Chapter 83 Yu Zimo

Lin Mo turned his head and found that there was a young man standing next to him, and this person was the young man Lin Mo had seen when he had just left the van last night.

Of course, Lin Mo didn't know that the other party was bent on being his little brother, and now Lin Mo didn't realize what a shocking scene he had left behind among the survivors of the group of wolves who retreated from the flames yesterday.

Therefore, when Lin Mo turned to look at this young man who was looking at him with a smile on his face, he couldn't help but feel a little vigilant in his heart.

However, this young man is actually quite handsome, but maybe because of the end of the world, the other party looks a little sloppy, but this smile still gives people an indescribable affinity.

However, if this was a beautiful woman smiling at Lin Mo, Lin Mo might have relaxed his vigilance a little, but now, Lin Mo looked at the person in front of him, and his eyes showed a little vigilant: "Who are you?" ”

The young man was slightly stunned and said with a smile: "Me? I am Yu Zimo, so Yu Zi is the son of Confucius, and Mo is the silent Mo. ”

Lin Mo glanced at him and said, "Lin Mo, the word is the same as yours." ”

Yu Zimo reacted quickly, and after realizing that there was a word in his name that was similar to Lin Mo's, he suddenly felt that it was a great opportunity, so he smiled and said, "Is it?" Do you have a silent word too? My dad didn't know what to think of when he named me, but according to his old man, it meant to keep me silent - but I don't understand what it meant. ”

Be silent in words and diligent in deeds.

Lin Mo glanced at Yu Zimo, shook his head slowly, didn't follow the other party's topic, but asked directly, "Are you looking for me?" ”

"Uh." Yu Zimo didn't expect Lin Mo to be so cold and straightforward, he was a little embarrassed, but he was still ready to be cheeky in the end, so he nodded, put on a smile on his face, and said, "Last night, we met on the same side, do you remember?" ”

Of course, Lin Mo didn't remember such a recent matter, so he nodded at the moment, but his eyes became more and more suspicious.

Seeing that Lin Mo just nodded, Yu Zimo couldn't help but feel a little weak, thinking that last night, this guy looked like a bully and dragged away with the flames - if he said something wrong and annoyed this powerful awakened man, would the other party be more likely to kill him directly?

If the situation really develops like that, then wouldn't he Yu Zimo steal chickens and rice?

But what if he really hugged such a thigh?

Yu Zimo saw that Lin Mo didn't speak again for a long time, thought for a while, and said, "Yesterday...... That, I—I was terrified, so I was rude......"

To be honest, Lin Mo looked at this guy, how could he be a little, inexplicable, he frowned and looked at the guy in front of him - could it be that Yang Wenhan sent it to deal with him?

However, if Yang Wenhan had such a mind, he would not have fallen into the current situation.

So...... The Holy Inquisition is planted among the survivors? Now to test yourself?

To tell the truth, although Lin Mo had just killed a disciple, there were only a few people who knew about it, and secondly, if this man was really sent by the Holy Inquisition, then it would really be a god, not only could he know that he had killed Oberhausen in such a short time, but he could also respond in such a short time.

Actually, Lin Mo didn't think that the Holy Inquisition would really be able to find out that he had killed Oberhausen - how chaotic the situation was at that time, and the battle between him and Oberhausen basically took place indoors, and when he rose into the sky later, he Lin Mo looked like a monster more than a human, so the probability of being determined by the Holy Inquisition that he was the one who killed the seventh disciple was still very small.

And the most critical question is that even if the Holy Inquisition really sends someone, it is impossible to send such a mess with poor psychological quality who can't understand what he can talk to, right?

Lin Mo was really curious, the young man in front of him was still sharp-tongued and not kind in tone last night, why did he seem to be a different person now?

Of course, Yu Zimo didn't know that his impression of this "thigh" was already a mess, and he was still trying to explain his intentions in a tactful way - he had come up with a perfect set of words last night, but at this moment, in the face of this powerful awakened person, he had almost forgotten about it, and could only organize the language on the spot.

This is the strange thing about people, when you meet an ordinary person, your speech and behavior will be natural, and when this ordinary person in your eyes becomes a big person such as the "legendary" Mr. President in an instant, your composure in the first second will fall apart and become tense in an instant.

However, at this moment, of course Lin Mo didn't know Yu Zimo's psychological condition, and when he frowned and was about to say something, his heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help but look in another direction.

In the faint morning mist, a man was approaching.

That's a military man.

Dressed in a straight military uniform, about thirty years old, with a resolute expression, carrying a semi-automatic rifle behind him, there were even blood stains sticking on the slightly tattered military uniform, and what really made Lin Mo squint his eyes slightly was the other party's right arm.

The soldier's right arm was empty.

-- This is a man with a broken arm.

In the apocalypse of lack of medical facilities, it is really rare for ordinary people to survive without losing a hand.

He came for Lin Mo.

At this time, it was only more than five o'clock, and the people who experienced the thrilling scene last night tossed for half a night, and most of them could fall asleep at three or four o'clock in the morning, so there were almost no people moving around in the camp at this time, except for Yu Zimo, who didn't sleep all night and wondered how to hug Lin Mo's thighs and the soldiers on duty, there was only a faint morning fog in the camp.

Therefore, it is not difficult to judge the intention of the soldier with the broken arm.

Lin Mo glanced at Yu Zimo, and the young man also saw the soldier with the broken arm, and he obviously knew who the soldier was, so he stopped his mouth decisively and simply.

Lin Mo's ears were finally able to be quiet because of this, he turned his gaze and looked at the soldier with the broken arm who was striding over, and slowly stood up, his body was sharp and straight, and the momentum he exuded was even stronger than that soldier.

And the soldier stood a meter away from Lin Mo, he first looked at Lin Mo cautiously, then took a deep breath and stretched out his only remaining left hand to the man.

"Wang Jiaping."

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