Pushing open the wooden door, compared to the grim scene outside, the sun is abundant here, full of freshness and the smell of books obviously makes Lan Xia more relaxed.

A table, a pair of chairs, a cabinet and a bed.

Although it is a small villa, the location is really not big, but there is very little furniture inside, but it makes people look empty and simple at a glance.

The man sat in a chair, flipping through the book chapter by chapter with one hand.

The black cloak wrapped him, and he lowered his head slightly so that he couldn't see his face clearly, only knowing that the hands that were flipping through the books were very slender and fair, like warm jade in the sunlight.

Lan Xia unceremoniously pulled out another chair and sat opposite him, only to find that the man's cloak from the hood still had its own mask, and he couldn't see anything except those bright and calm eyes.

To Lan Xia's surprise, he turned out to be a pair of human eyes, not the vertical pupils of a zombie as she imagined.

Wait, she's here for help, right?

But what's going on with this weird atmosphere, weird places, weird zombies, and weird humans!

Does she have to turn to a human now?

Wrong!

Why are humans in the zombie horde?

And it looks very prestigious, which is not scientific!

Lian Che put down the sword in his hand because of his words, who the hell is this person?!

Lan Xia was speechless and held his forehead, always feeling that these things were revealing a strange atmosphere everywhere, in other words, it was really a god unfolding!

What's going on? Don't sue her that this human is the leader of this zombie tribe.

"I'll take you there if I wait."

The steady and indisputable voice sounded again, and Lan Xia looked up expressionlessly. And the man sitting across from her was so calm, as if nothing had happened

Why didn't you just open the cliff? What kind of trouble are you pretending to be like this?!

Lan Xia's face distorted for a moment, and now he even had the urge to rush up and choke the man's neck and roar. Her lonely city is now playing against the Huaxia base!

Brother Monkey is fighting to the death with Mena and Kyaukyang!

You make her wait?

Wait a minute?

What are you waiting for!

Is she waiting!

However, Lan Xia's heart was broken, but the person in front of him was still calm, as if nothing had anything to do with him.

Lowering his head and hiding his love in his eyes, Lan Xia silently calculated the strength of this person, guessing how low the probability of taking him down with one move was.

How to finally calculate and calculate and calculate and give up!

Let's not talk about the strength of this one, now she can't handle it just outside, can she change her body and fight again!

Seeing that the person in front of him still did not react. Lan Xia lay on the table gently, seemingly lazy sleeping, but in fact, the zombies didn't need it at all.

She's just clearing her mind. When all the strength and momentum are lost to others, it is better to understand the other party's purpose first.

However, this weird zombie tribe is so worrying to her, there are too many unbelievable and weird places, so that now it feels normal to look at everything.

The first point. Why do humans appear in zombie hordes?

The second point. Why is Toru here?

Thirdly, the other party obviously knows what she is here for, so what exactly do they want to do? What exactly are they trying to do with her, perhaps?

The corners of her mouth hooked up a wry smile, Lan Xia was lying on the table, she was sure that no one would see her expression and indulged herself.

Now I miss the days when every mental work was solved by Mozishu at that time, and the days of intrigue and thinking about things all day long are really not people's lives!

Ask the IQ explosion of the deputy captain Mo Zishu to help!

"What do you want me to do?"

A muffled voice came, Lan Xia didn't even raise her head, she didn't want others to see what she was thinking through her expression now.

It's been a long time. The only sound left in the silent room was the flipping book.

Just when Lan Xia thought he wouldn't answer, the steady and incomprehensible voice sounded again.

"You have to do something." The black cloak fluttered gently by the wind blowing in from the window.

The cloak was blown open a little. also made Lan Xia, who was raising her head, clearly see the eyes that were as stable as having spent countless spring and autumn periods.

Those eyes seemed to have gone through a lot of things, and finally became silent.

At that moment, she seemed to read something out of those eyes, so that she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

Have we ever met?

Lan Xia swallowed this sentence before she could open her mouth, a painting scroll in the bookcase attracted her attention, slowly walked over, gently stroked the painting scroll and rubbed the ancient paper, Lan Xia felt that there seemed to be something she wanted to see in it.

The man didn't notice Lan Xia, as if all his attention was naturally focused on the book.

It was a painting, a beautiful painting.

The people inside are wearing ancient costumes, with long hair reaching to their waists, and there is a look in the eyes of Danfeng that she can't understand, which seems to be hearty and sad, and the people in the painting are all kinds of styles between their smiles and smiles.

The beauty stood under the peach blossom tree, holding the petals with one hand, smiling and sorrowful, her eyes seemed to contain a whole world, and at the end she smiled.

Lan Xia silently put away the painting, always feeling that something was wrong, why did she have an urge to tear up this painting?

For no reason, why did she suddenly become a demonic barrier.

"Who's in this picture?"

I'll go!

Why did she speak!

Lan Xia immediately stuffed the painting back without saying a word, always feeling that there was something strange in the painting, but he couldn't say it.

"It is a savior who appeared more than a thousand years ago."

I didn't think I would get an answer, but the man's indisputable voice answered unprecedentedly, and his voice was very calm, bringing a soothing atmosphere.

"Savior?" Lan Xia tentatively asked, is there a reincarnation or something! Seek to end the apocalypse!

Of course, this qiē is all Lan Xia acting, yes, just acting, from the moment she becomes a zombie, she will not think about trusting others anymore.

What's more, it's still a person she has never met, and that feeling of déjà vu can be done with a little mental affinity.

After she had no strength, the first thing she did was to arm herself, and then she paralyzed the enemy little by little, and found out the truth little by little.

She has that premonition, the truth of the end of the world, is not far from her.

"I'm her guardian, but you can call me Zina, come with me now." The Guardian put down the book in his hand, and strangely he walked towards the opposite place, rather than towards the door.

A small opening was made in the wooden floor, and the Guardian walked on.

Lan Xia frowned and hurried to follow.

Zina?

Why do you think it's a very old name?

Just what he said about the savior?

Lan Xia carefully recalled the words just now, when she closed the painting with just a glimpse, but now that she thinks about it, she didn't look at it carefully.

However, it was a costume, that is, a long time ago, right?

She didn't learn history very well before.

twitched the corners of his mouth, and this little episode was left behind by Lan Xia.

Although the person in the painting is three points similar to the original her. (To be continued......)