strange texture and is accompanied by scarlet lines that violate the existing knowledge theory of mankind. Slender and long in different shades, there are no rules at all, the color is full and vivid, from a distance it looks like a flowing liquid, revealing a strange gorgeousness.

However, this does not attract the attention of zombies, and the walking dead, who have also lost their aesthetic ability, naturally cannot stop for appearances.

It stumbles down the hill, stopping involuntarily as it passes by different species of shrub and vegetation, as if it were touching the world with its hands.

At this moment, a patrol group happened to grope its way over, and when they saw it, they began to shoot without saying a word. The zombie looked down in confusion, at his unharmed chest, at the few bullets lying quietly at his feet, and finally at the gun in the soldier's hand.

The patrol soldiers were stunned, and after a while, the squad leader was the first to react, and lowered his voice and hurriedly said to the people beside him: "Go find someone quickly, and I said that there is a guy who can't shoot through a gun." When he said this, his expression was solemn, and his eyes didn't dare to leave the zombie for a while, for fear that if he was not careful, it would cause a big disaster.

When the team heard this, they immediately took the order and left. The squad leader and the rest of the team formed a human wall to cut off the line of sight, and at the same time launched an attack on the zombies.

Bullets poured out, the sound of dense gunfire was like a storm, and the woods, which had not been peaceful for long, were once again filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke that made people tense their nerves.

Just when everyone in the audience thought that this was a signal of a wave of unsettled waves, and were ready to fight to the end, the young zombies solved the problem with a speed they didn't expect - all the people and things it touched would decay and die at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The squad leader watched his former colleague who had just escaped the catastrophe die so quickly, and couldn't help roaring angrily, and said viciously: "I'll fight with you dog!"

Before he could finish speaking, he smashed the empty gun with exhausted bullets towards the zombie, and at the same time drew his military dagger and rushed forward. can be the strength of ordinary people, how can it be the opponent of the zombie of unknown origin and full of suspicion in front of him, and he was immediately grabbed by the latter's wrist and picked up.

This time, instead of crushing his wrist bones or scratching his head, it repeated bitterly like a babbling baby: "Dog, east, west, me, with, you, fight, ......"