A white-looking and chubby man looked at the two boys standing on the roof of his house and was always amazed.

One of the boys is holding a golf club in his left hand and a pair of ropes tied to his right hand.

The other boy just carried a short handle and stood on the roof of the house.

Especially after listening to the plan of the two people, Li Shuo felt incredible for the two of them.

Sure enough, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and one wave is stronger than the other, how old am I now, and I was knocked down by a seven-year-old child?

As the action became more tacit, there was no verbal communication between the two people, and Zhao Gang looked at Wang Kai and clapped his hands.

"Bang," a few seconds later, the sound of the cannon was heard throughout the courtyard.

This time the luck was not so good, and the walking corpse began to move. Zhao Gang had ears to listen carefully to the sound, which came from two different directions, one side of the sound was relatively small, and the other side was very loud.

It seems that this time I was lucky, and I was attacked on both sides.

He took a closer look at the location of the courtyard, and the whole courtyard was very empty, and if there was an enemy on both sides, it would be difficult to deal with even a short sword.

He stretched out his arm and gestured with his hand, and found that there were various large trees on the left and right sides of this courtyard......

"Wang Kai, throw a wiping cannon at the small place and the loud place on the loud side, I have to make sure that these two zombies can escape." Zhao Gang said confidently.

Looking at his masterpiece in front of him, Zhao Gang still felt that he was awesome and had nothing to say.

Just now, I confirmed through the two rubbing cannons, and the walking corpses on both sides are still the same old problem, they are all locked in the house and can't get out.

Then Zhao Gang jumped into the yard and used a rope to connect the two trees in the middle of the yard and come back together, forming a trap.

Then he went to the room, where the sound was relatively small, and tapped lightly on the door to make sure what was inside.

If there was an if, Zhao Gang would rather not see this scene.

Pushing open the door, this small room was supposed to be a garage or something, with a bicycle and an electric car parked in it. As for the moving walking corpse,

It's about a seven-year-old girl, very cute, with clever eyes, who should be waiting for her parents to take her to school in the garage in the morning when she goes to school.

It happened that there was an electric car next to her, and she should have accidentally touched the electric car next to her when her body was convulsing.

The electric car smashed directly on her waist, because of the weight of the electric car itself, and after she smelled the food, she kept rubbing out, so the entire waist was torn open, and all the internal organs were scattered outside.

Obviously very cute appearance, but the face is covered with blood, plus the hair has begun to fall out, and the former flesh of the face has begun to wither, and the teeth are slowly turning black, but that's it, she is still stretching out her small hands and trying to crawl forward.

Watching the girl's hand slowly approach his leg, Zhao Gang had some unbearable feelings, and he couldn't bear to start, watching a fresh life disappear in front of his eyes, she was still so young, she could obviously be happy, she could be happy with her family, Zhao Gang hated himself a little, hated this system, and made many people lose the happiness they should have gotten.

But he still knew that instead of letting her live in the world like this, no, die in the world, it was better to send her directly to where she should go.

Zhao Gang walked out of the house, feeling obviously a little uncomfortable, like a big pebble, suppressed in his chest, this was the second time he had this feeling since he had killed zombies for so long.

Although, according to Clank, everything in this world may be fake, or that it's just a game.

But isn't life often a game? A game, a dream!

Watching the people he is familiar with constantly die in front of his eyes, watching the most reluctant thing in his heart continue to be torn apart, although he has been persuading others to do what to do? But he always felt heavy inside.

He lowered his head and walked slowly, perhaps because he was thinking too much about things, and his mind was a mess.

As a result, he tripped over a trap he had designed, and this time he was completely defenseless, he didn't think about it at all, and he really fell into a.

This pounce was really hard, but fortunately it was supported by his hands a little at the last moment, otherwise the whole nose would have been in close contact with the ground.

His arm was pulled down his wrist with a large opening, and his chin was visibly smashed.

Before he could react to the pain, he felt two streams of water slowly start to stay down his nose, and he quickly wiped them with his left wrist.

When he stood up, looking at the torn pants, as well as the bruised arms and nosebleeds on his face, a feeling came straight to his mind, and that was pain.

He could feel pain in his legs, wrists, nose, jaw, face, chest, and all over his body.

At this time, he was completely incapable of thinking about the problems he had just thought about. He just wanted to go home and quickly wipe the wound, clean it up, and lie down on that comfortable and beautiful bed, wrapped in the quilt.

Only at this time did he really understand what the people who used to beep and rely on for a day were like?

It's all about pain and disaster that hasn't happened to you, you're just moaning for someone else, how is someone else living? Is it something you can manage?

If you don't know the suffering of others, don't persuade people to be generous. Pain happens to other people, you can say anything, but if it happens to yourself, you can't say a word.

Those who say that the more powerful others say, are often paper tigers, and it is your turn to dictate other people's lives.

You really have to ask yourself, is this really helpful to you, to your family, or to your loved ones? ，

Living in this last world, you don't care if he is true or not, anyway, death is death, life is king, everyone has their own way, although that child is very miserable, but there are thousands of children, and she is the same, can you manage it?

At the last days, your woman's heart will harm you and all people.

It's good to live in the moment, everyone is fate, who knows who can live what kind of life?

Zhao Gang instantly figured out all the confusion in his mind just now, and thanks to this fall, otherwise there would not be a decisive, brave, confident, and strong Zhao Gang.