504. Brain brutality

Feng Yiling completely reduced the distance between him and Mo Tong, reached out directly, hugged Mo Tong's waist with one hand, and hooked Mo Tong's chin with the other hand and kissed it.

"As long as you are there, there is no fear of death."

It rained heavily, and it fell suddenly.

Mo Tong struggled several times, either pushing or pounding, banning or moving, trying to break free from Feng Yiling's restraints, but was pressed tighter by Feng Yiling.

The close contact with each other made Feng Yiling's temperature pass through the clothes to Mo Tong. At the same time, the faint fragrance unique to Feng Yiling also came as they approached at zero distance, lingering around Mo Tong's body.

Feng Yiling's body fragrance is different from Qin Anmoxibustion's kind, full of mystery and charm, can make people lose their minds, and cause chaos to their senses, his taste is light, cool, like an empty valley orchid, with a unique, refreshing fragrance.

A sniff is enough to get on the head.

Because of the difference in height, Mo Tong was tightly clasped by Feng Yiling with one hand and the back of his head with the other, and the whole person leaned back in a stiff posture.

The rain slid down on their faces, pooled, flowed. Even if the heavy rain washed away, it couldn't wash away the warm touch on his lips, Mo Tong looked close at hand, even if he was ruthlessly washed by the rain, he didn't remove his "fake" young face, Mo Tong guessed, that Qu Jinmo was so fascinated by him, I thought it was brainwashed by his peerless face.

However, she is not his Feng Yiling's licking dog, even if his peerless face is against the sky, she will definitely not be able to suffer from his way!

Seeing Mo Tong looking at herself with a pair of swarthy eyes, Feng Yiling let go of her lips, smiled slightly, and then lightly touched her lips, and then tossed and turned to fight elsewhere.

Feng Yiling finally got free, and he no longer had the mission of thriving his family, nor did he feel guilty about Feng Jinyue.

He is who he is. In the few years of his life, he has to be true to himself, dare to love and hate, and want to love and hate.

The first step to be true to yourself is to find Motong, the second step is to confess to her and show your intentions, and the third step is to join hands and wander the world.

The first step has been completed, and the second step is almost complete, and the rest is the question of Mo Tong's acceptance, and the whole thing should be between the second and third steps.

In fact, this is not the first time he has shown his heart to her. And she has always been at the stage where she has not clearly expressed acceptance, so Feng Yiling decided to take a risk.

Mo Tong's neck is afraid of itching and not afraid of cutting, for this, Feng Yiling has long known this. Seeing that Mo Tong was still open with a pair of eyes, and there was a little displeasure in his eyes, Feng Yiling pretended not to see it, his lips opened slightly, and he touched Mo Tong's neck lightly.

The itching on the top instantly made Mo Tong go berserk.

"Xiaomo, you have to close your eyes at this time."

"It's a beautiful moment, and you should feel it with your heart."

Feng Yiling deliberately suppressed his voice, charming and natural, touching the neck of the ink pupil four times, and at the same time blowing on the ear of the ink pupil.

The fatal itching made Mo Tong's heart suddenly become very chaotic, as if he had been scratched by a cat, and his clear vision began to blur, and then he couldn't see anything.

Including the Fengyi Mausoleum, which is close at hand.

Loving and being loved is an ability in human emotion.

Even though she is used to seeing many emotions in this world, Mo Tong has always felt that in fact, she doesn't need to be loved and loved at all. There is no such thing as loving and being loved for a long time. Even the love of her parents has changed, not to mention, she was chosen by her parents to give up from birth.

Although the survival of the Hitomi Heart Pavilion did not make her lose her life, it basically made her lose the so-called ability to love and be loved.

She can understand the love of others, and she can sympathize with the love of others, but she can't love anyone. Including Feng Yi Mausoleum.

What is love, is it mutual temptation, mutual teasing, and mutual attraction between men and women, or is it a hug, kiss, and vow between lovers?

Some people say that love is a very deep thing, some people say that love is an emotional instinct, and some people say that love is something that makes people happy.

Motong didn't want this kind of thing, and she didn't want this kind of thing. Even if it was well-intentioned, the commonplace loss scared her. Probably because she has lost enough in this life, and there is nothing to lose, so she cherishes everything now and can't lose it again.

The rain soaked the clothes, stuck to the body, and was wet, like a chicken in the pond. Motong didn't like the weather, and she didn't like the feeling. She still likes the scorching sun and clear skies.

Seeing that Mo Tong still refused to close her eyes, Feng Yiling let go of the hand that was holding the back of her head, directly covered her eyes, and kissed her lips again.

Gently and gently, itchy and comfortable, such as grinding, such as carving.

Some rain fell down Feng Yiling's lips into Mo Tong's mouth, and for a moment, Mo Tong couldn't tell whether it was the rain that was sweet, or Feng Yiling's lips that were sweet.

It feels like you've been poisoned!

Mo Tong sensed that this undeserved state was eating away at her Mu Ran, and her heart suddenly beat even more chaotically, and she involuntarily struggled again. Although Feng Yiling clasped her waist, because her other hand covered her eyes, she relaxed a little bit of strength, and was finally broken free by her life.

Breaking free of Feng Yiling's embrace, leaving his lips, losing his deliberate confinement, the free air and the wetness of the rain entered the nostrils of the ink pupil.

Looking at Mo Tong's slightly embarrassed appearance, Feng Yiling's heart suddenly hurt as if he had been poked by a knife. Yes, he minded if she pushed him away and rejected him, but he smiled slightly, his eyebrows deep, "Xiaomo, can you feel it-"

Before Feng Yiling finished speaking, Mo Tong directly reached out and grabbed the collar and dragged him over. It was not easy for the two of them to separate the distance, and because of Mo Tong's initiative to reach out and drag, they once returned to the pre-liberation period.

Finally waited for Mo Tong to take the initiative, Feng Yiling's heart was moved, thinking that she was finally moved by him, but before he could turn his happiness into practical action, Mo Tong pinched his chin, turned his head, and looked behind him.

At that moment, he saw with his own eyes that where he had stood before, a flower pot had fallen and shattered.

It's a high-altitude projectile!

Although they kiss and do things on the street on a rainy day in public, they will not be thrown away from flower pots!

Of course, this was not a simple flower pot, on top of the flower pot, Mo Tong saw traces of spiritual power!

After all, they are standing on the pedestrian street, although there are also high-rise buildings on both sides, and residential areas are lined up one after another, but to throw this flower pot to their position, they still have to deliberately throw it at a distance!

Going up the straight line distance along the flowerpot falling, probably above their heads, to be precise, in the residential area at a distance of forty-five degrees, at the fifteenth floor, Mo Tong and Feng Yiling both saw a familiar face-

Moxin language.

When a flower pot falls, how can you relieve the displeasure and hatred in Mo Xinyu's heart, of course, hundreds of flower pots have to fall in a rainstorm pear flower is the right way to open it.

The people who were originally hiding under the eaves to avoid the rain and watched the young people who were in love and doing things rashly, saw that it suddenly rained dense flower pots in the sky, and many people changed their faces, and at the same time they avoided it, and directly tried their best to avoid this piece, for fear that watching the excitement would cause an unwarranted disaster and hit themselves.

You know, even if an egg falls from the fifteenth floor, two people can be smashed into brains, and such a big flower pot can't live if it doesn't die.

As the dense flower pots fell, thunder rang out in the cloudy sky, and at the same time, at the end of the pedestrian street, an even greater agitation was heard.

Countless people rushed out of the supermarket at the end of the pedestrian street, they were not afraid of the lightning and thunder in the sky, nor were they afraid of the violent washing of the rain, and they were not afraid of the flower pots that fell to the ground-

They ran towards this direction with all their might.

From the scattered in the wind and rain, as well as the crowd of people who came frantically, Mo Tong saw the reason why they were running crazy - their brains were ruined!

The ferocity of the brain-dead has been seen in the experimental area. Their fear and destructiveness are no different from zombies. In Yan Shao's last memory, Mo Tong had seen the harmony and splendor of the experimental area, just like the Gaoling City where they were located.

However, because of the loss of control of a third experimental area, brain wreckage appeared, or rather, zombies appeared. The entire experimental area was destroyed by a group of zombies.

After the collision between the experimental area and Nanshi, it was not only the zombies who followed her back to this world, but also the prehistoric monsters that came out of the huge honeycomb briquettes under the experimental area.

The ones that are really named brain-dead are those prehistoric monsters.

The so-called monsters, non-human races, they have no feelings for people, only two target behaviors, either kill or eat.

Most of the brain-dead are mixed with these two target behaviors, so the brain-dead are terrifying. About half a year ago, almost all the forces were dispatched to deal with the brain-dead who ran out of Nanshi, and she was also named the Demon of Disaster at that time.

In other words, isn't the battle of annihilating the brain-dead already won, and a celebration banquet was held in the Qin family, how can there still be brain-dead hiding in Gaoling City, what a coincidence, today's riot?

Looking at the chaotic crowd of people fleeing for their lives, someone who took shelter from the rain and joined the noisy melon-eating crowd grabbed a person who ran for his life and asked, I heard that the brain was dead again, and everyone did not avoid the rain, and they all fled one after another.

The ferocity of the brain-dead, even if you don't come in person, you can still see the terrifying scales and half-claws on the Internet more than half a year ago.

Brain-dead are like zombies.

When you see people, you will gnaw, you will kill when you see people, you have low intelligence, and you like to eat people's brains, so you are called brain-dead!

The rain was pouring down, and there were many people fleeing for their lives, panicking, and tranquility was gone. Most of the roadside shops on the pedestrian street had not yet had time to close, and the clerks and shopkeepers abandoned the shops and fled. Some people are reluctant to operate in this life, and they close the door in a panic, but unfortunately, those doors can't stop the attack of the brain-dead at all.

The first wave of brain-dead people had already grabbed the necks of some people and appeared in Mo Tong's field of vision.

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