Fortunately, Jiu'er has always been a big heart for small things, although Song Jue made her a little depressed early in the morning, and she forgot it all in a blink of an eye, no way, they walked along a street for only a hundred meters, and they didn't even arrive at the nearest four-star hotel, and the steamed buns in their hands met a group of zombies before they finished gnawing on them.

And this is indeed just the beginning.

Jiu'er was about to do it without saying a word, but he heard Song Jue ask lightly, "If you don't use your abilities, you can't use death to deal with this group of zombies with your bare hands." Then he threw her a dagger that was still sharp but too far behind death.

Jiu'er raised his hand to hold the dagger in his hand and looked at Song Jue in disbelief.

Unarmed?

Can't use the Grim Reaper yet?

This dagger is so short, it is a rhythm that must be close to the body.

Jiu'er glanced around, her brows furrowed, although the level of the zombie is not high, but it is also a second or third order, whether it is strength, speed, or explosiveness, it is much stronger than her without using abilities.

His heart tightened slightly, and he withdrew the energy into his body, as if he was dissatisfied with her and suppressed them in the dark meridians, the purple energy kept shouting dissatisfied, and after a visual inspection, Jiu'er squinted his eyes and opened his thin lips lightly, "I can't guarantee it, but I can try." ”

"I hope to hear your assurances without hesitation next time."

Jiu'er: ...

She's not that good!

As Song Jue's words fell, it seemed that it was forbidden to eliminate, Jiu'er was not ready to make a move, and the group of zombies rushed towards her in an instant as if they had made an appointment.

As a city that people dare not step into, the zombies in it react very eagerly when they see people, with an unending stubbornness, and their explosive power is much stronger than that of zombies in other places.

Jiu'er didn't dare to take it lightly, the moment she shot, she found that her movements, strength and adaptability had decreased, after eliminating a zombie before she could withdraw the knife, a group of people came up, densely packed with smells, accompanied by a low roar, she didn't need to look at what kind of zombie she was facing, whether it was a man or a woman, or ugly with a new trick, all the way it was like a wasp crossing a mess, as a zombie survival city, in less than a day, the second and third order spars in Jiu'er's space were piled up a lot.

The biggest advantage of the cold winter is that it can cover up the corpse odor factor, and a large number of zombies here are not killed by humans, but are the result of the zombies of the same kind who are hungry and kill each other.

took out the spar and rolled it on the snow, her fingertips were already red, but the palm of her hand was rubbed hot, faintly swollen, Jiu'er shook her arm and was a little soft, no matter how she avoided blood splashing on her body during the battle, at this time a face could not be seen clearly, because the further back, the less energy she had to pay attention to what was dirty and smelly.

The body exudes a stench that belongs to zombies, if you really stay here for a while and don't clean it up, maybe you won't be attacked when you stand next to the zombies, and the smell is completely similar!

"Let's go."

Song Jue's voice drifted to his ears along the cold wind, Jiu'er turned his head to look over, the man was only ten meters away from him, standing refreshingly next to a dead tree, his clothes were neat and not even wrinkled. His gaze casually swept around, with the night that shrugged his shoulders and was a little sleepy, no matter how Jiu'er told herself in her heart that the other party was tempering her and helping her, this situation would inevitably make her heart unbalanced.

She spent the whole day in killing, her spirit was highly concentrated, and she was a little weak in her legs and feet a few times, and she stood aside all day, watching her fight indifferently, those zombies were also smart and tight, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, all of them rushed to her, and Song Jue's mouth kept spitting out two words.

Slow!

It's not easy now, so let's go differently.

"Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

Song Jue lifted his eyelids lightly, glanced at Jiu'er from top to bottom, and his handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, "No, you stink." ”

Jiu'er: ...

What should I do if I want to beat someone?

As expected, seeing the other party's instantly elongated pretty face, Song Jue's eyes flashed slightly, a trace of smile flashed, and the cold seemed to be melted by the warm sun, Jiu'er only felt the irritability in her heart, and the depressed negative emotions went away with the wind, but she was extremely peaceful, exhaled at the moment, and kept up with Song Jue's pace in a blink of an eye, and soon chose an independent small bungalow to rest.

The location of the bungalow is around the four-star hotel, in this inch of gold in Kyoto, needless to say that the people who live here are also rich people before the end of the world, although it is not big, it is less than one-third of Jiu'er's house, a three-story building of one hundred and fifty square meters, the fence is a little high, the iron gate has been destroyed, Song Jue is familiar with this place, there are no zombies, and the door lock is there, the key is that he has the key.

Xingye naturally saw Jiu'er's doubts, and when Song Jue opened the door, he fell beside Jiu'er and explained, "When I didn't go to Qinglong, my master and I lived here. ”

Jiu'er nodded clearly, the small building that could be used by Song Jue as a temporary shelter naturally had something unusual, and when he stepped forward, Jiu'er also had a little understanding of Song Jue's aesthetics.

He has a sharp eye, and although this small building is not the best in Kyoto, it is definitely atmospheric. The interior of the house is simple and clear, with wooden floors, European style, the first floor is the reception hall, TV with solid wood sofa, desk, coffee table and wine cabinet, except for the kitchen, which is blocked by a hazy glass.

Jiu'er raised her eyebrows and went upstairs along the spiral staircase, just fell in love with this place instantly, there are not so many cumbersome rooms and living rooms, the entire second floor is a bedroom, covered with warm carpets, large round beds, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, blocked by heavy curtains, and the bathroom is still a hazy glass door with a mysterious color.

Song Jue is definitely the kind of person who can enjoy it.

took off his shoes and knocked on the window, it seems to be light and thin, but it is a bulletproof tempered glass that is difficult to buy, although the bathroom is a little different, but the materials are the same, there is a male coat on the bed, it seems that Song Jue has been living on the second floor, Jiu'er doesn't need to look, he knows that the third floor is definitely exactly the same as the second floor.

Jiu'er saw herself in the mirror in a trance, and immediately wanted to go out, but when she turned her head, she saw Song Jue leaning against the wall with his hands around his chest, the contrast was too strong, Jiu'er had a sense of guilt that stood here and was the biggest disrespect, it was really dirty and smelly.

Song Jue seemed to be insensitive, his face was flat, the corners of his lips opened slightly, and his deep voice slowly sounded, "There is a generator and a reservoir here, are you satisfied?" ”

Jiu'er sighed slightly in her heart, and then nodded: "If you are not satisfied with this, there is nothing better than this so far." ”

There is water and electricity, and it is big enough and delicate, safe and reliable.

Song Jue glanced at her from the bottom up, and his originally waveless eyes flickered slightly when they landed on her smooth and round toes, and then he raised his cheeks, and repeatedly went through the customs and culture of this world in his heart, before he couldn't hold back his unhappiness and said loudly, "Rest early, sort out the day's combat experience at night, you have three wounds on your body without using your abilities, if it weren't for soft armor, you would be a zombie now." ”

His tone was cold, realistic and unsentimental, every sentence made Jiu'er a little ashamed, nodded at the moment and didn't say anything, passed by Song Jue, and naturally went up to the third floor.

As expected, the third floor looks exactly like the second floor, with a rocking chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the curtains open to see the view of the city.

Thousands of lights are shining, neon flashing...

The beauty in these images is long gone, open and unopened as dark as ever, the door is closed and the lights are not turned on, the toiletries you are used to and the clothes you want to wear are all sorted out, and you soak comfortably in the bathtub, but your mind keeps replaying the situation when the day was fighting with the zombies.

After washing and putting on soft armor, Jiu'er decisively gave up her comfortable pajamas, put on a loose knitted long sweater, with a pair of jeans, and put the jacket she was going to wear on the clothes pole next to the bed.

Blowing dry his hair, gently applying the medicine to the redness and swelling of his palms, Jiu'er lay on the bed with a soft body, covered with a quilt and exhaled slowly, and looked sideways on the clothes in the bag with a little solemnity.

Her advantage lies in the flexibility of her body, as well as the position and experience of often fighting with zombies, and her weakness is speed and strength, after all, speed most of the time relies on lightning speed, and the explosive power of power is not enough, sometimes I think of a fatal blow, but because the weapon is not an extremely sharp Grim Reaper, but a general dagger, because the strength is not up to the requirements The zombie did not die, but gave her a rampage, if it is an ability, it is very simple to dodge, and it will not work if you don't use it, you can only be caught.

This is the situation she encountered when she was caught for the first time today, although the zombies are powerless, even if they don't wear soft armor, they can't hurt the skin, but she can't always face the zombies with such a fluke mentality, and the next two catches are all caused by the strength can't keep up with the slow consumption rate.

As Song Jue said, although she won today, it was no different from losing, if it weren't for the soft armor protection, she would have become a zombie by now.

I was helpless.

There is no end to learning, and she has to take this opportunity to think about how she will fight in the future.

Jiu'er didn't know how she fell asleep, but when she woke up, she glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window where the glimmer of light poured in, stepped on the carpet and opened the curtains barefoot, and her eyes fell on the city that was becoming more and more cold and dilapidated from a high point down.

The spiritual power is peaceful, but there is a group of zombies killing each other in the street not far below, and there are more monks and less meat, and this situation is inevitable in the W area.

But human beings belong to curious creatures, most people have the excellent character of not dying without seeing the Yellow River, and not crying when they don't see the coffin, even if it is terrifying here, there is no shortage of people with extraordinary abilities who rush here one after another, and Jiu'er and Song Jue are just one of them.