When Yunyue started to act, Morita Taro quickly knew what Yunhai and the two of them had in mind.

Grabbing some dirt stains from the ground, Yunyue made her clean clothes dirty and tore the corners of her sleeves.

She didn't let go of her face, and after her hair was scattered and messy, she also wiped her face dirty.

Soon changed from a beautiful and delicate girl to an unkempt refugee, and after doing this, Yunyue pursed her lips and smiled at Morita Taro, revealing her white thin teeth.

"I'm sorry."

Reaching out to hold Morita Taro's left arm, Yun Yuejiao said with a smile, covering his lips with her left hand while twisting unceremoniously.

A painful roar squeezed out of his throat, his left arm twisted strangely, and Taro Morita looked at Yunyue as if he was looking at a devil.

"You can't fool them, they won't let strangers in."

Because of the severe pain, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and Taro Morita roared angrily in his throat.

"It's just the two of us, it's too much of an eyesore, and if there are more people, I don't think they will care."

Yun Yue smiled like a flower, even if she was unkempt, she still couldn't hide her stunning appearance.

"How do you know ......?"

As soon as he heard this, Morita Taro went crazy, he had never struggled before, and he didn't know where the courage and strength came from, so he pinched Yunyue's neck.

"Idiot."

Yun Yue stretched out her palm and slashed at the back of his neck, and the latter fell in response.

"As if it's not bad enough?"

Blinking her eyes, Yunyue carefully looked at Taro Morita who had passed out in a coma.

"It's not bad enough."

Yunhai agreed.

"Hiss......"

A bat alien that received a spiritual order, its tail blade poking out silently from behind its body.

"No, I don't. I'm here, at least with some blood on my body. ”

Yun Yue kicked the bat alien with one kick. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand.

The tentacles poked out, and instantly condensed into a black beast head.

It looks like a mutant rat's mouth. Not to mention the vivid shape, but the mouth is exactly the same, and the black teeth are faintly cold in the direct sunlight through the gaps in the leaves.

The tentacles stretched out, and the beast opened its mouth, and even let out a small "squeak" sound, and then devoured the unconscious Morita Taro.

Scalp, shoulders, chest, back, thighs, ankles.

Yunyue bit very excitedly. Also serious.

The Alien Clan's almost harsh thrift with food and hosts, Yunyue took it to the extreme.

She didn't waste even a drop of the blood gushing out of the wound, and all of them were sucked down by the head of the touching beast.

"That's pretty much it."

Seeing that she was biting hard, and wanted to turn Morita Taro over and bite again, Yunhai frowned and stopped her.

"Okay. Then I'm going to act, it should be quite fun. ”

Reluctantly withdrew the tentacles, Yun Yue picked up Morita Taro with one hand, and saw Yun Hai nodding at herself. He then vanished into the jungle.

The spirit ordered the alien army to lurk, and the sea of clouds turned along the scope of the "space cover".

Now is not the time for the alien to appear, if it is seen by the people inside, once the mind is controlled by despair. They will definitely detonate explosives.

If the alien black technology is destroyed, at that time, the sea of clouds will slaughter all the people in the entire base. To no avail.

He is not in a hurry, in the heart of Yunhai. It was already in his pocket.

…………

"Hurry up, everyone, there's still half an hour. Gotta go back. ”

A kilometer away from "Shangjing" County, more than twenty people were busy silently, and one of them, a low fat man, looked around vigilantly and whispered at the same time.

Six women are carefully picking all kinds of plants, from flowers, leaves, stems to roots, different species and parts, all wrapped in plastic bags.

More than a dozen men, respectively, were digging the soil, and pieces of sweet potatoes the size of a human head were placed on the ground.

A few others kept loading these things in bamboo baskets and laboriously carrying them to the car.

The basket was placed on the cart and was held securely with ropes, and the axle wheels were clearly modified to look sturdy.

The car was almost full, and the pile was at least half a ton, and the road was almost covered with plants, so it was not easy to push and pull it back by manpower.

This is also something that can't be helped, the limited gasoline and diesel fuel have long been occupied by the groups temporarily formed by the awakened, so where do these civilians dare to hope.

Of course, even if they were given a car from above, it is estimated that no one would dare to drive it.

The smell can be masked with tried-and-true grass juice, including wearing a mask soaked in grass juice to mask your breath.

But the roar of the car, including the exhaust fumes, is fatal in the jungle.

"Morita Taro hasn't come back yet."

The fat man was the leader of the team this time, and his neck kept moving.

"It can't be some kind of accident, right?"

Beside the fat man, a thin young man took over the conversation, looking a little uneasy.

"Probably not, his vigilance is stronger than ours combined, plus ability, as long as he is not unlucky enough to encounter the beast tide, there should be no accident."

As the fat man was talking, he suddenly heard a scream, and he jumped over at a speed that was extremely incommensurate with his figure.

A middle-aged man, struggling on the ground in pain.

A few people next to him were as if they had seen a ghost, far away from him.

"What's wrong?"

The fat man didn't dare to touch him for a while, and asked in a low voice.

"Bugs, a bug bit through his palm and got in."

A person next to him replied in a trembling voice.

Biting his lip, the fat man kicked the middle-aged man who was howling in pain into the pit he had dug himself.

"Look at what, bury him."

The fat man kicked a young man in a daze behind him.

Only then did the others react, and the shovels slashed quickly, and large chunks of dirt flew into the pit.

Grabbing his hands on his chest, the middle-aged man looked like he was eager to scratch his chest, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth.

"Peng!"

The thin man was already on the side, and kicked him in the temple.

Even fainting has become a luxury, and the middle-aged man just closed his eyes and woke up with the real heart-rending pain in his body.

No one will show a look of unbearability.

Even the frightened woman, fearing that the worm would come out of his body and attack her, or that there would be more worms in the pit, ran up to him with her hands and feet, and buried him alive as quickly as possible.

That wasn't the end of it, they jumped up again and stomped on it until the top of the pit was as smooth as a mirror, and then they ran down breathlessly.

After doing all this, everyone looks at me, I look at you, but they all smile with relief, and there is no guilt at all.

As if this was a matter of course and a matter of course. (To be continued......)