The pouring rain seemed to drown the heavens and the earth. The galloping woman had already been drenched. Although he is running, he is also eye-catching, and his body is very hot. Yang Xiaohai is no longer the first brother, but the brother is still being raised, so he is not overly excited. But it is still necessary to pay attention to the beautiful opposite sex.

"Huh?" Although the beauty is good, the white jade is slightly flawed. Just as the long-legged plump woman was running, Yang Xiaohai found the source of the bloodstains. The woman's left hand was on her right arm, and her right arm was incomplete, and it was all missing from the elbow down!

The look of pain on the face of a sexy beauty. The narrow eyebrows were tightly twisted together, and the slightly bitten lower lip was bloodless. Although it is embarrassing, it reveals a morbid beauty. With a quick glance, Yang Xiaohai had a kind of ambivalence about caring for and ravaging her.

If Black Hitomi is a porcelain doll carved in pink, then this woman is a mass of estrogen that ignites at sight. It's just that good things don't always last. As soon as Yang Xiaohai formed an amazing feeling in his mind, the woman crossed the bottomless black hole and disappeared into the rain in the blink of an eye.

Hazy, the woman seemed to look back. But her pace never stopped. "Senior sister!" With a shout in his ear, Yang Xiaohai followed the voice, and saw that the black pupil was staring at the direction where the woman disappeared. The big eyes were stunned, as if there was light in the sockets. Yang Xiaohai wondered in his heart, if that woman was Heitong's senior sister, why did she run away?

As I pondered, a vibration came from under my feet. The vibration was small, but it was tangible. Yang Xiaohai looked for the source of the shock, and his legs could no longer hold on, and he fell back into the cold muddy water. What makes Yang Xiaohai so out of shape? It turned out to be a scorpion, which rumbled through the rain curtain and climbed down the hillside very abruptly.

The scorpion was terrifyingly big, five or six meters tall, and even the three pairs of feet were more than two meters long. The hard shell was like armor, black and shiny from the rain. The tail thorns erected high are four or five meters above the ground, and the "feeling hairs" on the tips of the red thorns are like steel needles, and the roots are fierce and angry. The massive horn opened and closed, severing all the trees in its path.

Such a fierce beast is already very terrifying, but it still has a clear human face on the head of the scorpion. The main reason why Yang Xiaohai was shocked was that face. The protruding bridge of the nose and the open eyelids all reveal a sense of déjà vu. Yang Xiaohai was almost sure that once upon a time, he must have seen that face somewhere!

The giant scorpion with only one horned whisker left paused as Yang Xiaohai fell. His hair stood on end, and he grabbed the grenade on his chest. As soon as the scorpion shows its intention to approach him, he pulls the bracelet away and blows it up! With his attention, Yang Xiaohai clearly saw the human face frowning slightly, and then suddenly accelerated, rumbling away the water waves, and chased down in the direction where the beauty disappeared.

But the slight pause gave Yang Xiaohai time to react. He remembered, wasn't that slightly charming face the "fierce girl" who killed the authentic "Big Arnold"? Didn't it devour the brain of "Big Arnold" and become a "licker"? Why has it become a lump again in just over a month? Will it still be seventy-two?

Recognizing the identity of the scorpion is not only useless, but more problematic. Yang Xiaohai pondered, trying to get a reasonable explanation from this clue. But there was a black pupil's voice over his head: "You close the door to protect yourself, wait for me to kill that monster, and then turn back with my senior sister......" The voice was insignificant, and the person had already fled far away.

"Bring some guys to defend yourself!" Yang Xiaohai shouted in vain, and the back in his eyes gradually disappeared into the rain curtain.

Yang Xiaohai was helpless, so he could only slowly get up from the ground and walk to the display screen. Wipe your wet hands and press them against the magnetic card. Ten minutes passed, thirty minutes passed, and the autumn rain stiffened his frozen body, but he was still watching.

At the bottom of the hillside, the big hole made by the black pupil became a drain for the water, and all the rain around it rushed to it. I don't know how deep the hole is, but it swallowed the raging current, re-exposing the muddy ground. An hour later, Hitomi didn't come back. Sighing lightly, Yang Xiaohai pulled out the black card.

Under the dim light, Yang Xiaohai took off his wet clothes. Long guns, short cannons, and other equipment are piled up in small piles. I found a plate of acetaminophen and took two tablets. Prepare for a rainy day, in such an environment, it is very troublesome to get sick. Toss the pills aside.

These precious crystallization of human science will not survive much time in the world. Even if they are more expensive than gold, after the expiration date, they are just a pile of garbage. Wipe your body with a clean hand towel and change into a brand new outfit. Yang Xiaohai lay on his back on the bed.

Within a week, Yang Xiaohai received a powerful guest, and in an instant, he became a loner again. "Perhaps, she's just delayed!" Thinking that Hei Tong might be in trouble, Yang Xiaohai tossed and turned. Unable to sleep, he panted and rolled over and sat up.

turned his head and found that the "eighth master" in the plastic box was staring at him with his neck stretched. Yang Xiaohai turned over and stared at the "Eighth Master" with big eyes. If you are worried about the black pupils, it will inevitably be a little too much. It's just that he is alone, and when the endless loneliness hits, Yang Xiaohai has to endure the torment of loneliness again.

For those who haven't really been alone, it's hard to understand how terrible the loneliness can be that drives people crazy.

In a daze, Yang Xiaohai stayed up until dinner time. Thinking that he finally had something to do, he hurried to the pantry with the food in it, carefully selecting the ingredients for dinner. But pick and choose, and there are only a few things that can be eaten.

When it comes to food storage, the people involved only focus on the quantity. As for the type of food, it is a bit difficult for the strong. So Yang Xiaohai did his best to fill the dining table. After a busy time, in the face of a dazzling array of dishes, Yang Xiaohai lost his appetite. Suddenly, Yang Xiaohai seemed to feel something, he stood up with a hula, and ran upstairs with his legs.

As I got closer to the ground, I heard different sounds in my ears.

"It's back, it's back!" Yang Xiaohai was inexplicably happy, and even his steps became much lighter. took out the magnetic card and pushed it into the card slot, Yang Xiaohai's mouth was almost grinning.

Rubbing his hands, Yang Xiaohai brewed a word: "You're back." "It's too bland!" I wish my ancestors and eldest sister a successful start. "That's! Hurry up, hurry up, think quickly, you must take the lead and give the beauty an unforgettable good impression! Yang Xiaohai quickly turned his brain, and was unexpectedly cut through the fishing net on his body by a hand with sharp nails.

"Eh, I'll go!"

Yang Xiaohai, who was exhaling pain, was awakened by reality. A shriveled female "infected" with Mediterranean hairstyle scratched and took away pieces of Yang Xiaohai's clothes. Seeing the living, it went completely insane. Screaming and squeezing through the crack in the door, he pounced on Yang Xiaohai, who was constantly retreating.

As the door gradually opened, the "infected" behind also appeared. Looking for the location in his memory, Yang Xiaohai raised his head sharply and rolled over on the cold floor tiles until he was blocked by the corner of the wall. A casual touch on the ground caught a Groko 19 pistol in his hand.

"Bang, bang!!" The Mediterranean Sea was opened. Immediately after that, the gunshots continued, and the two subsequent "infected" were also pinned to the ground. Yang Xiaohai gasped, threw away Groko, and reflexively picked up an A-545 assault step from the corner.

Kneeling on one knee between the various weapons, Yang Xiaohai turned sideways and aimed out the door. The gray sky, the pouring rain, nothing seems to have changed, and there seems to be something different. The rain soaked the door of the "shelter", and nothing came in but the wind.

After kneeling for a few seconds, he stood up with his rifle in hand and walked out the door to look down the hill. Except for the black hole, the surroundings are in shambles. In the distance, a constantly shaking black shadow hovered arbitrarily; In the sky, the pouring rain was much weaker, but it was still falling raindrops. After several days of heavy rain, it finally stopped. But the black pupils were still nowhere to be found.

After running a few steps quickly and taking back the magnetic card, Yang Xiaohai didn't look at the "infected" who kept pouring out the rain curtain under the hillside, and reflexively returned to the hall. When the big iron gate closed and Yang Xiaohai walked underground, the sound of roaring and scratching sounded again. This also means that the world outside the door is no longer a pure land, but a place that is no longer suitable for human life like the whole world.

At this time, Yang Xiaohai was still looking forward to the return of the black pupil. That girl is arrogant and domineering. But it's as simple and pure as a blank sheet of paper. Unknowingly, it left a deep impression on Yang Xiaohai's heart. So much so that not long after they separated, he became worried.

A man eating at the end of a narrow aisle. Although he has been through this life for a long time, he still feels extremely difficult. He didn't expect that the black pupils, who had not had much contact and didn't even say a few words, had a deep impact on him. So much so that he couldn't stand the dull life anymore.

The changes outside the "shelter" made Yang Xiaohai uneasy, but there was no solution. After dinner, Yang Xiaohai jumped up and down in the office and tossed endlessly. Every time I ran to the back of the gate, I would hear frequent scratching sounds. It was as if that "creaking" noise was the only sound left in the world.

Yang Xiaohai became more and more frustrated, and he became more and more irritable. I don't know what time the fidgeting mood was, but anyway, when he opened his eyes and looked at his watch again, it was already ten o'clock the next morning.

Yang Xiaohai lay on the bed with his ears on his back for a long time, muttering to himself: "Stinky girl, talking doesn't count!" What is this? Am I a left-behind child? But after thinking about it again, the person who kept squeezing disappeared. He was free again.