Tang Sheng struggled to cut down the two zombies that almost bit her, expecting her great sage to come over soon.

Looking up in the midst of his busy schedule of life and death, he saw that Sima Chao was simply handsome.

He was like a source of dying light, obviously entering the circle of sword light meant death, but the low-level people were like moths to the fire, leaving Tang Sheng one after another, flocking to him, and letting him slaughter.

It seems that it is also an honor to die under his Tang knife.

He seemed to walk very slowly, leisurely.

In fact, the pace of progress is extraordinarily fast.

In just a few seconds, in Tang Sheng's eyes, it changed from a figure to a battle image with clear facial features.

In an instant, Tang Sheng had a sense of time and space confusion again.

This is not a science fiction world.

This is a cultivator in another world, after all, this guy is likely to shrink the ground into an inch technique.

And his knife seems to be wielded powerfully, and with one stroke, the trajectory is obvious and full of power.

The blade doesn't seem to touch anything, and it's extremely light.

But the sword shadow flew several times, dozens of times, and perhaps hundreds of times more powerful enemies, forming a criss-crossing light cluster outside of him.

In this way, it looks like the Monkey King is not to be considered, but it is like a fallen god from hell.

And those sword light phantoms are extremely terrifying weapons, as long as the low-level ones are touched, they will immediately turn into ashes.

Despite this, not a single drop of the dirty blood splashed on Sima Lan's body.

His half-length hair flowed.

His long black trench coat danced like the wings of a black angel.

Even his dark leather gloves glowed with a soft, cold glow.

Meow.

Just as he was distracted, he heard the fat tiger's short scream.

It's like a warning.

Tang Sheng hurriedly squatted down.

It's an instinctive reaction to danger that has been trained over many years.

Then raise his hand and raise the axe, and give a headshot to a low-level person.

Damn, don't you all go on a pilgrimage to the Lord of the First District?

There are still a few people who don't go on the road, and they continue to circle around her.

But the zombie's skull is somehow hard, or the blade of the fire axe is blunt.

In short, she cut it hard, but she didn't pull it out for a while.

She stepped on the zombie's face, and with the help of force, pulled her hands out.

Still unsuccessful!

But the other zombies didn't wait, and took advantage of the moment she lost the blessing of her weapon and pounced.

Afterwards, Tang Sheng firmly believed: She did not disarm and surrender.

That's instinct!

Human instinct!

Because at the last moment, she let go of her only weapon, holding her head in one hand and her chest in the other.

Fat Tiger's little head is poking out of the neckline of her sweater.

"Ah chaos!" She screamed.

I don't know why I called Sima Lan's name, or a nickname.

Isn't it eaten by anyone, could it be that because Sima eats civilly, she likes to let him eat?

What a joke.

It's also a joke to be dead.

At 0.01 second, she thought a lot.

Fortunately, she didn't feel the pain of her flesh being torn, but heard the sound of breaking the sky.

When she opened her eyes again, the two zombies closest to her had already flown out.

She was strung with a Tang knife that was erected longer than her height, and nailed to the lamppost of the bridge not far away.

The vultures struggled and squirmed, making a mouse-like squeak, which made people's scalps tingle.

The remaining few saw that Sima Lan had already come over, and they actually showed a look of fear.

It seems that it is a breed that has the opportunity to evolve to the middle level, because of consciousness.

Tang Sheng was still in the mood to look at the low-level people who were shrunk into a ball and trembling at this time, and sure enough, he saw that they were slightly cleaner and neater than the other zombies.

However, she has a big heart......

"Well, what a skill, to run so far." Sima Chao "praised".

However, the curvature of the mockery at the corners of the lips is simply not too obvious.

Tang Sheng stood on the roof of the car.

obviously looked at Sima Ran condescendingly, but somehow he still felt that people were looking at her condescendingly.

"Isn't it normal for animals that are about to be killed, including humans, to want to escape?" Tang Sheng didn't feel sorry.

She just regretted and wondered, and fled in order not to win.

"It's stupid to do something that is destined to be unsuccessful." Sima stretched out his hand.

"Dreams still have to be had, what if they come true?" Tang Sheng threw out a famous quote before the end of the world.

At the same time, he grabbed Sima Chao's outstretched hand and jumped off the roof of the car.

I don't know, I thought they were people with a good relationship, after all, the actions of the big iceberg are very gentlemanly.

Don't you know that their relationship is just a moving piece of meat and her owner?

"But you failed." Sima squeezed Tang Sheng's wrist chaotically.

The pulse was beating vigorously, and Sima Chao's senses were extremely keen, and he felt that the tips of his fingers were numb.

"What does it matter if you fail?" Tang Sheng lifted his chin.

became a prisoner, no, the meat on the plate, but it is still a dead duck with a hard mouth, and when he is dying, he still fights more than once.

"What is the most precious thing of human beings, do you know?"

Sima raised an eyebrow.

"It's hope." Tang Sheng poured a mouthful of chicken soup, "If people don't have hope, what's the difference between them and salted fish?" ”

"Well, humans are better than salted fish." Sima Ran agreed.

But......

Is this a conversation between a falcon and a rabbit being pursued?

Shouldn't they be sabre-rattling and attacking each other, one angry and the other even angrier?

Even if she agreed with what she said, she really felt that if there was no hope for humanity, it would be better to perish.

But this scene is also weird, right?

"Are you ......" Tang Sheng asked tentatively, "aren't you angry?" ”

"Only old humanity will succumb to useless emotions." Sima ran and said coldly, "You are still my meat, and the situation has not changed." ”

That is, the fate of her being eaten has not changed.

Tang Sheng wanted to continue to reply, but Sima Lan stretched out his hand to the bridge.

Fingers flicked back, and the Tang knife flew back into his hand with a swish.

Two zombies fall into the water under the bridge.

Then he pointed his knife at the sky.

The light flashed, and soon the sound of the propellers of a helicopter was heard.

"Scheming meat!" Jack Feng jumped out of the hatch, pulled Tang Sheng, and stuffed her.

It was Tong Ren who flew the plane, and looking at his mouth shape, it seemed to say: It's really worry-free meat.

Until the plane took off again, Tang Sheng looked at the scene on the ground like a Shura field, and the desolation that disappeared after the wind blew, and suddenly a sense of emptiness surged in his heart.

She had been preparing for so long, constantly building hope and looking for opportunities in the midst of despair.

As a result, he ran out easily, and was caught back with the same ease.

Is this a game?

Or is God making fun of her?

She felt like fate was like a cat and a mouse with her.

When the cat is not hungry, it will let go of the little mouse and let it run a few steps before chasing it back, enjoying the joy of control.

And at this moment, she has become a Monkey King, and she can't escape the destined Five Finger Mountain at all.

She tried to be optimistic, because if she wasn't optimistic, she wouldn't be able to survive in this world.

In the end, she either becomes as ruthless as everyone else or goes straight insane.

But she didn't want that, and now she's disappointed.