Unexpectedly, a super master who singled out a group of "infected" would "touch porcelain". Standing on the pile of ugly remains, Yang Xiaohai tried to move his feet, but the strange man was pulled by handcuffs and immediately changed his posture. "Hey, how do you know I'm not going to cut your hands and feet? Do I have 'good guys' written on my head? ”

Bending over to wipe his sweat, Yang Xiaohaifu sighed again. "Hey, it's not wrong, I'm the best and biggest fool in the world." So Yang Xiaohai hugged the strange man by the waist, planning to carry her home first. If you don't save yourself when you die, your conscience will be uneasy. It's a big deal to tie her up first, tie it strongly, talk about it, and then talk about it.

After all, a waking master and a comatose passerby are not the same thing.

Thinking about it like this, it didn't seem to be a big deal, so Yang Xiaohai stood up, but forgot the restraint of the handcuffs. Under the support, Yang Xiaohai immediately fell forward faster than he got up. "I'll go!" With an exclamation, Yang Xiaohai fell firmly on the strange man. The incident happened suddenly, and Yang Xiaohai was powerless at all.

After a "poof", the two fell into a string of rolling gourds. The strange man's soft body dissipated most of his strength, so that Yang Xiaohai was cushioned by a sponge cushion and rolled down the "corpse mountain" quite comfortably. After the two stopped rolling, peeked at the green face wrapped in red fabric, and saw the strange woman frowning slightly, Yang Xiaohai hurriedly got up from the person.

"Slippery feet, sorry. I didn't mean to! Sitting on the muddy ground, Yang Xiaohai apologized again and again. Seeing that the strange man didn't move, and didn't seem to wake up at all, Yang Xiaohai breathed a sigh of relief. Once the strange man wakes up, he will inevitably fall into the situation of artificial swordsmanship. Although he decided to save people, Yang Xiaohai was afraid of strange people.

Yang Xiaohai was wary of strangers, not to mention that this person even overturned "Big Arnold", what is his little trick? If it weren't for the other party's unconscious, Yang Xiaohai would definitely not dare to take her back. Adjusting his posture, Yang Xiaohai was careful and picked her up again

。 However, the woman's arms have been stretched to the maximum, but they are still not long enough. Hold it, half squat; Drag it, bumps and grind. In case the other party is tossed and wakes up, the consequences are unimaginable. Yang Xiaohai can't walk all the time, right? Besides, that posture can't go far!

When I had no idea and looked around, I couldn't wait for a gust of autumn wind to blow. There was a "snap", and the red clothes made him face. "There it is!" Yang Xiaohai, who was slapped in the face, had an idea, and turned his head to look at the pile of remains.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the gray sky, holding up a dark shadow on the small dirt slope. It was Yang Xiaohai who was staggering on foot, plus the weirdo who was dragging him. The strange man wears thick clothes, to say the least, there are more than a dozen layers. The dusk of early autumn has turned cool, and the strange woman sees sweat on her forehead, but she is also faint and stable.

Even though he was embarrassed, Yang Xiaohai still dragged the strange woman back unscathed. Xu is destined, Yang Xiaohai tried his best to bring home with difficulty, but it was his most important fetters.

Dragged down by the strange woman, when I stood in front of the monitor, it was already completely dark. Yang Xiaohai took out the magnetic card, and looked at the strange man with palpitations in the faint moonlight. I saw her closing her eyes tightly, snoring slightly, and looking like she was sleeping sweetly. Yang Xiaohai couldn't help but say to himself: "I've seen a big heart, but I've never seen you like this."

Aren't you afraid that I'll do it? Are we acquainted? He muttered in his mouth, but his feet trembled. While relieving the pain of the ankle caused by friction, he pushed the magnetic card into the card slot. When the door was opened, Yang Xiaohai muttered again: "Which one is this door designed by the missing eye?" There must be a limit to brain damage, right?

Magnetic cards are inserted outside, which can only be picked up in the hall; If you insert a card inside, you can only take it outside the door. And the door has to be fully open or closed, which is not flexible at all. What is the rationale for this design? Why don't you make a sensor-type door? Wouldn't it be safer if it was changed to face brushing, fingerprint recognition, and pupil recognition? But then I won't be able to get in! ”

During the change of thoughts, the door gradually opened, and Yang Xiaohai dragged the strange man into the "shelter" without waiting for the iron door to be opened.

With an embankment in his heart, Yang Xiaohai dragged the strange woman into the hall, and after muttering "offended" impatiently, Yang Xiaohai attacked the strange man. Yang Xiaohai first lifted the hood of the strange man, revealing a head of black hair.

The green silk was split into two locks by a pair of green round jade hairpins, which were placed side by side on either side of the head. Looks very much like the heroine of "Moonlight Rabbit". Yang Xiaohai glanced at it and found that the strange woman's face was green, but her ears and neck were white with a pink bias. Yang Xiaohai curiously scraped with his fingers, but only felt the firmness and elasticity of the skin.

"It's not oil paint, who knows what it's smearing?" Yang Xiaohai relied on the other party to fall asleep, and became a little presumptuous. Two fingers pinched lightly and shook the bright red fabric. It was really fabric, not even zippers and buttons.

Yang Xiaohai didn't dare to lift it again. The clothes were embarrassed to touch, and he gently pinched the hair of the strange man, and he was sure that it was human. Then, Yang Xiaohai carefully touched the waist of the strange woman.

What is Yang Xiaohai going to do? Is it beastial? Of course not. He's just looking for the key to the handcuffs. No matter how careful he was, Yang Xiaohai inevitably touched the weirdo. "The body is not blinking, too thin." With a flick of his fingertips, Yang Xiaohai had no waves.

As soon as Yang Xiaohai put his hand on someone's waist, he touched something hard. "What's the matter?" Picking up the red silk, Yang Xiaohai saw a short knife with a brown handle pinned to the strange woman's waist. It didn't look dazzling, and even the scabbard was black and black.

"That cold light from not long ago, shouldn't it have come from?"

Men are born to like knives and guns, and Yang Xiaohai is no exception. He pulled the knife out of the strange woman's belt and laid it flat in his hand to take a closer look: it was no more than half a meter long and about half a palm wide. Thinking back to the sharpness that easily split the "infected" in half, Yang Xiaohai suddenly pulled out the short knife.

A touch of cold light, like substance, actually aroused the exposed skin with fine goosebumps. Before Yang Xiaohai could make any moves, the cold meaning turned into qi and formed a cloud in the empty hall. In the midst of the evaporation of the clouds, there was a faint golden light. Yang Xiaohai didn't realize it, as if the whole world was left with him and the strange knife.

Look at the knife again, it is a piece of white. After looking closely, I found that the blade of the knife was crystal clear, like stone and jade.

On one side, you can't see how sharp it is; The back of the knife on the other side is slightly thicker and does not look strong; The blade resembles the blade of an iris and thickens in the middle of the blade. However, the knife head has an obtuse angle, forming an open square, and there is no knife tip at all. The handle is about eight inches thick, and it has many links on it that are not very smooth, and it looks like the back bone of a fish. In the mist, the knife added to the mystery.

Looking at the knife, Yang Xiaohai seemed to be in the clouds, and he saw his deceased parents in the haze. The second elder had a kind face and was waving to Yang Xiaohai frequently.

"Are Mom and Dad okay? Xiaohai misses you very much......"

In an instant, Yang Xiaohai's emotions were out of control, and tears welled up wildly. His mind was filled with deep thoughts and long-lost family affection, and he completely lost his mind. Uncontrollably, his feet slowly walked towards his parents in the haze.

"Where have you been, why haven't you come to see me for so long?" Yang Xiaohai choked and tried to get into the open arms of his parents.

Just when he was about to move, there was a strange red light in the old otaku's eyes and disappeared. It was brief, but it was enough to pull him away from the dreamy and strange vision. In the blink of an eye, the parents had disappeared without a trace. Yang Xiaohai suddenly realized at this time that the sharp blade was lying between his neck, and his hands were tightly gripping the hilt.

If you are in a trance for a few more seconds, I am afraid that your neck will be cut by a sharp blade. Yang Xiaohai suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Under the double stimulation of death, Yang Xiaohai could no longer grasp the short knife. With a "bang", the short knife stabbed straight into the ground.

"Poof", the blade of the knife was submerged, and only the handle of the knife trembled slightly on the ground.

Before he could sigh at the sharpness of the strange knife, Yang Xiaohai was enraged: "People are weirdos, and weapons are also evil to him!" A handful of dead things, how dare you deceive me? ”

Staring at the handle of the knife on the ground, Yang Xiaohai found some bloodstained places from the strange woman's clothes, tore them off and wrapped them around his hands. Yang Xiaohai grabbed the hilt of the knife.

This time he grabbed the knife in a conscious state, so Yang Xiaohai could accurately grasp every detail. First of all, it is very light to start, it seems that the weight comes from the scabbard, and the strange knife does not have much weight; Then there was Yang Xiaohai's upliftment, but there was no illusion for a long time.

"Filth and demons! One thing down one thing! Yang Xiaohai grabbed the handle of the knife and immediately wanted to throw the strange knife far away. But as soon as he had done half a lap, he stopped.

Slammed his head with his free hand: "Stupid! What else am I looking for? So he set his sights on the target and turned his hand to the middle of the handcuffs. Poof", the steel cuffs were cut off effortlessly. Even the concrete floor under the handcuffs was cut out of a deep trench.

"Hehe, let you be like a ghost, don't you want to drink my footwash water in the end?" Yang Xiaohai, who thought he had a plan, grabbed the handle of the knife and smirked at the strange man.