There are a lot of people who screamed, and there were also those who felt empathy because of the pressure and sat on the ground. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Song Chaoyang's eyes lit up, there were at least three people sitting on the ground, all of whom were talented in Gen Wen, and they had written it down.

More than once he had heard his boss mention the sensory anomalies caused by various rhythms, and this feeling like a mountain was the outward manifestation of the Gen pattern.

I counted the names I had memorized, yes, there were sixteen people who were gifted with the rhythm of the eight lines. These are all the team members of the Dawn at the end, who can sense the rhythm of the pattern, and will definitely gain something on this road in the future, so to speak, these people have already walked on the road of the strong.

He has some understanding of the boss's strength system, and it is fundamentally in the pattern skills and rhythm, as for the ability?

The boss once told him about the arrangement of the Dawn Army, "If someone can't do it with tattoo skills and rhythm, then it can only give him an ability." Alas, there's really no way, abilities aren't a good choice, so you have to settle for it. ”

Is the ability bad? Why do you want to give people the disappointing look of their abilities?

Song Chaoyang secretly glanced at the four people in the Liming army, and these four people inadvertently showed a small action that was superior to others, and a small group of several people naturally gathered around these four people.

He knew at a glance that he was clearly a stranger with hidden abilities.

Niu Niu has said more than once that these four people have disrespectful remarks about the boss. Now the faces of the four of them are also a little complacent.

Song Chaoyang shook his head, your self-possessed abilities can only be regarded as the most helpless choice for the boss.

Zizi, this is really the fearlessness of the ignorant.

In Song Chaoyang's heart, he had already eliminated these people from the Dawn Army.

His Dawn Army collects elites, but he doesn't want such garbage.

Unbeknownst to them, the four Adepts were still whispering to each other.

There is no need for Niuniu's terrifying hearing, Song Chaoyang knows what these people will say.

It is nothing more than belittling others and exalting oneself.

"Don't die, or Tuya will be your example." Song Chaoyang silently smiled at those people.

Zhao Jiayan faced Sister Bai's full blow, and he was not to be outdone, the drawing knife was facing the knife, and the two knives slammed into the air.

"Boom."

With a sharp metal impact, Zhao Jiayan blocked it with a drawing knife that was only a quarter of the length of the horse chopping knife.

Not only blocked, but Zhao Jiayan also took advantage of Sister Bai's stunned moment to sneak attack.

Sister Bai reacted from the shock, her eyes hooked, and the person took a step back and let go of the hooligan-like kick from the bottom.

Zhao Jiayan was reasonable, and the knife went up with the trend. Sister Bai is not good at stubble, and the horse chopping knife whistling and cutting away.

The two fought back and forth, and the sound of collision was endless.

Nangong Yulan's heart jumped with the sound of the bang, and she was very worried about Zhao Jiayan.

It's strange that when she learned about Zhao Jiayan's past from Niu Niu, after rational thinking, she thought that Zhao Jiayan was a more ideal partner for his family.

She knew that Zhao Jiayan was not bragging, he was indeed the kind of doctor who specialized in surgery in general practice. In the past, Nangong Yulan only knew Mr. Zhao, but after knowing Zhao Jiayan's full name, she knew that she was wrong.

Full-time San Lang Zhao Jiayan, this is the nickname she gave Zhao Jiayan in that circle. Full-time is full-time, and Saburo refers to desperately doing surgery like a desperate Saburo.

Zhao Jiayan has several records that make her remember this nickname, the surgeon who performed the most surgeries in four years, the surgeon who performed the most comprehensive operations, the surgeon who failed all the surgeries, and the surgeon who never died within two days after all the surgeries.

The first three may have been achieved with diligence and talent, but the fact that the last one could never die within two days after his operation could only be explained by God.

She remembered that half a year ago, before she had escaped from the family, her grandfather was critically ill.

When the hospital had announced his death, the family finally arranged for Zhao Jiayan's surgery with the vast majority of their connections.

Operated on a dead man, and Zhao Jiayan's family dared.

Two days, grandpa lived for two more days. Forty-eight hours after the operation, her grandfather left suddenly.

"Grandpa, if you say you want to marry, you will marry a strange man like Zhao Jiayan, should I do this?" Nangong Yulan thought.

She thought of what Niu Niu said about Zhao Jiayan's deeds after the apocalypse, like teaching the president to fight, the direct insertion that killed 40,000 zombies, and so on. Hearing this, she was stunned, and she really felt that Zhao Jiayan was a hero.

But one thing she knows better than anyone else is that marrying Zhao Jiayan is the result of her rational analysis. Qualified character, and has extraordinary ability, although his family background is not good, but his current power is not small with his own efforts. Everything shows that this Zhao Jiayan is an ideal choice for her.

"But all this is just a rational analysis, I don't have a little bit of love for him? Grandpa, if you hadn't left, Yu'er wouldn't have been so embarrassed, and she wouldn't have been forced to marry. ”

Thinking of her grandfather's kindness, Nangong Yulan was sad, and the corners of her eyes were moist.

These words in my heart will no longer be able to be told in the future.

"Boom."

Zhao Jiayan once again repelled Sister Bai's ferocious attack, and the person took a step back and gasped.

Sister Bai held the knife and was about to cut again, Zhao Jiayan stretched out her hand and said, "Stop, stop, stop, Sister Bai, it's fun to fight today, let's start practicing." ”

"What, you're convinced?"

Zhao Jiayan smiled bitterly, this girl is better than herself in everything, as long as she can't support her, she will go to the house to uncover the tiles. In that matter, he overpowered her, and she behaved like a cat. In terms of force, she really can't beat her without tattooing skills, so she can only admit it.

"Convincing, convincing, Sister Bai is brave, isn't it okay for the younger brother to admit defeat?"

"You know each other." Sister Bai's eyes were like silk, and she smiled smugly at Zhao Jiayan, "Since this is the case, the slave family will not embarrass you." Now, let's practice. ”

Zhao Jiayan breathed a sigh of relief, put away the drawing knife, and stepped forward empty-handed.

Sister Bai also stepped forward empty-handed, and the two of them used their respective fighting skills to fight together.

This time it was a drill focusing on the rhythm of dry lines, and the two played passionately, like the sun.

However, there is no sense of danger.

Nangong Yulan put her mind at ease at this time and patiently entangled herself in her relationship with Zhao Jiayan.

Do you decide your life by emotion or reason?

The two of them on the field are very familiar with the rhythm of dry lines, and this fight is much smoother, and it doesn't take too much effort, so naturally you come and go.

"Hey, color number chief, what's wrong with Sister Nangong?"

"I didn't do anything, did I?"

"You see that Nangong girl is not looking at you right now?"

"Normal, huh?"

"Normal? It's good to be normal, don't say that the slave family didn't remind you, Nangong Yulan may have a deep background, if you do something that starts and abandons, be careful that your life is not guaranteed. ”

"No, no, I don't call her. In other words, my favorite is Sister Bai, you are a bold type. ”

"Phew, you are bold, the slave family is free and easy. Okay, don't be poor with you, someone from Xin'an City will come at ten o'clock tonight, you can prepare. ”

"So soon?"

"It's fast, the slave family estimates that they are going to die in a hurry."

To the west of the meat factory, two troop carriers are coming at full speed.

There are zombies, bump. There are mutant beasts, crash, there are cars, crash.

Even so, I can still hear the urging of "hurry up, hurry up" from time to time.

In the darkness of the night, the Dawn sailed out of the gates of the meat factory and headed out into the darkness.

Sister Bai stood at the door, looking at the headlights in the distance with a little worry.

"I hope you don't make any sparks, or no one will be able to save you. I can't do it, and I can't kill it. ”

All this is just because there are only two people on the Dawn, Zhao Jiayan and Nangong Yulan, who has to go with him.

Sister Bai regretted a little, why did she tell Nangong Yulan Zhao Jiayan that she was going to meet the people of Xin'an City in a daze?

In the fast-moving Dawn, the milky white light emitted by the body reflected Nangong Yulan's skin more white and tender, and complemented the newly changed green military uniform.

Zhao Jiayan saw all the white neckline from the rearview mirror.

Nangong Yulan said to Zhao Jiayan after struggling for a long time, "Can you turn off the lights in the car?" ”

"Huh? Oh. ”

The lights went out, but the temperature inside the car was hot and thirsty.