But now, how much Su Yan hopes that he can be infinitely powerful, even if he doesn't have the ability to kill mutant plants, he can have the ability to escape for his life.

I won't fall into such a critical juncture, and I still expect others to save me.

The vines of the mutated plants, like tentacles, climbed up Su Yan's upper body little by little, and then followed her arm, entangled Su Yuanshan, and dragged the father and daughter into the depths of the dense forest slowly.

No one came to save them, and others were already too busy to take care of themselves!

In the snowy night sky, there were no stars and no moon, some people rushed out of the dilapidated base, some people disappeared in the depths of the dense forest, some people died, and some people wept bitterly.

There is remorse, there is grief, there is cursing, endless misery, playing out in the base.

On the high tower, Wu Ji looked at the firelight in the forest in the distance, the wind blew his hair suddenly gray, and overnight, he went from a high-spirited base leader to an old man who trembled even when he walked.

Countless snowflakes hit him, and he stood in the empty tower with his gun, smiled desolately, and said in a low voice to the people fleeing in a hurry below,

"I originally wanted to give you a flower, but it led you to hell, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I owe you, I can't afford to pay it back in this life, let's go in the next life, if there is an afterlife."

Then, he raised his gun, pointed it at his temple, "bang", pulled the trigger, and in the black night sky, the black human body fell from the tower like a fallen leaf, and was caught by the mutant tree vines that scurried downstairs, and instantly turned into a white skeleton and disappeared into this ruined base.

The city is broken, and the people in the city are like splashing water, rushing out of the broken glass bottles in panic and rushing to their own deaths.

In the fourth year of the last days, the Wuchuan base was destroyed.

When the news reached the south, the south was already flooded with snow, and the rivers were frozen, and the monsters in the south were able to cross the river, so they ran to the north.

The change of seasons in a year, the scorching heat and cold of the year, these two extremes are extremely easy to die.

An Ran was lacking in skills, and when he heard the news coming back, he sighed leisurely, and didn't say anything about the encounter at the Wuchuan base, but just turned around and threw himself into resisting the attack of the monsters in the south.

People's hearts are always greedy, we must always remember, be content, always be happy, do not be alone, but also do not overjoy, do not covet the strengths of others, and try to make up for our own shortcomings.

Believe in yourself, for the sake of your loved ones, don't be sad, be brave, and let yourself be the armor of your loved ones, then, even if it is only the most insignificant speck of dust in the last days, it has the power to shake the heavens and the earth.

In this way, the years will be quiet.

The harsh winter and scorching heat in the last days have never been enduring, and after a winter passes, I don't know how many people have died in the north, how many monsters have died in the south, how many people have been stimulated to their potential, and how many people are rising.

The white bones of Sen Sen paved the end of the world, year after year.

Luckily, the winter is long, but it will still pass.

Spring is short, but it's here.

In each base, the people who had rested for the winter, on the day when the temperature began to rise, began to assemble into a team and began another year of southern attack.

The city of flowers is busy farming, and the children are running in the fields.

In the perilous apocalypse, the flowers outside the window are blooming just right.

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