I silently touched Ibn's neck, touched it, and there was nothing......

"What are you doing?" Old man Ibn opened his eyes, and this dead space was always unpleasant. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I silently retracted my hand, not intending to have a brawl in the iron.

I don't believe in either of these people.

Ken grabbed my clothes so that I wouldn't be washed away. Xiaobai chose Ibn and Huang Mao stood at the black gauze with a good old man, otherwise he would not be able to bear to let a woman fight alone.

Next, I don't know where to go.

The scenery changes, and this reveals the architectural style that a desert area should have. Dry, windy sand, and heat not suitable for life.

"It's here, welcome to the base." Ibn jumped out of the car, and I looked at his small size, fearing that for a moment he would tear open his skin like those rats, revealing his tall inner tank.

Thinking of those mice, I suddenly thought of the man who suddenly appeared in the hotel at night in the town that day, the man who was skinned off by Xiao Yueyue. At the time I thought he was transfigurable, but now it seems that there is more to it than that.

In front of you is the endless desert, on the desert abruptly stand pyramids, in the center of the pyramid, there is a Greek-style temple.

My life, if it were a travelogue, would be good.

"Base, it's good."

Stand at the foot of the city and watch the humanoids come and go. I suppressed some unsteady breath, yes, there are no humans here.

I rubbed the gum and the sun hung high above my head, beads of sweat running down my hair. Wet the black vest that obviously doesn't match the style around it.

Ken looked at the city in front of him with a solemn expression.

While we didn't know it, zombies were also evolving, faster and more powerful than humans.

Many zombies with pale skin opened their blood-red eyes and looked at us trespassing. Many people have a few strange-shaped reptiles in their hands, and without exception they are quite ugly.

I had thought that the creatures I encountered when I was trapped in the lab that day were ugly, but at least they were kind compared to the animals that looked like several pieces of corpses had been pieced together and stitched together.

A few crocodile-like creatures that don't know their scientific names seem to smell fresh meat and open their mouths towards us.

"Retreat, retreat! I'm going to die! The old man's voice sounded in his ears, and the scene of turning on the camera just now probably shocked him deeply.

I looked down at Iben, who was smiling strangely, and stepped back silently, as if I had fallen into a snake den. I feel that my personal safety is at great risk. Every zombie walking freely here is much higher than me.

Fighting monsters has never been my forte.

"Where are you going?" Ibn turned, and the cyan lines on his face reappeared, like a devil crawling out of hell. As he moved, the zombies around him were a little agitated. A pair of blood-red eyes stared at us.

"We have contracts. You've done it now. "I pulled out a handwritten paperwork, the twisted handwriting on the paper was still the same as when I was a child.

"Well, for me, the prince, it is a sign of mercy to spare a human being." Apparently he still has that nasty arrogance.

Thor breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his watch. I think I should have a lot of questions to ask him, like, what's here, like, what's going on with these zombies.

It's like the ones in school, but it's not quite like that. A combination of various races, or no race can be seen anymore.

Since people have the right to live, then these zombies also have the right to live. But, to put it this way, I don't have the mentality of a martyr to be food for these things.

However, if there is no contradiction between people and zombies eating and being eaten, then the world will not be peaceful?

It can only be said that in this world, some people like peace, and some people don't.

"But I'll have to ask you to go to prison." Ibn pulled the little white on the side, and ran into the distance in a moment of our surprise,

"Don't resist."

The old man ordered in a trembling voice.

I stopped, and there was absolutely no escape from the resistance. I watched as the zombies wrapped in a cloth and walked around with agility clasped our hands. Put on the bracelet.

Ken struggled not to let them put on the little bracelets.

"You can't break it, Adepts." Ken took a breath, his nose shaking and not speaking. I think he must have a fire in his heart.

Ken is also a paranormal? So did Thor. I glanced at the silver bracelet on Thor's hand. Ancient patterns seem to have extraordinary powers, restricting their movements.

As for the black yarn, the black yarn was still calm like a pool of deep water, without the slightest resistance, even if she had just signaled me to kill Iben.

However, I do remember that the name Ibn was the same as that of the Saudi king many years ago, except that he died very young. Does Ibn here have anything to do with Ibn at that time?

Since Bai Ze can be resurrected at the hands of those mysterious people, I believe that what I just speculated is possible, and it is very likely to be true.

Huang Mao looked at me with a look of annoyance: "I knew that I was standing at the little prince's place, hey!" ”

I looked at him and was silent. Indeed, it was a good idea to take refuge in Ibn at this time. But looking at Ken, who looked at Ken with a look of hidden anger, I was a little hesitant. Isn't taking refuge in zombies becoming a spy of human beings?

This gives me the feeling that, like traitors, everyone has the right to choose the more advantageous side, but no one else is allowed to use such a right. Many people scold traitors not because of patriotism, but because traitors live more nourishingly than him.

It is true that territorial consciousness is the nature of animals, but patriotism is not a tool in the hands of politicians. Where the interests of the state are involved in the daily lives of ordinary people.

I don't know if the zombies will be particularly backbone, smashing everything made by humans, saying, this is human goods. Or smash the zombie's own weapons and label them as made by humans.

Something is a thing, and smashing other people's things in the name of loving zombies is all neurotic.

Thor remained silent and waited to see how things changed. Ken's men were also quite calm, the chief had no orders, and they stood there like soulless stakes.

I'm still hesitating to have a relationship with Ibn and I'm already in prison, but it's okay, there are some things I have to talk to Saul, because, as I like to stay out of things, I feel that the people around me are crazy people with ideals and beliefs.

"Bilibili, grunt." The zombie escorting the prisoner spat on the ground and walked out viciously.

Thor carefully collected it with a dropper. Ignoring my disgusting gaze: "I wonder how different they are." ”

Black Yarn is more harmless than me, so I'm locked up with Ken, who looks very powerful. I looked like I was very strong, so I was locked up with Thor. In short, there has to be a laggard.

"What did he say?"

"I don't think you'll want to know." Thor carefully put away the liquid. Leaning loosely on the iron bed. "I knew it was really troublesome......"

It's cool underground, and I don't know if it's because I'm afraid of spoiling the meat.

"Thor, what do you know?" I put my head on one hand and asked him puzzled, I thought he was a smart man, a smart man like me.

"What do you want to know?"

Thor had a straw in his mouth, looking at the ceiling and not knowing what he was thinking.

(Weak begging for the first order....... there are still two dollars, the book is over~~ two yuan, but take 4 subway stops~ tricycle for more than ten minutes, the landlord has to work two hours a day for several months~ Isn't it cost-effective? Isn't it?

Two dollars to buy a lottery ticket may not win, right? Hey, otherwise the landlord would be very unmotivated. The one-armed boy is not happy with one hand.

These days, I have walked with the tubes for half a year and bowed. Of course, the landlord has always been committed to writing a good book and not rushing to the end. Because, these are all my joys, sorrows, and sorrows. Although it can't be laughing and scolding, it can at least make people think about some problems. Isn't it? The landlord needs to encourage the ..... not to dive all the time....... bow silently, and take a curtain call. ）