There is no doubt that what awaits Zimo is a beating, and he didn't say a word. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info black pupil has been hiding in the dark, seeing that the master was beaten, his eyes have turned red, the mutated animal has already given birth to a mind that is not inferior to humans, and after a long time of cooperation with the master, he also knows how to save the master.

"Little brute, where's the food?"

The one who beat Zimo was a teenager who was not much older than him, but his eyes were fierce, and Zimo could smell blood from his body.

Zimo's face was bruised, but he still didn't say a word, as if it wasn't his body that hit him, but a dull sandbag. He had inadvertently taken in everything around him, calculating the possibility of escaping at this time, struggling in the post-apocalyptic wasteland, and he did not give up the word in his dictionary.

There were about five people around, smiling at this scene, as long as he dared to resist, he would be greeted by even more ferocious attacks. The teenager who hit him seemed to be tired and stopped.

A big man in the lead, with tattoos carved on his body, looked at the canned food on the ground, understood everything, and said viciously, "This little beast actually poured the canned food with sand, wasting food, wasting food." ”

As he spoke, he kicked Zimo twice again. Food is everything in the post-apocalyptic wasteland, and a loaf of bread can cause a fight, just like it does now.

Wasting food is like wasting life. Of course, in the eyes of these people, these foods were originally their own, and Zimo wasted their food, which is an unforgivable sin.

The struggle of the last days for a long time has exercised Zimo's indomitable character, and the physical pain did not paralyze him, but made his brain extremely clear.

He looked at the people around him, and he was confident that he would stab his dagger into the neck of one of them, but the question was how to respond to the next attack after killing one of them?

He observed several people, including the girl just now, and his eyes showed a coldness, but there was no disgust or hatred.

Disgust and hatred are useless, and he will never do anything that is useless.

In the post-apocalyptic wasteland, human nature has already been distorted, betrayal and calculation, happening all the time, today it is you, tomorrow it is him, and today this betrayal happened to himself.

Zimo had seen too much filth and betrayal, and he thought of his father, the man who was betrayed by his brother and fought for his life to save himself, while the man who was always sheltered from the wind and rain in front of his eyes became the ration of the mutant beast.

"Son, live, you must live."

Thinking of this, his cold heart that had already been polished in the wasteland flashed with a long-lost warmth, and only then did he know that his heart was hot. He didn't know how bitterly the man had raised him in the wasteland, without abandoning or eating their children like the others.

Maybe it is precisely because of this that there is still some kindness in Zimo's cold heart.

He knew that he carried all the hopes of that man in his body, and to live, not only for himself, but also for the man called Father.

The girl seemed to be frightened by Zimo, and her dirty face turned pale.

"Scream, why don't you scream."

The fierce man stepped on Zimo's body, but he was palpitated by Zimo's calm gaze, and hit him again. With a distorted personality in the apocalypse, he prefers to see people begging for mercy and enjoy the feeling of being in control of other people's lives, even in the eyes of those who are truly powerful, he is just an ant-like existence.

Zimo endured the pain, his brain spun rapidly, and he was kicked away again by the big man, kicking at the feet of a white and chubby young man, who was smiling and ready to torture him.

In an instant, the situation suddenly changed, and Zimo, who was like a dead fish on the ground, rolled and jumped up, and the dagger in his hand pierced the young man's heart.

The dark pupil in the dark cooperated with his movements, and pounced on the first young man who beat Zimo severely, even if the black pupil evolved a wisdom that was not inferior to that of humans. There is also the instinct of survival that tells him that it is not the right decision and that he should attack the strongest by surprise.

But the black pupil still pounced on the young man, which was originally a mockery, in the last days, animals are more human than humans.

“

Swimming. ”

The first tattooed man screamed in grief, Zimo's eyes remained unchanged, he knew that he was right, this white and chubby young man was definitely a person close to this big man, and he could be raised so white and chubby in the wasteland, which in itself was enough to explain the problem.

The tattooed man struck at him in grief, and he dodged the big man's attack. People are emotional animals, and emotional excitement is often fatal in battle, and a slight taunt appeared at the corner of Zimo's mouth, and sure enough, the attack of the tattooed man was deviated.

Even now, the dagger in his hand had been wiped off the neck of the tattooed man, and he was sure that the next moment the tattooed man would die.

However, the dagger in his hand, on the neck of the big man, couldn't get in the slightest. The big man's body turned like steel, and his dagger cut at it, but it brought a stabbing sound.

"Natal Awakener."

The corners of Zimo's mouth were bitter, and before the great power, all the plans were so weak. Aren't these awakened beings supposed to be in the Pure Land, and why are they in the Wasteland? It's a pity that no one is destined to answer his question, and the tattooed man sneered and put him in.

Are you going to die?

Zimo glanced at the girl again, and there was no sadness or joy in his heart.

"Black Hitomi, run."

Zimo knew very well that although the black pupil was a mutant beast, its strength was still in the early stage, and it was impossible to fight against this awakened person.

"Run."

Black Pupil didn't listen to Zimo's words this time, and rushed towards the big man frantically, the big man didn't care like an invulnerable, the black pupil was knocked down again and again, and his huge body was stained with blood, but he still rushed up again and again, to fight for the last chance to live for his master.

But obviously, the difference in strength made the black pupil finally fall to the ground, unable to get up again, his humanized eyes looked at Zimo, and there was a hint of apology, as if he was sorry for not being able to save the master.

The tattooed man roared and said to the rest of the people, "Tie them up, cook dog meat and human meat today, and I'm going to boil these two animals alive." ”

Zimo didn't doubt this sentence at all, this is not the era of science and technology, nor is it a pure land. In this wasteland, cannibalism has become a common thing, he has even witnessed fathers eating sons, mothers eating daughters, in a cruel environment, the former morality and ethics have become so fragile.

It's just that the black pupil wants to die with him.

Streamlined stripes are carved into the room, revealing a luxurious understatement, but decades after the end of the world, the place has become dilapidated. Maybe it used to be a rich man's room, but now it's not as good as a piece of bread.

"If any of you go and cut off one of their legs, I want the little beast to see his dog and his body being boiled and eaten." The tattooed man roared hideously.

The remaining few people were silent, after all, cannibalism was done under duress, and even if they ate people before, they were killed first, so they were slowly tortured to death, and they also had a kind of hesitation.

Just when everyone hesitated, at this time, the girl picked up the knife on the ground and walked towards Zimo. There was a bit of indifference and madness on her face.

The nearly one-meter knife was in stark contrast to the girl's thin body, and everyone looked at the girl's hideous face, and there was a chill in their hearts for no reason. But the chill disappeared immediately, and was replaced by an excitement that the people of the last days needed to be released so much, and the blood excited them.

The big knife in Zimo's ink-colored eyes had already slowly fallen, and he knew very well that if this knife went down, his leg would be wasted.

Everyone in the last days is responsible for their own choices, but unfortunately this time his choice not only took his own life, but also took the black pupil.