Zero smiled slightly, and began to concentrate on dealing with the zombies around him.

For Zhang Wei's growth, Zero is very happy, Zhang Wei has always been casual and doesn't care very much, but Zero still noticed the depression in Zhang Wei's eyes when he looked at Niu Ben several times.

"Come on, Zhang Wei, I can also entrust my back to you from today onwards!"

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Zhang Wei didn't know what Zero was thinking yet, but he was also very happy that he could help Zero in the future.

But soon, Zhang Wei discovered a new problem, he didn't know how to instruct the "four and a half" sword, half of the rust sword was half of the sword from the outside.

After the half-cut rusty sword rescued Liu Yingying for Zhang Wei, there was no big reaction until now, and he kept circling around Zhang Wei's right hand, just not killing zombies according to Zhang Wei's ideas.

The same goes for the one big and three small floating on the other side.

But the half-rusty sword and the slender black sword seemed to be like the well water did not interfere with the river water, each guarding its own territory, occupying half of Zhang Wei's side, and never flew to the opposite side.

"That fat man, can you finish it, what are you doing there?" After the leading man smashed the skull of a zombie with a wooden stick, he glanced back and found that Zhang Wei was looking in circles at the four half-broken swords, and touched them twice from time to time, but he just didn't kill the zombies.

I led everyone down to atone for my sins, and I saved that girl once together, and I won't be able to help again, right?

Hearing the man's words, many people are also a little uncomfortable in their hearts, people are like this, although they are the ones who are at fault first, but when they become the person who stands in front, and others are watching the excitement in the back, the mentality changes.

But it's uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable, since it's all down, you can't go back, you can only grit your teeth to resist the zombies that began to pounce on the hall constantly.

With the influx of zombies, these people who came to atone for their sins are also a little unbearable, and a large part of these people are just some low-level minions, and there are moths whose humanity has not yet been completely wiped out. There weren't too many people like the lead man who had some punches and kicks.

"What a rush!" Zhang Wei muttered and rolled his eyes, didn't he want to go up, it was really these masters who didn't move anyway.

Zhang Wei didn't know how to communicate with them, it stands to reason that ordinary swords are just dead things, but these Zhang Wei around him felt that they were conscious.

Just like Zhang Wei was angry just now, and wanted to grab the black sword and throw it into the zombie group to see if it would react, the black sword flew away as if he felt what he was thinking, but before he flew far, he turned up and down twice around Zhang Wei's left hand, and after Zhang Wei no longer had the intention to throw it out, he came back honestly!

"Masters, if you say something, I really don't know what you want to do!" Zhang Wei sat down and said depressedly with a sigh.

Liu Yingying watched Zhang Wei discuss with those swords with some curiosity on the side, and she was also a little incredulous in her heart.

Although it didn't take long to follow Zero, Liu Yingying didn't have the initial fear of zombies, and she was ready to die calmly, but since she was still alive, Liu Yingying was still very happy, and this time it was thanks to Zhang Wei.

is now Zhang Wei's appearance of missing a string is a little different from when he saved her before, but this is also what Zhang Wei usually looks like.

The man in the lead had already looked back at Zhang Wei several times, and it seemed that he didn't expect anything from him, and began to honestly command his subordinates to strategically build a defense line and join forces to resist the zombies.

The little minion was panting with a fire extinguisher, and his physique was not very strong, which made the little minion feel a little weak.

But the weight and texture of the fire extinguisher still determine that it can be used as a good weapon, at least it can stun zombies at once, and you can knock open the zombie's skull in two clicks.

No one knows exactly what zombies rely on to control their actions, but most people think that it should still rely on the brain, so many actions aimed at the brain often have some effect.

Just like now, the little minion smashed the zombie in front of him with a fire extinguisher.

I was about to make up for it again, but a zombie suddenly pounced on the side, and when the old force had just gone, and the new force was not enough, the little minion was so frightened that his eyes widened, and he tried hard to pick up the falling fire extinguisher, but the inertia of his body made him unable to do it at all.

I could only watch as the zombies opened their mouths and rushed towards them with a fishy smell.

"Bang!"

A black shadow flashed in front of his eyes and smashed on the zombie's head, smashing the zombie to the ground.

The frightened little minion looked at it, it was a wooden cabinet, the zombie's head had been pressed under the wooden cabinet, and several stenching black blood flowed out from under the cabinet, and the zombie kicked down his legs and didn't move.

The little minion looked up, and a somewhat charming woman looked down on the second floor, and when she saw the little minion who looked up, she smiled, it seemed to be the wooden cabinet she threw away.

If I'm not mistaken, this woman seems to be surnamed Song? The little minion secretly thought that he seemed to have rubbed her oil before, but now people saved him regardless of his previous suspicions, and the little minion who usually had a hippie smile couldn't help but feel a little hot on his face.

And the woman surnamed Song didn't have time to care about the little minion's mental activities, he had taken advantage of himself before, who remembered, there were so many people coming and going in the shelter every day, anyway, the woman surnamed Song basically had no impression.

In this refuge, the status of women is so underground that they don't even deserve to waste their brains remembering who has been rubbed with oil. As for why she didn't watch the people below die, the woman surnamed Song didn't know.

It stands to reason that these women are worse off in the shelter than the moths. At this time, he was the only one who took action. More of them are still cowering in the shadow of the fence, secretly looking at the women below who are sent to death with pleasure.

A woman like herself! The women surnamed Song looked at the deformed pleasure in their eyes, and the curvature of the corners of their mouths raised, all showing their distorted hearts and the joy of revenge. All of them were more or less covered with all kinds of scars, but at the moment they were all lying there peeking at the moment, and their eyes were shining with a look that they had never seen since they came to the second floor. The woman surnamed Song couldn't blame them, because she was the same as them, and even wanted those people to die.

But why did she make a move, the woman surnamed Song couldn't figure it out, was it because of the young man holding a halberd of more than three meters?

Is it because there is no disgust and lust in the eyes in which he looks at his people, only sympathy and pity?

Or was it because he looked at him and thought of his own child who died to protect her a few days after the end began? It's about the same age as him, and he looks a little thin but has a strong muscle.

"Hey!"

The woman surnamed Song sighed and went to find something new to throw down. Looking at the women who were still unleashing inexplicable fanaticism, the woman surnamed Song couldn't help but think of the figure of herself facing the entire shelter.

He said he was going to be a decoy and fight for a chance to survive for the people in the shelter!

I really want to see the refuge under the rule of that young man after that, I wonder if there will be some new situation, and if there will be some new changes in the situation of my own people!

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More people are starting to do the same, throwing things down from the upper floors to smash zombies, but is it really out of kindness? Probably not. Most of these people probably don't really want to help, after all, there are only a few women who don't have much strength, and most of them are moths, minions, green-skinned gangsters and the like.

If you have that help, repentance, it's not too late to go down now, but these people are basically just some speculators, if the shelter can't be held, then everyone will die together, if you can keep it, then you can do something icing on the cake with peace of mind, and it's not dangerous, after the crisis, the new ruler also has an explanation, presumably the new ruler can only turn a blind eye to stabilize the people's hearts, and it's not good to find his own trouble.

Since ancient times, it is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow!

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Lu Hua'e quietly lay on the railing and watched the farce below, and she didn't mean to watch from the sidelines, so she maintained the posture of watching from the wall.

And the surrounding male animals are secretly looking at this goddess-like figure who was unattainable in the past.

At this life-and-death juncture, many people have also begun to consider whether they have a chance to get a piece of the pie if the shelter can't survive.

But no one dares to do it now, after all, the situation is not easy to say now, the young man who killed the tiger is still alive, everything depends on his future arrangements, after all, only he can serve the public as the next leader of the shelter, Zhao Qinchuan can't.

Even so, many people still expect that the young man is a bad woman, as long as he is not a good woman, then Lu Hua'e will have nothing to rely on, and he will not be a lamb to the slaughter at that time.

A few of the slick bastards who were not mentally strong had begun to fantasize about the beauty of the aftermath, and their hands couldn't help but touch down.

Lu Hua'e didn't pay attention to the strange eyes around her, she had long been used to living in the center of such a line of sight, but she was just 。。。。。。

Lu Hua'e glanced back at a dark corner.

There seemed to be a small figure standing faintly in the corner, and in the slightly drooping eyes, the eyes drifted.

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"Are you serious?"

Zhang Wei communicated with those "uncles" for a long time, and only then did he piece together the word "blood" from the fragmentary ideas he received!

Zhang Wei didn't know what it meant, but as a blood-dripping blade of some sayings in Chinese history, Zhang Wei had heard of the famous sword recognizing the master.

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Wei closed his eyes and stretched out his hand: "Light, I'm afraid of pain!" ”