Dark clouds cover the sun, strong winds blow, dust flies, and the rancid smell in the air gives people a sense of familiarity, if you can't smell it one day, I'm afraid you will not get used to it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Standing on the back of the octagon, Xing Zi carried a large wooden stick in her backhand, concentrating on the scene ahead, although she couldn't see the specific appearance because of the raging yellow sand, but with the slightest outline and the increasingly strong rancid smell in the air, she could still judge what the "hill" in front of her was.

Left is just a pile of corpses, which is a very common thing in the last days, people who go out on missions, people who are powerless, mutated animals who fail to compete for prey and are killed, zombies who are hunted by strangers, and corpses can be found anywhere. After all, not every time someone comes out to clean up the aftermath, it happened on the way, that is, a fire, no matter what love and hatred have happened here, life and death fighting, and in the end it is just a cloud of smoke.

The wind gradually subsided, the dust and smoke slowly dispersed, and the group finally saw the scene in front of them clearly, and sure enough, it was a pile of corpses, some mutated animals, some strangers, and some zombies. After being dead for a while, most of the corpses have shown white ossification, and it is difficult to distinguish what they originally looked like from their appearance. Yang Jian sighed slightly, and was about to ask Qinzi and Yong Ning to throw out fire-based energy balls and burn these corpses, but they were stopped by Xing Zi.

I saw Xing Zi frowning, jumped off the back of the octagon, and walked quickly in front of this small pile of corpses, her nose moved, as if she was confirming something, and after a while, her face suddenly changed, as if the most unwanted situation had happened, and she was powerless. Standing in place and silent for a long time, Xing Zi clenched the big wooden stick, and flew to the corpse pile, her reaction made Huang Jiajia realize something, so she quickly ran over and followed Xing Zi to take care of it.

"Xing Zi, what are you looking for?" Huang Jiajia endured it, or didn't hold back, who would die here?

"I smell Chubby." Xing Zitou didn't reply, but Huang Jiajia froze in place, how could it be, how could this be? The actions of the two caused people who didn't know the truth to be nervous, and they didn't understand what was wrong with them, but they had more or less guessed some of them after experiencing the wind and waves, and they had some sympathy. Jian Lan looked at Xing Zi's back inexplicably, what was she doing, rummaging for money?

Just when the conjecture in everyone's hearts became more and more real, and Jian Lan became more and more confused, Xing Zi stopped and stood in front of a corpse that she turned out, silent. Huang Jiajia followed Xing Zi's line of sight, and her eyes turned red in an instant, although she was already unrecognizable, although people of the third gender were rare but not uncommon, she still recognized who this person was at a glance. It's really Chubby, and after separating from them, I haven't received any news from Chubby.

There is also a female corpse lying next to Xiaopang's corpse, you don't need to look at it to know that it is Xiaobaihua, their hands are clenched very tightly, it is estimated that only by cutting off their hands can they be separated. Squatting down, Xing Zi's hand trembled slightly and touched Xiaopang's unrecognizable face, everything in the past was replayed in her mind very clearly at this moment.

Huang Jiajia covered her mouth, afraid that she would stimulate Xing Zi, but she saw Xing Zi's shoulders shaking, as if she was crying.

"Woo......" Huang Jiajia cried, but Xing Zi controlled himself at this time, trying to suppress the sadness surging in his heart, and said: "They also died on the same day, the same month, and the same year, and when they go underground, they can also be companions." Jiajia, don't cry, tears don't mean anything, let's give them a ride! It can be regarded as the fate of our acquaintance and fellowship, and we don't care about the things in the next life, but the fate of this life is over. ”

"Xing Zi......" Huang Jiajia wiped her tears with the back of her hand, how could she not know that crying was useless, but she just couldn't control it, she was fine before parting, and she also escaped from the earthquake like this, but why did she die here silently? Xing Zi closed his eyes fiercely, in such an environment, anything can happen, life and death are staged every day, and what is so strange is it, it is just that he happened to meet a familiar person.

Xing Zi thought easily, but he couldn't ignore the wetness on his cheeks, in the end, he was once a good friend, and when he met again, he only saw a cold corpse, how could he really be indifferent? Xing Zi and Huang Jiajia's sadness spread to the surroundings, and also silenced Yang Jian and them, what else do you need to ask in such a situation? Even the sluggish Jian Lan also understood, and looked at Xing Zi with distress, is she crying, do you even have to endure crying?

After a while, Xing Zi stood up, pulled Huang Jiajia back, retreated to the periphery of the corpse pile, observed the wind direction, and swung out a fire-based energy ball, igniting the corpse pile full of rancid smell. Yang Jian condensed a light breeze at the right time, and gently waved it out, increasing the fire, since it was going to be burned, it was good to burn it all out.

The fire burned unscrupulously, but it never spread, just because Huang Jiajia set up a barrier of water energy to cover this small corpse pile. The dazzling firelight, the beating flames, turned the corpses into ashes, and also burned everyone's mood extremely complicated, today they collected the corpses for others, and tomorrow who will collect the corpses for them? Life is impermanent, one moment they are still laughing vividly, and the next moment they may be surrounded by the coldness of death.

When the fire weakened and the pile of corpses had turned to ashes, Xing Zi made a gesture to move forward and lifted the paragraph. As for the hurdles in her heart, give her some time, and she will also pass it, because the environment is harsh, there is not much time for her to be sad, and it is not her style to be sad. Stepping on the back of the octagon, Xing Zi stared ahead as before, guarding against the danger that could happen at any time, Huang Jiajia squatted on the side with Ah Mao in her arms, silently adjusting her emotions. Yang Jian had the heart to comfort Xing Zi, but he didn't know what to say to be the most appropriate.

"Beauty, I'll tell you a joke!" Jian Lan is always a man of action, dragging the TV box and walking a few steps quickly, after keeping up with the speed of the octagon, she squinted her eyes and bared her teeth, and smiled loudly. Xing Zi glanced back at him, but he looked helpless, quite a sense of powerlessness that he couldn't do anything, Jian Lan smiled again, wanted to climb on the back of the octagon, but was unceremoniously avoided by the octagon, just because he also wanted to step on its back, it was not too funny.

"Don't do that!" Jian Lan blinked and sold cuteness, but the species was wrong, his cuteness and octagonal couldn't be appreciated.

Jian Lan wanted to say something, but was forced to retreat by an unspeakable stench, "Nima, you actually fart?" ”