"Sister, you better go back quickly, don't be embarrassed here."

Lan Jiaojiao walked over and pulled Lan Hibiscus's sleeve, and said in her ear in a low voice.

Ming's tone was extremely sarcastic, but he had a sweet and harmless smile on his face, and his eyes were deliberately wide open, looking watery and untouchable, which was pitiful.

Unexpectedly, Rong Yu and Qin Yin still didn't even give her a charity look, but just focused on Lan Hibiscus.

Lan Jiaojiao bit her lip, this was the first time that a man had disdained her, but those two people would rather look at a waste, which made her more and more unwilling.

But Lan Hibiscus didn't care about her at all, and Lan Jiaojiao had to retreat aside, boring and aggrieved.

The circles under his eyes were slightly red, and he bit his lower lip lightly, looking at Chu Chu pitifully, as if he had been bullied.

In the past, if those men saw her like this, they would have come to comfort her in distress, and by the way, they would have been upset for her.

It's a pity that she's going to be disappointed this time.

But she had to hear how a piece of waste could say what she thought about the tune, and wait for her to make a bigger joke.

…

Lan Hibiscus lowered her eyebrows, as if she had been thinking seriously for a moment, pursed her rosy lips, raised her head suddenly, and slowly opened her mouth-

"I only heard that when you were in the last days, you were just an ordinary person with no ability, full of numbness and despair, just blindly running away or waiting for rescue."

"The last days are not only about despair, but also about stimulating people's potential in bloody killings, so that they can see hope and better welcome the light."

"You can try to imagine that you are actually a very powerful anomaly, bravely holding your weapon and standing in the zombie crowd to fight hard, and there is only one thought left in your heart, that is, to live!"

Hearing her say this, Qin Yin's eyes changed first, becoming awe-inspiring and scorching, and a little complicated.

There seems to be an extremely strong and strange heat current surging in his chest, screaming and rampage, shouting kill, kill, kill!

He was stunned for a full 30 seconds, and just as Rong Yu was about to play again, a big hand jerked him up and threw him aside.

"Get out of the way, let the master come."

Qin Yin sat down with a cigarette in his mouth, his white and slender hands slowly resting on the keys.

He first glanced up at the hibiscus, the depths of which were obscure, and then lowered his head and closed his eyes, trying to feel it......

It's like, at this moment, I am in the end of the world, surrounded by zombies, and human beings are being attacked.

Ears were desperate cries and terrible cries, and the battlefield was full of mutilated bodies, bloody and shocking!

What should you do at this time?

Of course, if you take up your arms and go up, you can do it!

If you want to survive, you can only kill, fight endless battles with zombies, and defend your home with your body!

As this scene emerged in his mind, under Qin Yin's slender fingertips, the speed of the musical notes was getting faster and faster, and it was getting faster and faster......

Gradually, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, as if he was being manipulated by something, and his hands moved uncontrollably.

The fingers that are as fast as the wind seem to form countless phantoms on the keys, so fast that they are dazzling, and they can't see clearly at all, and they are so dazzling that they explode!

"Shhhh

I obviously heard Zhang Mai gasp, his posture was no longer as contemptuous as before, and the contempt and disdain in his eyes disappeared, replaced by shock!

I saw that his pupils shrank sharply, and the whole person was stunned, and his breathing froze.

"This ...... How is this possible! ”

Zhang Mai muttered in disbelief, and the whole person became depressed.

As the sound of the piano flew out one after another, hurried, fast, and tense, as if thousands of sharp arrows flew out of the keys—

Whizzing past everyone's ears, the inexplicable tension and panic reached the extreme.

His fingers clenched tightly, and he was already dripping with cold sweat.

Towards the end, the cigarette in Qin Yin's mouth burned more than half, and the moment the long soot was about to fall, it came to an abrupt end with the last note!

A quiet room.

He picked up the ashtray beside him, shook off the ash with his fingers, and exhaled a breath of turbid air from exhaustion.