Question.

Taunt.

Blame.

Jiu'er squatted down to hide her face: "It's my fault." “

The Grim Reaper had already fallen to the ground, but it was constantly circling above Jiu'er's head, its vigilant appearance was like a sudden attack by a zombie on the embankment, and the strange magnetic field slowly exuded an alternative aura, as if echoing it, a black energy source suddenly came, obviously disembodied, but with a force of imprisonment.

The zombie's rather embarrassed but inevitable face was filled with fear, and the steps that wanted to step forward were frozen in place, looking at the tall figure walking slowly not far away in disbelief, looking at each other, and the legs and feet were weakened by the deterrence in those eyes.

What a strong mental force!

What instantly emerged was no longer the so-called sense of crisis, but a sense of powerlessness that was certain to die.

The zombies were afraid, and they wanted to flee when their abilities surged, but they were frozen in place by that energy, and as the fear deepened, the black fog became thicker and thicker.

"Kill it, master?"

Song Jue's gaze fell leisurely on the figure on the ground sobbing and hysterical, a killing intent for no reason made people cold to the depths of the bone marrow, and the zombie couldn't help but start trembling, obviously the person didn't even drift his eyes.

He shook his head lightly, "If she can fight back in a desperate situation, whether it is willpower or mental power, there will be a qualitative leap, this zombie, leave it to her." ”

A familiar voice that seems to be close and yet far away.

Jiu'er only felt that she was stunned, and vaguely heard Song Jue's deep and sexy voice.

Xingye flew his wings and approached quickly, touching that face, and a slight chill in his heart, a wave of anger arose. The person who didn't even dare to say a word to the master was injured like this by the lowly zombie at this time, Xingye was rarely moved, and said in a low voice, "Little master, you must know that no matter how powerful the zombie is, it is always a zombie that can only rely on ability, no matter how far its intelligence has become, the degree of intelligence is definitely not comparable to that of humans, and the illusion is always an illusion, it is fake, and it is something that is formed to achieve a certain purpose." ”

She knew it was an illusion, and she knew it was fake, but only then could she see her living mother.

The muddy brain and the powerlessness of energy depletion spread all over her body, and the spiritual interference of the zombies had completely eroded her firmness, let alone fighting, and she didn't even have the strength to move a finger at this moment.

Seventh-order zombies, her ability is too consumed, and Thor's wrath can't be summoned, how can she be beaten.

She gave up and fell to the ground motionless.

"Little master, you shouldn't be like this, what about your strength to never admit defeat?"

The chatter that kept ringing in his ears was too familiar, but Jiu'er didn't see the trace of Xingye, and the question quickly washed away Xingye's words, Xingye was anxious for a while, the master didn't do it, and Jiu'er didn't want to wake up, and then dragged on for a while The mind was completely controlled, and it was used by zombies...

I can't even think about it.

Song Jue's eyes flashed slightly, pursed his lips without saying a word, and approached him, and when he touched the face that he had been thinking about day and night, his eyes turned red in an instant.

His noble body slowly crouched down, as if muttering, "The price of retreat is the loss of life, think of your father, the companions who followed, and..."

He didn't say anything, and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "You don't have the right to die." ”

Father...

Partner...

It seems to arouse the extremely stubborn responsibility in her heart, yes, she wants to find her father, she wants to take them out alive, how can she die!

"Wake up and kill it."

Wake up.

Wake up...

The almost familiar ups and downs of the curves, even the retraction of the tail note are exactly the same, and Jiu'er's memory suddenly drifted to the warmth that inexplicably poured in when she was unconscious, and the low and gentle, soft whisper.

"I know."

Song Jue was slightly stunned, and listened to her hoarse and crying voice: "Even if they die at my hands, they will not complain, how can they be blamed?" “

"This illusion is too fake..."

In a world that no one can see, the hideous questioning expression disperses with the wind, Jiu'er stood quietly in place, Jiang Haosiwen's face was full of affectionate smiles, walked slowly, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Jiu'er, don't be afraid, I'm always by your side." “

Then the camera suddenly turned, and it was still the familiar ward, immature and petite, as if a person with a little effort was being held in his arms and gradually growing up.

The moment he looked up, it was the body that had disappeared.

"Mom, I love you."

Like the most tender and loving hug, it fell on the body, full of tolerance and selflessness: "Mom loves you too, my daughter..."

Kill it!

Jiu'er slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were neither sad nor joyful, and the fear that invaded the nervous system was unconsciously expelled by the firmness that suddenly rose, and turned into nothingness in an instant, and the zombies looked at the human beings who were obviously completely manipulated by mental power and just wanted to retreat and beg for death to stand up, and the peach blossom eyes went from confused and sad to firm and clear.

"How is that possible..."

How can mind manipulation go wrong!

The illusion of fantasy embodiment is almost unstoppable, and the deepest fear in the heart is immortal and incomprehensible!

is obviously the most cowardly past in the bottom of his heart, how can he overcome this fatal weakness again.

No matter how unbelievable the zombies are, Jiu'er has been bullied and approached, she has changed the speed of the attack to be fast and fierce, and the scimitar that can move as she wishes is like a human fighting side by side with her, and all the back roads of the zombies are cut off by her eyes.

One step slower is an endless hell.

How dare the zombie think that Song Jue, who was staring at it with fierce eyes, put his whole heart on the arrogant and rude Jiu'er, it is undeniable that the movements of the person who is like a broken bamboo in close combat are beautiful and gorgeous, as sharp as an invisible blade, and the perfect cooperation with the scimitar has reached an unprecedented impeccable invulnerability.

For long-range control zombies, hand-to-hand combat is definitely an Achilles' heel.

And this happens to be what Jiu'er is best at.

Xingye just wanted to cheer, at the moment when he held the zombie's head, Jiu'er held back the strong tiredness and turned over, jumped up, and the whistling scimitar swept horizontally from the back at the same time, 'poof', while standing still, the right hand held the zombie's eyes that were still staring in disbelief, and the moment the left hand was raised, the scimitar fell softly in his hand.

The world quietly quieted down, and then ordinary zombies roaring and dying poured in layer by layer, Jiu'er was physically and mentally exhausted, and knelt on the ground while breathing a sigh of relief, his mind moved slightly, and he entered the space blocked by zombies again.

Tired tumbling.

Lying in space with his eyes closed, he still had the scimitar and the head in his hands.

The night was silent, and if it weren't for the fact that the body that had been split in two was still on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

Xingye was startled by Jiu'er's sudden disappearance, and when he was looking at Song Jue, his face was already dark.

Is it the wrong way to open or something, there is no moving bitter love scene, and there is no old-fashioned scene of hugging each other and promising each other, she just floated into the space like this, and disappeared without even looking at them.

"Master, we..."

Before the words fell, Song Jue had disappeared between heaven and earth, the ring on Xingye's neck suddenly lit up, and Song Jue's indifferent voice came from his mind: "Follow her." “

Just like the snow in the cold winter wax moon, it is cold to the heart, and the gentleness has long disappeared with the little master entering the space.

The body of the zombie was divided very quickly, and the leader of the generation entered the mouth of ordinary zombies, and many zombies in the scientific research center this night were successfully promoted, and Jiu'er didn't know about it.

The night was unconsciously invaded by the dawn, and the light sprinkled in every corner of China, peeking in through the window, shining into the smooth and flawless and delicate cheeks.

"How's it now, okay?"

Yu Qin withdrew his ability and shook his head tiredly: "It's okay now, it's not as big as last night, the energy has tended to normal, it shouldn't be long before Brother Ming wakes up." “

Fan Meng breathed a sigh of relief, last night Mingxuan's mood fluctuations were particularly weird for some reason, and there were faint signs of disorder in her abilities, she was busy cleaning up the zombies outside, and she was afraid that something would happen, so she was worried until now, but fortunately, it was fine, so she looked at Yu Qin and said, "You go and rest, leave it to me here." “

"I'm fine, it's just Fan Meng, Jiu'er hasn't come back yet."

Fan Meng nodded: "I know, I'll find it now." “

The heat wave of the hot summer was loud for a while, and it was noon, Jiu'er woke up from the space leisurely, not for anything else, it was completely the function of the space with strong freshness preservation ability that made the fishy smell constantly waft on the tip of the nose, even if he was so tired that he wanted to sleep to death, he really couldn't bear the disgusting smell.

Opened his eyes in a trance and got up, Jiu'er's eyes fell on the clenched zombie head as soon as he turned his eyes, and he was immediately startled, and it took a long time for the chaotic brain to return to normal thinking, and everything last night began to play in his mind in an orderly manner.

Seventh-Order Zombies, Illusions, and...

Song Jue's voice.

It was impossible to tell whether it was an illusion or a real Jiu'er, and at this time, when he touched the grim reaper on the ground, his mood was even more complicated.

She hadn't forgotten the ups and downs of the pitch that was almost exactly the same as the murmur she heard when she was injured in the battle of the Phantom Python, the inexplicably dead Phantom Python, the devouring snake crystal, and the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

This is almost the root of everything she had later, she always wanted to find the person who rescued her at the beginning, and she also thought that it was Song Jue, but she was inexplicably unwilling to admit it, and last night, she had to face the reality, the person who saved her at that time, the person who gave it, was Song Jue.

Take out the spar and wash it and hold it in your hand, Jiu'er is even more sure that this is not a dream, this small stone lying quietly in your hand without energy fluctuations is extremely ordinary, but if you probe into a trace of spiritual power, you can feel the infinite energy fluctuations in it, the higher the level, the more the external form of the spar returns to the basics.

"This is, seventh-order hedrons..."

It is indispensable to help her become a seventh-order.

The energy of physical energy is tumbling extremely hard in the body at this time, and under a closer look, it is much thicker than last night, but if she inhales a sixth-order spar, she can also enter the late stage of the sixth order in one fell swoop, find an opportunity to cooperate with this spar, and can also become a rare seventh-order existence among the superpowers.

Whispering and pulling the skin of the face, Jiu'er's heart moved slightly, put away the spar and walked to the mirror, the face was disrupted by the confusion of blood stains and lost its beauty, looking a little shocking, Jiu'er did not delay, boiled water to wash the stains on the body, changed clothes and carefully wiped the wound a little bit, and after disinfection, smeared the ointment left by Su Mo before.