Chapter 130: Trying to Plot

"It's that breath, it's there again..."Chen Guang slowly sat up from the cold ice bed, there was a white mist in the cave, the temperature was very low, and his movements were a little sluggish.

After waiting for a while, the long ink-colored hair fluttered slightly, as if there was an invisible force around him, diffuse, and his eyes looked into the distance, as if confirming something.

After the end of the world, Chenguang was the first human being infected by the virus, perhaps it was the favor of God, the night he was infected by the virus, I don't know where a basketball-sized "alien energy" flew out, pierced the roof and fell into the house.

What people don't know now is that zombies absorb the "source of infection" and will quickly grow into high-level zombies, but the "source of infection" contains a huge amount of tyrannical energy, so that most of the consciousness possessed by the zombies has been annihilated.

The difference is that if the zombie absorbs the "alien energy", in which the warm and pure energy is obtained, the zombie will be transformed from the inside to the outside from the beginning, so that the zombie becomes no different from a human, including the zombie virus, and it can also be collected and released freely, maybe one day, it will become a human again.

Although Chenguang can't remember the memories before the end of the world, every time he is promoted to a level, he will get a baptism, and his thinking becomes clearer and clearer, and he faintly feels that evolving to the 7th order is very important to him, but he doesn't know what will happen.

This cave appeared after the end of the world, and the naturally formed cold ice had some strange energy, so it was split into a platform by his palm and used as a bed.

Because he couldn't break through for a long time, his state of mind was relatively disordered, and his cultivation was not advancing but retreating, and resting on the cold ice bed was conducive to his stabilizing realm, so after retreating from the border forest, he had been lying down here to cultivate.

As soon as the aura in the distance appeared, it made the realm barrier that had not moved for a long time make him feel a little shocked, thinking that when he was in the north, he had been chasing this aura before entering the border forest.

After careful discernment, Chenguang rose into the air and flew towards the security base of Ohara City, where the hatred was located.

Wei Wei'an has been away for several days, and after the end of the world, he has not yet developed a device that can communicate remotely, Qiu Ai has been restless for a few days, locking himself in the house to cultivate, just sending Uncle Hei to hide next to Qiu Zhen.

On this day, I plan to look up to the sky and sigh, and I am also ready to chant a poem of hatred: "Affectionate parting since ancient times..."

"Little girl, don't moan there without illness!" Uncle Hei's voice suddenly appeared in Qiu Ai's mind.

Qiu Ai pursed his lips a little embarrassed, pushed the door out of the bedroom, and looked at the two people in the living room, "Uh... Uncle Hei, what's wrong, is there a situation on Xiaoji's side? ”

Uncle Hei seemed to have just poured a cup of tea, drinking with Han Mucheng, and when he saw that hatred and love came out, everyone and the corpse showed a helpless expression.

"Just when you were sad and sad, your brother took people and went outside to pull a few truckloads of supplies back." Uncle Hei said slowly.

"Is it so powerful? Isn't that a good thing, worthy of my brother! Qiu Ai also poured a glass of water, thinking about when it was time to meet his brother.

Seeing that Qiu Ai's brain circuit was not enough, Uncle Hei had a headache, although his head didn't feel anything anymore, he felt that Qiu Ai was a very smart girl, but he was too lazy to use his brain for many things.

"The Taiyuan City Security Base is basically two major strengths now, and the enemy and the base chief Chu Feng are both eyeing each other, and once the situation is broken, someone will want to attack." Uncle Hei said, wanting to see what to do with hatred.

"It's just a rabble." Qiu Ai suddenly straightened his body, put on a very queenly demeanor, and said lightly.

But he was handsome for only 2 seconds, and she remembered something again: "Is someone trying to plot revenge?" Or do you want to use a beauty or something, hehehe, I really want to see that kid eat deflated! ”

Uncle Hei suddenly felt that he was assigned to secretly observe the revenge marks, not to protect him, but really his own sister.

He said: "I secretly went to Chu Feng a few times, and overheard that the amount of materials brought back by Qiu Zhen this time is abundant, and their side has always used it extravagantly, and they are worried about this batch of materials, it seems that they want her daughter to be drugged, and then push the boat down the river and accept your brother as a son-in-law." ”

'This routine is too vulgar, can it be new, how can that Yiran be a man, he can do it, but fortunately he left for An. Qiu Ai secretly thought, thinking that she should prepare some antidote pills for her younger brother, not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, in case she was tricked, she didn't want that kind of brother and sister.

At noon, Qiu Ai returned to the space and asked Chen Lan to make a bowl of hand-rolled noodles, the familiar taste, my brother would definitely not doubt it.

Then let Han Mucheng carry the thermos box and look for revenge.

Half an hour later.

"You're here to join our captain?" Zan Jiannan looked at the person opposite, carrying the thermos box and looking back and forth.

"Someone asked me to bring this insulated box to Captain Qiu, so let's eat it while it's hot." Han Mucheng handed over the thermos box, but Zan Jiannan hesitated and didn't answer, he hadn't seen this person at the base.

From the moment Han Mucheng came in, Qiu Zhen smelled the familiar fragrance that seemed to be absent, "Is the old sister bringing me food again?" Why don't you come to me yet... Why is there a sense of foreboding...'

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