Chapter 631: The Daily Life of the Doomsday Me and the Boss 12
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Eighteen lowered his head, and his cool lips gently crossed Jiujiu's forehead, making Jiujiu's body tense subconsciously.
Eighteen raised his hand to remove the eyes on the bridge of his nose, revealing a pair of ink-colored eyes, the corners of the narrow Danfeng eyes were slightly raised, the cold light flashed, the flexible and beautiful pink and white lips moved slightly, and a magnetic voice slowly flowed out of his mouth: "Only incompetent people can get angry because of other people's mistakes." β
Jiujiu looked at Eighteen with a cold expression: "Are you admitting your mistake?" β
"Yes." Eighteen looked at Jiujiu's eyes that were a little red and full of mist because of anger, lowered his voice and whispered: "I'm admitting my mistake, I want to get your forgiveness, is it okay?" β
Jiu Jiu pursed his lips and said in an indifferent tone, "No." β
"Really?" Eighteen turned over and sat in the driver's seat, put on the gold wire glasses, and said with a slight regret at the corner of his mouth: "That's really a pity." β
After a pause, the eighteenth chapter turned around: "But now you can't help but be with me, the man who makes you angry, because you are as fragile as a baby, I can pinch you to death with one finger, you hate me, you hate me, but you have to cling to me to survive." β
Jiujiu's long eyelashes shook slightly, yes, now she is as fragile as a baby, without the protection of Eighteen, I am afraid that the zombies will immediately rush up and tear her to pieces.
Even though he has not experienced the end of the world, he knows how cruel the end is.
History always has striking similarities, and in this kind of competition of natural selection of the fittest, only the truly strong can continue to survive, and the truly strong are all cruel and bloody.
Eighteen is a natural strongman, he is cruel, he is rational, he can even make all the analysis without emotion, and choose the most powerful existence for himself in everything, but she can't.
She is emotional, purposeful, and most importantly, she has a weakness, she needs to complete the task, she needs to get Ain back to her, so she can't be willful, she can't watch herself disappear, she has no choice, she can't leave willfully, so she can only stay by Eighteen's side to live.
Eighteen's words were like a knife, ruthlessly cutting through Jiujiu's heart, revealing the soft and pink new flesh inside, splashing the bright red blood, trampling Jiujiu's self-esteem under her feet, making Jiujiu miserable and making her sad.
Let her see the reality clearly, but she can only choose to accept humiliation.
"What do you want to do?" Jiujiu looked at Eighteen: "If you want to trample on my self-esteem, you win." β
"Trampling on a lady's self-esteem is not what a gentleman should do, Jiujiu, I don't want you to hate me, I just want you to like me as much as before." The lens reflected a white light, and Eighteen looked at Jiujiu's eyes softer, as if thinking of those good times, the corners of Eighteen's mouth involuntarily hooked, revealing a very faint smile: "I want you to like me as before, can't you?" β
"I didn't know you before, and the airport was the first time the two of us met." Jiu Jiu said angrily.
"So how do you explain this picture, and how do you explain this?" Eighteen clicked on his wrist, and a transparent screen appeared out of thin air, on which Jiu Jiu and his figures appeared, both of them had sweet smiles on the corners of their mouths, Eighteen lowered his head and kissed Jiu Jiu's cheek, and Jiu Jiu, who was sneak attacked, was stunned, and then returned to the past with a smile.
Under the sunset, Jiujiu leaned on Eighteen's chest, Eighteen fingers gently crossed the top of Jiujiu's hair, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, and the atmosphere between the two was sweet and beautiful.
Jiu Jiu looked at himself and Eighteen leaning together almost in a daze, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.
"This ......"
"It's true." Eighteen looked at Jiujiu's eyes, and said seriously and persistently with some affection: "You are my wife, legal wife, if it weren't for that trip, we should be lying on the beach by the sea now, drinking coconut juice and lazily basking in the sun, or kissing sweetly." Jiujiu, you forgot about me, and even hated me. β
Eighteen said in a flat tone: "All this is not my fault, I am also a victim." β
Jiujiu rubbed the corners of his forehead that was a little painful, but found that he couldn't remember it at all.
"You can not love me, but you must stay by my side, Jiujiu, you are mine, before or now, even if you hate me, you must be mine." Eighteen is like a stubborn little child.
Jiujiu frowned, but didn't know what to say.
She was sure that she didn't have Eighteen in her memory, and she was even more sure that he hadn't been with Eighteen, but she couldn't explain why the woman who was with Eighteen was exactly the same as her, and even some of the subtle movements were exactly the same.
There are no two leaves in the world that want to be the same, and there are no people who want to be completely the same, even if sometimes you may look exactly the same, but some small movements will not be the same.
But now.
The small movements of the woman who was with Eighteen were clearly made by herself, no matter how much Jiu Jiu denied it, he couldn't deny that that person was actually himself.
But why doesn't she have a memory?
In Jiujiu's entanglement, the car stopped unconsciously.
Liu Fu, Kuroko and the others looked at the military vehicles blocking in front of them and frowned.
Liu Wu looked sideways at Kuroko: "This is someone from the army, should we take a detour." β
Heizi looked at the vehicles that were returning with measured eyes, while estimating their strength, and after a while, he spoke: "Go and ask where they are first, if it's Lin Li's, let's go with them." β
The overall strength of their group is good, but if you really talk about it, it always has a bit of a taste of fighting alone, especially as zombies slowly evolve over time.
And the evolution speed of zombies is far faster than the evolution speed of humans, and it is difficult to sing alone, and it is only a matter of time before they cooperate with the army.
Kuroko knows that only cooperation can achieve a win-win situation.
Liu Wu naturally thought the same way, and as soon as the two of them were combined, it was naturally Liu Wu who came forward again.
Liu Wu got out of the car, Ying Ying walked to the front of the car, looked at the people in the car and said with a smile: "Hello, may I ask which base you are from." β
"We are General Lin's men." The answer to Liu Fu's question was a relatively young soldier, with an unconcealable amazement in his eyes, and even took the initiative to ask: "Miss, are you?" β
Liu Fu smiled lightly: "May I ask if it is General Lin Lilin?" β
Hearing that Liu Wu also knew Lin Li, Xiao Bing's face instantly showed an expression of honor, nodded and said, "Naturally, it's our General Lin, Miss, who are you?" β