Live, live, but it's really difficult to live, Zimo closed his eyes, and the bitterness in his heart began to spread. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info every day he wakes up worrying about whether he will fall into this wasteland, he has thought about his many ways to die, he was infected by zombies, eaten by foreign beasts, but he didn't expect that now it is reduced to human food.

The imaginary pain did not come, and Zimo began to wonder if the girl had woken up and felt that she should save herself? Then laugh at yourself, the poor kindness, the pathetic compassion, the distressing impulse.

"Bang."

What catches your eye is a majestic and resolute face, and the most unforgettable thing is the eyes as deep as the starry sky.

With a wave of his hand, the rope that tied Zimo was broken, and a bottle of dark green potion appeared in his hand, which was poured into his mouth without Zimo's consent, and just when he wondered if it was poison, the wound on his body felt numb, and then disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zimo didn't understand what was going on for a while.

The man's magnetic and gentle voice sounded, "What's your name?" ”

Zimo looked at the man with some hesitation, looking around, he already understood what was happening, this man saved him. The idea of living in the post-apocalyptic wasteland for a long time made him try to recall the possibility of saving a stranger he had never met in the wasteland, and the conclusion was that it was tantamount to a myth.

Until he was silent for a long time, Zimo spit out two words, "Zimo." ”

The fierce man around looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared, picked up the machete in his hand and slashed at the middle-aged man, but the man just looked at it, and the big man was already fixed in the air.

Everything is frozen into a painting, the fierce man is fixed in the air, the horrified eyes of the people around him, and the innocence and purity of the girl's eyes when she falls to the ground...... A strange force affected the surroundings, only Zimo and the man in front of him could move, his eyes were frightened but immediately became calm, and the blood in his heart was burning.

What kind of power is this? Immediately after that, there was another burst of self-deprecation, such a great supernatural person, it is also a matter of fingers to kill himself.

Then there is the raging fire, if I can become such a strong man, then my father will not die? If I can become such a strong man, I will definitely be able to eat enough, what intrigues and tricks am I afraid of? This thought flashed in Zimo's heart, like a seed planted in his heart, waiting for the day when it would sprout.

The man looked at his expression, nodded in his heart, the quality was good, and his warm voice sounded again, "Are you willing to go with me?" ”

Zimo judged with the lack of knowledge he had learned for more than ten years, this man was a big man, such a temperament, such a noble, as long as there was that place, he knew very well what this opportunity represented for him.

Zimo heard from his father that the humans in the wasteland had established a city, and this man was dressed cleanly, and he had a nobility completely different from the people living in the wasteland, and he was probably from the Pure Land.

The man seemed to be intrigued by Zimo's hesitation, which was actually the case, and his warm voice seemed to be annoyed, "Don't you want to?" ”

Zimo glanced at the man and replied hesitantly, "Can I take him with me?" ”

The human beings struggling in the wasteland have already distorted their values, and they are afraid that others will agree to this man without hesitation, but Zimo was instilled by his father in the education, and there is no knowledge of abandoning his partner, even if this man is betrayed by his partner in the end.

As a mutant beast, Black Pupil cannot coexist with humans in Zimo's cognition, because in the wasteland, the alien beasts and humans he saw were all fighting.

He knew that this request was excessive, and it might even anger this man, Zimo even made a plan, if this man wanted to kill Hei Hitomi, then he would kill himself immediately.

In a certain sense, this man is his benefactor, but the black pupil is his partner, if this man kills the black pupil, then he will avenge his partner, but it is impossible for him to shoot at his benefactor, so he can only give the black pupil an explanation if he dies.

Zimo used the standard of good and evil that he has understood for more than ten years to make this decision that may not be understood by others, he can not give up the last glimmer of hope for life in a desperate situation, or he can rush to death for a reason that looks stupid.

Just when Zimo was nervous, the man's voice sounded again, "Yes." ”

If you listen carefully, you can hear the pleasure and weirdness in his voice, of course, if the man knows Zimo's thoughts, I am afraid that he will be even happier.

With a wave of the man's hand, the rope that bound the black pupil was automatically untied.

The man put a knife in Zimo's hand, and his warm voice became cruel, "They are all your enemies, kill them." ”

Zimo took the knife, he didn't ask why a man could solve the problem with one hand, and asked him to do it.

These men were fixed in the air by the man and had no chance to resist at all, like lambs to be slaughtered, and the knife in his hand did not hesitate at all, even though he knew that it was impossible for everyone to resist.

Zimo still ran to the tattooed man as fast as he could, not because he hated this tattooed man the most, but because this big man was the strongest here, even if he knew that nothing would happen, he made the fastest choice.

A knife, crisp and neat, Zimo's unparalleled eyesight is exercised in the wasteland, where is the key point, where is the knife to kill. His movements are swift, in this wasteland, either you die or I live, killing people at such an age is not a terrible thing.

Zimo carried a knife and walked in front of the girl, and the girl's eyes still had the innocence and purity that I don't know if it existed or disguised, but now it was mixed with a trace of hideous madness.

Zimo took two steps, and the knife in his hand was raised, but he couldn't fall anymore. The hand holding the knife trembled slightly, sighed in his heart, shook his head and put the knife in his hand down, the thoughts exercised in the wasteland were constantly reminding him that this was not right.

The instinct in the body began to protest, to kill her, to kill her. Even Zimo himself didn't know why he didn't do it, maybe it was because this filthy wasteland needed a piece of purity too much, even if it was a false one.

Zimo found many reasons to convince himself, even if those reasons were full of loopholes, in the final analysis, he was just a teenager, even if he could struggle to survive in the post-apocalyptic wasteland for a few years, he would still inevitably act impulsively.

Zimo was a little distressed, distressed by his impulsiveness, and in the end he still couldn't do it.

No, you can't let any enemy go.

His heart was ruthless, and the knife in his hand rolled up a bloody flower, and the girl's arm was broken.

Beautiful things are broken to show people, and it always makes people feel so distressed.

With one arm missing, she shouldn't be alive in this wasteland.

Zimo finally convinced himself, but he knew that he was still a little impulsive.

Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots is the way to do it once and for all.

Maybe many years later, Zimo's impulse will slowly disappear, and he will regret this decision today, but now he still made this wrong decision.

There was a faint hint of disappointment and relief in the man's eyes, which was a very tangled emotion.

The man didn't think about this, he stretched out his big and warm and clean hands and put them in front of Zimo, Zimo wiped his little hands clean and put them in the man's hands, feeling a long-lost warmth, as if these hands are the biggest harbor, this man has a father's smell.

Zimo's eyes showed a dependence that he didn't even realize it had, and his hard heart slowly softened.

A majestic and resolute man, a thin and thin teenager, and a mutant dog with an embarrassment and majesty, in a barren and wasteland, this is a strange combination, but none of the creatures can come close, and if anyone observes, they will find that as soon as any creature comes close to them within a certain range, it will turn into a blood mist.

The man's hand patted Zimo's head and said something that Zimo would not forget even after many years, "Remember, child, kindness is sin." ”

Yes, kindness is a sin, so are you willing to bear it?