"How are you? Does it hurt? Does it matter? Yang Keer helped Zhang Xiaoqiang up from the ground and let him sit on his chest.

"Hiss......" Zhang Xiaoqiang gasped with Yang Keer's movements, and there was no place in his body that didn't hurt. Yang Keer hurriedly slowed down her movements, wanting to relieve Zhang Xiaoqiang's pain.

"Do you know how the bad guys in the movie die?" Zhang Xiaoqiang leaned on Yang Ke'er, looked at the bonfire in front of him, and spoke.

“……”

Yang Keer didn't speak, but tears dripped onto Zhang Xiaoqiang's cheeks from time to time, and tears flowed on Zhang Xiaoqiang's face with warmth.

"Because bad guys always talk too much nonsense!" Zhang Xiaoqiang muttered to himself.

"Do you know why the heroine in the movie has a cup?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his face sideways and looked at Yang Keer behind him with difficulty.

"Because those brain-dead heroines are always willing to believe what the bad guys say!"

The back of Zhang Xiaoqiang's head rested on the quail egg on Yang Keer's chest, and he said with a wooden expression.

"You think he'll really let us go if we satisfy that pervert?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang said that there is a feeling of hating iron but not steel.

"I'm not in a hurry to see you being beaten! I'm concerned about you too."

Yang Keer's voice became smaller and quieter, and there was a sour grievance in her words.

“……”

Zhang Xiaoqiang was speechless, always feeling that he had no common language with her.

What else can't Xie Yuanshan, a pervert, do? If he dares to violate and kill even his savior, will he give up because he is a half-disabled and a minor?

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't dare to think about it anymore, a layer of white hair and cold sweat came out of his spine, "It's too careless" Zhang Xiaoqiang was secretly frightened.

Looking at the flame burning in his chest, he began to examine himself, since when did he become so careless? Is it that nearly half a month of comfortable life in the cave has erased his vigilance? Is it Yang Keer who turned Popeye? Did you put on a simple leather armor inlaid with animal skins?

He should have been aware of the surprise attack of the mutated weasel under that big tree, without prior reconnaissance, without post-vigilance, and he didn't even have a weapon in his hand at that time, if it wasn't for Yang Ke'er's quick eyes, he would have been bitten through the throat.

The funny thing is that after experiencing a life-and-death struggle with his life hanging by a thread, he still thinks that he is only attacked because he inadvertently violated the territory of the mutant weasel. Why didn't you take a closer look with a telescope beforehand? Do you really think you'll be invincible if you change your vest?

What's even more ridiculous is that he still failed to raise his vigilance after being injured, knowing that it was very dangerous in the last days, Xie Yuanshan couldn't be relied on, but he was still relieved to let Yang Ke'er keep vigil, Yang Ke'er's nature is very arrogant. Zhang Xiaoqiang actually slept to death.

Think about the time you came out of the house when you weren't careful, which step was not walking on thin ice? Spend the night in the wilderness, get up and check it out if there's a little wind or grass. Why did you become so paralyzed and careless now?

The more he examines himself, the more Zhang Xiaoqiang feels frightened, the pre-apocalyptic rituals and rules have been destroyed with the arrival of the apocalypse, and the various ambitions that people have suppressed in the past** and madness have erupted with the arrival of the virus.

I remember a book I read before that seems to be Freud's personality theory, which talks about personality is composed of id, ego and superego.

When the needs of the self arise, the individual's demand is immediately satisfied, so from the principle that governs human nature, it is the principle of pleasure that governs the self.

The ego is the individual's differentiation and development in the real environment after birth, and if the various needs from the self cannot be immediately satisfied in reality, he must accommodate the limitations of reality and learn how to obtain the satisfaction of needs in reality. From the point of view of the principles that govern human nature, it is the principle of reality that governs the self.

And the superme needless to say, that's not an ordinary person, that's a saint. Generally, in movies, people who have to pay party dues before death are this kind of people.

Pre-eschatological people are bound by rules, laws, and orders. People after the end of the world trample on all kinds of rules, laws, and orders for their own survival and **. People before the end of the world live in the self, and people after the end of the world live in the self.

"It can't be the same anymore! You're not a savior, and don't always think about being a good person! Zhang Xiaoqiang ended his self-examination and wondered if he should be a bad guy?

"Hey...... Yo ......"

Xie Yuanshan was lying in the distance like a dead dog, constantly moaning dying, and the bones of his limbs were trampled into pieces by Yang Ke'er, and they were connected to his body in various weird and even unexpected postures, for example, he was lying on his back now, and his toes should be facing up? But now he's heel-up.

The pants he was wearing underneath were wet, and there was a faint smell of feces and urine, and it seemed that he had been incontinent by Yang Keer.

Yang Ke'er also smelled the stench coming from his side, frowned and gently flattened Zhang Xiaoqiang, walked to Xie Yuanshan, took his collar and shook it into the distance, and saw Xie Yuanshan spinning and flying into the darkness where the light of the fire was gone.

The sound of a "plop" heavy object falling to the ground was heard.

"Ah......h

Yang Keer returned here and hugged Zhang Xiaoqiang in her arms again, how gentle and gentle her movements were, which was not at all like her usual big grin.

Zhang Xiaoqiang leaned on Yang Ke'er's arms and enjoyed this tenderness, and there was a faint sound of intermittent moans of pain in his ears.

Zhang Xiaoqiang made a decision, not to be a good person or a bad person. Good people are too cups, and bad people will be more cups than good people.

"How did you get him a sniper crossbow?" Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly opened his mouth to break the warmth of this moment.

"Probably, probably, probably he took it while I was on the trumpet!" The more Yang Ke'er spoke, the lower her head became, and her chin was already on her chest after she finished speaking.

"Why didn't you wake me up when you went to the bathroom?" Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the bonfire indifferently and said.

"Seeing that you sleep soundly, do you want to sleep more?" Yang Ke'er found a reason and raised her head again.

"Alas......" Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed a long sigh, no matter what, Yang Keer is also a good heart, although she has good intentions to do bad things.

"Do you know what to do in the future?" Zhang Xiaoqiang always felt that he was teaching his disobedient little daughter a lesson.

"Hmmm! Got it! Even if I'm going to shhhh ”

Yang Keer's expression was very well-behaved, just like a kindergarten child promising his aunt that he would no longer be naughty and naughty in the future.

"That's right! What about that thanks? Do you want me to kill him! ”

Yang Keer remembered that Xie Yuanshan was still lying in the distance, and asked Zhang Xiaoqiang for advice on how to deal with it.

"Forget it, kill him and dirty your hands, and feed him to the zombies tomorrow!"

Otaku never knew what the four words of repaying grievances with virtue meant.

"Don't you feel scared to kill him? Do you feel like you want to vomit when you kill someone? Zhang Xiaoqiang asked Yang Keer with some curiosity, is the little girl so bold now?

"No! After I killed the first monster that day, I felt so good, it was much more fun than playing games and fighting monsters at home! ”

Yang Keer seems to be very indifferent to this kind of problem, and looks like you are a little white.

"Could it be that if you play the game too much, you won't have the disgust after killing people?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang grew up under the red flag since he was a child, and he didn't understand the current children at all.

"No, it won't! I used to have a generation gap with my dad, and now I also have a generation gap with the little girl? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang finally felt that he no longer seemed to be young.