In October 2007, Li Lian and Yanzi had just arrived at ZG, and they didn't know that it had become hell.

So, during the hunt, he was besieged, and in CC City, he was surrounded by endless zombies.

Slash and escape, from Central Park to Chengxi Square, endless zombies stretch to the end of the field of vision, but the physical strength of the two is exhausted.

Chewing the food brought from the supermarket in his mouth, the red sword in his hand kept waving, fighting for 24 hours in a row, although there was an occasional break, but it was soon found by the zombies again.

He was sweating profusely, and the white breath from his mouth spread in the cold air.

"Bang" ......

Finally burst into a room, slammed the door shut, and smashed the bridge of a zombie's nose. The iron double-layer security door is no longer something that the brute force of a zombie can break through.

Li Lian and Yanzi collapsed on the ground regardless of their image, panting violently, and the soreness of their whole bodies followed, Li Lian only had time to check whether the window was closed, and fell asleep groggy.

Ten hours later, the two woke up.

After inspecting the house, there was good news and bad news.

The good news is that the doors and windows are strong enough that zombies will never get in; The bad news is that there is no food and no water here.

Looking out of the window, the black-pressed zombies couldn't see their heads at a glance, and they had no intention of leaving, and the room was firmly enclosed.

Dry, dirty, dark-brown skin, horrible white, sunken eyeballs, rancid scraps of flesh left on fingernails.

Smells, sounds, desperately coming in from the window, stimulating the senses of the two and provoking fear.

If the zombies don't leave, then the two of them will starve to death in this room and die of thirst. If you force yourself out, you will die of exhaustion, or you will be accidentally bitten to death by a zombie.

It's already a desperate situation.

"Refining ...... I'm afraid ......"

Yanzi pulled Li Lian's arm and clinged to him, his body trembling slightly. The appearance of crying is not at all the heroic appearance of killing the zombie just now.

She didn't have any need for disguise, and anyone would be afraid in such a situation.

Fear, just say it, there is no need for disguise.

In front of Li Lian, there is no need for her to pretend to be the "senior sister" who is always calm and composed.

"Don't be afraid."

Li Lian said jerkyly, but soon realized that this alone was not enough.

So, he lifted her chin with his right hand, wiped the corner of her eye with his left index finger, and swept his cool fingers across the fair and warm skin, taking away a tear that had not yet slipped.

He bowed his head and kissed him deeply, just as he had done several times before.

Warm, intense, forgetful of everything.

The low roar of the zombie came from the window behind the two of them, which was enough to make the bones tremble, but it strangely became a catalyst for some kind of emotion.

"Lian, hug me ......"

Her cheeks were crimson, her eyes were blurred, her rosy lips were slightly twitching, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

Li Lian hugged her, it was very warm and warm, and she didn't want to let go anymore.

"Refine, tighten the ......"

Li Lian hugged it tighter, as if he wanted to let the son melt into his chest, and the strength was enough to make people feel pain.

"Refining, not enough, more ......"

Li Lian was silent and said, "It's addictive." ”

"Don't be afraid, just today."

"It's addictive."

"Just today."

Yanzi showed pitiful eyes, like a greedy little black cat.

So, the already messy clothes were simply torn off, and Xianzi chuckled, hugged Li Lian's head, and pressed it deeply into his chest, feeling that all the weakness in his soul had been sucked away.

"Lian, I belong only to you, so you only belong to me."

She murmured softly, close to Li Lian's ear, and the inaudible voice, mixed with trembling gasps, was very clear in the low roar of the zombies.

More intense, more and more integrated, mixed with the fear of zombies around, lingering to death, beyond the world.

However, both of them will forget about today's events, because martial artists must not indulge in things outside of martial arts, and even more so in this cruel world of reincarnation.

Their physical strength is too good, and if they indulge, it will take too much time, and they can't afford to spend it, because there are only 24 hours a day.

They will forget, and they will remember, like a jar of old wine, which only exists in the bottom of their hearts, and they will enjoy it when they are beyond this cycle.

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How lucky you are, in the center of hell!