Tossing and turning, from gentleness to violence, rude and cautious.

Jiu'er was fluttering, and the scorching heat accompanied by a slightly familiar hardness made her a little unbearable, half the pain of falling into hell, half of the crazy restless lust.

"Jiu'er, don't blame me..."

She was gently placed on a soft and wide bed, and the curtains on both sides fell, obscuring the spring light of the room.

It was an indescribable feeling, so wonderful that it made people sink deeply, Song Jue used the greatest self-control in his life to stop the idea of constant aggression, and the energy in her body tentatively penetrated into her body, and the rejection was not obvious as he went deeper into the city, and then, the two were one, and they were inseparable for no reason.

Song Jue was overjoyed, cultivated for an undisguised release, did not dare to delay, and fell into the spiritual spring with the person in his arms, the majestic spiritual power in his body continued to repair Jiu'er's half-crippled body, leaving the space before the prohibition of rupture, holding the person and gently placing it on the bed, looking at the complexion that gradually returned to normal, a pair of eyes were the gentleness of the drowning person.

The world is impermanent, and too much uncertainty makes it difficult and painful for them to survive in the last days.

What is alive, what is dead, what is left behind, what is taken away, what will happen later ...

All kinds of things, even Liu Yu, who has a spirit pupil, and Jiu'er, who has memories of his past life, can't predict it.

Suzaku completely disappeared from the four major bases, a double disaster of natural and man-made disasters, and the base of nearly a thousand people was less than a hundred remnants in the end, and all of them moved to the nearest white tiger, and merged into one.

The spread of blood that day was deeply imprinted in the minds of the living survivors, heavy, mourning, ten days have passed, the imminence of death and harvesting life is still clear, the strong heart is good, the slightest weakness will be taken advantage of by fear, the shadow under the hearts of most people is getting bigger and bigger, and finally it seems to fall into an illusion, conjecture continues, seriously affecting normal life.

Shang Qi immediately ordered, recruited a lot of psychologists and psychiatric abilities, and began to treat with the healing system, newcomers joined, and the imminent abilities began to organize teams to form gangs again, the guild was overcrowded, and the White Tiger Base was particularly noisy and lively for a while.

But compared to the hustle and bustle, the few who decided to leave the base were nothing to mention.

"After experiencing fear and despair, people will remain deeply in the subconscious, and after the hustle and bustle, once they are quiet, they will automatically repeat themselves, or they will resonate with something stimulus, so that they will be trapped in it."

"So we all have to tell ourselves that all this is over, and let go of our hearts first, so that we can have a better new life."

The woman's voice was soft and soft, like a clear spring, which could wash away all the negative sadness in her heart, and she was the psychology professor who accompanied them during this time, an extremely gentle middle-aged woman.

She then recounted some clinical manifestations, which were echoed by the voices of the survivors present, and after the end, a series of applause.

Even when the body is sick, the subconscious of human beings maintains the idea of not offending people with status, especially this group of ordinary people.

Survivors of mental abnormalities are themselves flattered when they learn that they are being treated by a professional doctor, after all, no one would have thought that those high-ranking supernatural people would be in the mood to manage their cumbersome mental and physical bodies, and it doesn't matter if the effect is or not, they must not offend people.

The middle-aged woman smiled generously, but she couldn't help sighing when she lowered her eyes, she had a very high attainment in psychology, and she didn't expect that she would be useful after the end of the world, but these people...

For no reason, she was frustrated.

Especially the woman who had been resting on the case, the middle-aged woman knew very well that her treatment was useless at all.

"Okay, that's the end of today's treatment, rest well when you go back, and continue tomorrow."

As soon as these words fell, the figure who was sleeping peacefully kicked away the stool and turned away, and the cap that was extremely downward moved to its normal position, revealing that excellent face, and the movements were like flowing water, without any sense of stagnation.

The healing classroom is set up on the first floor of the military building, and the two classrooms are divided into survivors and supernatural people, which is completely different from the situation in the survivor classroom, most of the people in the supernatural classroom have already left the classroom, some are chatting, some are leaning against the door and smoking, each doing their own thing, and some are also walking back as soon as the end is over, and the passage for only threesomes is full of conversations.

"Commander Long ordered the whole city to be slaughtered, the Vermilion Bird has been destroyed, and the zombies have also suffered heavy casualties, this time I am afraid that in addition to being careful, there is also the meaning of striking while the iron is hot and cutting the grass and eradicating the roots."

"I heard that Boss Song brought a few teammates with him, accompanied by two people from other teams."

"Boss Song is very important to Chief Long, I looked at it from a distance before, and I feel that it still means to please and be obedient."

"Fei Talk, the eighth-order ability is higher than the dragon commander in terms of rank."

"Am I the only one who thinks I'm still handsome? Just frowning makes me feel so good that I can't breathe..."

The people who were discussing suddenly quieted down, and then they all agreed, so that their ears were full of all kinds of Boss Song and Boss Song.

Jiu'er stepped out of the military building in a few steps, the sunlight outside the building was sprinkled on her body, and the black sportswear was a little hot, but she was a little sweaty after a while.

"Jiu'er."

Zhongli walked closer with a light call, handed her the small fan in his hand, and waited for someone to take it and walked forward parallel to it, "How is it useful?" I've been listening to it for three days. ”

"Hmm."

The voice is floating, and it is more soft and charming without energy support, and it is obviously perfunctory. Zhongli brushed the long hair in his ears, and the soft voice continued, "What news do I want?" ”

Zhongli was about to speak, when he heard a high-pitched and eager shout, "Zhongli senior..."

The male voice was a little immature, and almost the moment he spoke, Jiu'er had reflexively wanted to find out more about the other party, and then he was stunned.

Zhongli frowned and didn't like it, looked at the person who came and said coldly, "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

Zhongli Renmei's ability is high, and as soon as the words fell, the person was already a little blushing, but he said very heartily, "I want to join the team of the Grim Reaper, and after a few rounds, I finally met my senior." ”

Although the senior who was called represented respect, Zhongli also frowned a little uncomfortably, and shook his head when he heard it, "I am not responsible for the collection of team members, not to mention that although the rewards of the tasks received by the god of death are high, they are all dangerous, and you do not meet the requirements." ”

The visitor was obviously disappointed, but he raised his face in an instant, "I have a fourth-order spar, and if it goes well tonight, I can become a fourth-order." ”

"If you want to hurry, you can't reach it, you can think it through yourself."

"Okay, I'll come back in the fourth order." The words bowed respectfully, and left quickly, and the crowd of onlookers not far away also weighed their own weight, and there was an urge to be promoted to a higher level for a while.

There are many high-level people in the god of death, and there are countless admirers because of the high threshold, and Song Jue is strong, his appearance is high, and his followers are even more forward, and there are two conditions for entering the god of death, one is to reach the fourth order, and the other is absolute loyalty.

As for the second, if you can pass the relationship between Fan Meng and Zhongli Onmyoji and the spiritual department, no matter how bad it is, it can't be bad.

It's just that most of the people above the fourth order have a belonging team, and the high-level skirmishers who don't have them are arrogant, and those who can enter can only have twenty people.

The more this is the case, the more it attracts people to go forward and follow each other, and the itching is unbearable.

"Shangguan Yu has news that Qinglong has no trace of Su Mo, she doesn't seem to have appeared after the Battle of Suzaku, and naturally she hasn't found Mingxuan." Zhongli raised his eyes to look at Jiu'er's silent side face, and continued, "You don't have to worry, Mingxuan is not at the base, something should have happened, as long as he finishes dealing with it, he will definitely come to you by himself, after all..."

Jiu'er pursed her lips tightly, "How long are they going to go out this time." ”

"It will take three days at the earliest."

"Aren't you going to train newcomers? I'll go back myself. ”

These words were too crisp, without giving people the slightest chance to refute, Zhongli was stunned Jiu'er turned around and left, only Zhongli burst into a foul mouth irritably, took out a cigarette and lit it, and before it was put on the corner of his lips, it was torn apart, and he was stunned at the moment.

Ji Fengning threw the cigarette into the trash, "Why do you smoke again?" ”

Zhongli immediately hugged the person aggrievedly, "I'm annoying, Jiu'er has been weird since she woke up, and she completely refuses to communicate with me, what about you?" How about Tiantian? ”

Ji Fengning sighed, "She is training in the army, the effect is remarkable, she broke through the fourth order last night, but I can't tell if it's good or not." ”

The tip of his nose was sour, Zhong Li held back his tears and left Ji Fengning's embrace, "It's okay, life and death must always be experienced, let them come out of those pains by themselves, I will go to the union to send a mission, the disappearance of Ming Xuan and Su Mo makes me very uneasy, he is too important to Jiu'er, no matter how alive you want to see people and dead to see corpses." ”

As long as the score is high, there will naturally be enough people to take on the task, and under Zhongli's full promotion, many strangers have teamed up to step on the way to find it.

Before you know it, January is ticking.

The twilight is sinking in the west, the faint light is finally drowned in the boundless darkness, the city is tall and tall, but there are no human beings living from it, the faint starlight in the night sky will not last long before it will be drowned in darkness, that sense of powerlessness can always make his heart ache without warning, whenever this time, the silence is always frightening.

"I knew you were going to be here..."

The crisp female voice is soft, and the faint affection contained in it can be felt without careful probing.

The man leaning on the rooftop was slender, the breeze was weak, and the strength could only lift the broken hair in front of his forehead, the man stretched out his slender five fingers, and divided them slightly, looking at the starlight that was about to be submerged, and the obsidian-like pupils were confused and deep, and they were replaced by boundless indifference, looking back at the person who came slightly, frowning as if in doubt, and then said lightly: "Is the injury healed?" “

Xue Rou slowly approached, calmly approached under his tentative gaze, and touched his cheek when he heard the sound, and a scar slashed diagonally across his originally beautiful face, which became more and more shocking on his fair skin.

She lowered her eyes, the hatred in her eyes flashed, and when she looked up, it had turned into gentleness: "It's just an external injury, if I advance to the seventh order, it will naturally be fine." “

Ming Xuan pursed his lips: "In that case, when are we leaving?" “

"Where do you want to go?"

"her..."

The four words suddenly came to mind, Ming Xuan didn't finish speaking, but there was nothing after careful study, he had a splitting headache, and he didn't find the panic and anger in Xue Rou's eyes between his foreheads, and his arm took a hand,