[In 2306, the sixth year of the virus outbreak, the granddaughter of Professor Tan, the developer of the G virus, Tan Shurun, was sentenced to death by hanging by the Supreme Court of the Survivors' Alliance, the SOI. ]

For three whole days of snow, the vast land of China was covered in silver, like a warrior in armor, raising his shield and spear, shouting a roar of victory, constantly moving forward towards the enemy, forward, invincible, without fear of life and death.

In the North City, in front of the base camp of the Survivor Alliance, the flag of the six-pointed star fluttered in the cold wind, and on the altar not far away, a woman was tied to the gallows, and at this time, the woman was draped and allowed the man in uniform to cover the hemp rope from the top of her head and put it around her neck.

Under the altar, hundreds of people gathered, crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, constantly waving their weapons, demonically hating the women on the gallows, shouting for the culprit to pay for their lives!

"Kill the Tan family! Kill this scourge! Kill her! ”

"It's cheap to cut her with a thousand cuts, throw her out of the city, and let her taste the pain of being eaten by those monsters! Avenge our family! ”

"Drain her blood! Peel her off! Die, die! ”

In the midst of wave after wave of clamour, the woman eagerly searched around for the figure who promised to come to her rescue, and finally, on the rostrum, she found the man, like a noble emperor, a man who stood at the pinnacle of power in China at the place where the brilliance gathered.

The man's contours were distinct, and the dark and deep gaze revealed in his glass eyes swept lightly over everyone present, and he pursed his lips slightly in annoyance, and there was a delicate and petite woman standing next to the man, holding his arm intimately, and almost leaning the whole person on his body, but the man was not annoyed, and even hugged the white fox fur on her shoulder for her.

What a beautiful picture, in the ruins of the walls after the baptism of war all around, this scene alone makes people feel extremely warm, a match made in heaven for talented women and beautiful women, a pair of beautiful people.

However, that man was her husband.

She bit her lip tightly, and her miserable white lips were actually bitten by her to a bright red lip.

The exemplar came out of the tent behind the altar, and after reading the verdict of the Supreme Court of the Survivors League, he motioned to the assistant to pull up the rope, which was crudely made and hung from her neck, and the indescribable pain began with difficulty breathing, gradually spread to the whole body, and the limbs began to twitch uncontrollably.

The instinct for survival caused the woman to struggle, her hands clutching in the air, and the woman's thin clothes made her lower abdomen rise higher and higher, and the white prison clothes were soaked in the blood gushing out from under her in a short time, and the viscous, warm liquid flowed down her thighs into a crooked stream and fell to the ground.

Tick...... Tick......

She stared at the two people on the rostrum, and the resentment in her eyes almost turned into a sharp sword, piercing into the man's heart.

…… Zhan Huan, you promised me that you would keep our children......

The hemp rope became tighter and tighter, and the breathing in his nose became more and more difficult as time passed, and finally, the man finally looked over, his eyes were facing each other, the wind mixed with snow, blowing the black cloak to hunt, and on his face as cold and hard as steel, the man actually stepped slowly, like a famous sword in the sheath, and his indifferent eyes swept over everyone present.

"Put people down."

There was a lot of hope in her heart, at least the love of growing up together, after all, the child was his.

She thought, Zhan Huan, you still can't bear it, right?

She raised her hand with difficulty, stretched out her hand towards him, her voice was hoarse and torn, and she said in pain: "Zhan Huan, I beg you, he is eight months old, you let me give birth to the child, if Zhan Meng doesn't want to raise him, you can send him to the orphanage......"

The man who was called Zhan Huan frowned, and his eyes were dim: "Tan Shurun, I don't lack this child." ”

She endured it for a long time, her family was ruined and everyone shouted to beat the rats on the street, and she didn't cry when she was even pushed to the gallows, and in an instant her tears fell down and smashed on the bluestone slab, as if she desperately wanted to smash a trace to prove her sadness.

Yes, you are naturally not lacking, after all, Zhan Meng is pregnant.

Why care, a woman who is purely superfluous in your life, gives birth to superfluous children.

However, she was the wife he told the world that the Ming media was marrying into the door, and they made a promise in front of the priest that they would love each other and stay together until they were old, poor, rich, sick, healthy, and never separated.

Between the corners of Zhan Huan's eyes and eyebrows, there was a coldness that was clear and angular, and his gaze only stayed on her lower abdomen for a second before he hurriedly moved away, and said quietly: "I'll ask you one last time, where is the G antibody reagent?" ”

It turned out that she didn't come to save her, but for the people of the whole world, these few steps were taken by condescending to dignity.

She struggled to pull out a smile, the child who was still in her belly a few seconds ago and was struggling to survive was motionless at this time, falling heavily, in a trance, she seemed to be able to feel that the child's little hands were grasping her heart, crying to her aggrievedly, Mom, I hurt so much......

“…… I don't know."

"Talking about Shurun, can't you think about it for the people of the world?"

What she said was true, but there was no evidence to defend herself, and no one would listen to her.

The cries of the people were even louder, some of them were about to break through the blockade and rush to the altar, and some were shouting angrily that Zhan Huan could not protect his woman, otherwise he would not be worthy of being the commander of the alliance and their leader!!

Zhan Huan has a pair of extremely black and bright eyes, clearly indifferent and ruthless, but always with the softness of wiping the wind and rain, which makes people unconsciously fall into it, she loves it very much, and when she first saw it, she was deeply immersed in the mud and could not extricate herself.

However, now, even if he marries him, he has to admit that there is no shadow of her in Zhan Huan's eyes.

As time passed, the hustle and bustle seemed to be isolated from the small world of the two, both of them were relatively silent, and everything that happened next was like a slow motion on the movie screen, every frame penetrated the flesh and blood, and it was unforgettable.

Even if the bones are broken and the ashes are scattered, they will not be forgotten for generations.

She watched as Zhan Huan pointed his gun at her, the swarthy hole like a demon's fangs, and opened its bloody mouth to tear her down in the next second.

"As the commander of the SOI Alliance, I will never spare anyone who is guilty, including my family."

Bang......

The blood mist spread out in front of her eyes, blurring her vision, she slowly closed her eyes, let the tears slide from the corners of her eyes and take away all the life on her body, the blood gathered into a puddle under her feet, and the heavy snowflakes like cotton wool fluttered and fell from the sky, and in a short time they were dyed with blood from pure white.