The fruitful autumn has slipped away quietly, and the bitter winter wind has blown up. For the northern climate, the golden autumn season is already pitiful. There are four solar terms in a year, and the local summer and winter account for a full ten months.

The seasons changed too quickly, and the survivors had just changed into long coats and trousers, and hurriedly patched up their thick winter clothes. The Spirit of All Things is a little cramped, but the green plants all over the base are very calm. The aspens on the roadside have not yet finished shedding their leaves, and the low, pruned bushes are still stubbornly bearing black fruits.

The reason why the greenery is lush is all thanks to Winnie and Black Pupil. Both beauties love flowers, so the base is full of blooming and about to bloom flowers. It's winter, but it's not cold yet, and it's not snowing. Therefore, the white flowers are still vigorously competing for beauty, vowing to overwhelm the crowd and be the leader of the flowers.

A little identification, you can find four seasons begonia, camellia, chrysanthemum, plum blossom, Feizhou chrysanthemum, marigold, cosmos, longevity, Christmas roses and other more than ten kinds of blooming flowers. Among the flowers, the flowering period of the four seasons begonia is the longest. It is open from spring until December.

And the Feizhou chrysanthemum was just blooming at this time. This flower is very temperamental and can bloom until April of the following year. So many flowers are not only for ornamentation, but also for deodorization. Although the base is surrounded by a rushing river, the stench of corpses is inevitable. In fact, not only the "whale nuclear power plant", but the entire planet is filled with a disgusting stench.

As night fell, the noisy day finally ended, and Advisor Young once again saved the day. People loosen their taut strings and go on to enjoy the apocalypse. The survivors of the night shift took over their shifts and took up their posts. Everything was in order. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, no one noticed a bush full of life on the side of the road.

It was a bunch of showy camellias. The pink flowers are still hung with dewdrops formed by water vapor, which are bright but not delicate and outstanding. Construction is still going on in the distance. The roar of various construction machinery is crocheted into a unique white noise, and the hot heating pipes make the base warm.

In the depths of the human fortress, the camellia moves. It was not swaying in the wind, but the whole camellia was pulled violently, and then it scurried forward for a full meter. So, a big black creature appeared on the asphalt pavement.

Piercing columns of searchlight glide over the camellia and into the towering walls. The base is relatively safe and has not been the main direction of defense. The night mercenaries didn't notice that the bright and lush camellia was growing on the ground. The twists and turns of the rhizomes are intertwined, and they are moving slowly and involuntarily.

The pillar of light wouldn't turn, or it would illuminate the presence beneath the roots of the flower—a huge, earthy brown creature with a flattened strip body and a four-legged tail.

If this thing doesn't have a pack flower, if it is reduced by dozens of times, it will probably be recognized by an employee of a local company: gecko! What's so strange? But who has ever seen a five-metre gecko? You know, the average gecko is only 10 centimeters in size. But this guy, from beginning to end, is more than five meters! Not to mention that it is a traditional Chinese medicine and poisonous, just in terms of size, the resurrection of the medicine saint Li Town has to shout and sell cakes!

Giant geckos roamed the bare streets, and it was a last resort. The base is criss-crossed, and the planning is neat and orderly. Although there is a lot of vegetation, it is not to the extent that it is contiguous. To get to the "central building", the giant gecko has to dig out of the earth and cross the street at the risk of being exposed.

Fortunately, the night provided cover, allowing him to cross more than three meters of the street and re-enter the dirt. From jumping to crossing the street to burrowing a five-meter-long body into the ground, the whole process takes less than a second. But he spent the whole afternoon lying on the side of the street. If lying motionless for half a day in the cold, damp black mud is nothing, how about a whole day? Two days, three days?

Seeing this, the genius with a quick brain may have already reacted. That's right, this giant of the gecko world is the killer from the "Thirty Polar Nights". The ancestor returned with a light enemy, and at the same time hurriedly retreated, and at the same time forced the mountain gate killer to assassinate Yang Xiaohai. The giant gecko ranks second to fifth, and its strength ranks in the middle to low among many killers. If it weren't for the great defeat of the ancestor, I am afraid that the assassination mission would not have been able to fall on his head.

The name of the giant gecko is "Dumb". Like "Black Hitomi", the name is just a code name between the same door, and it doesn't matter what it's called. Although he followed the mandala out of the mountain gate, his style was very different from that of his senior sister. The senior sister is graceful, elegant, and good at transformation. He was clumsy, dull, and unremarkable.

In addition, he is taciturn, and his talent is not outstanding, so he likes to walk alone. It can be regarded as a crooked fight, Senior Sister Mandala is already dead at the moment, but this thing has not even climbed to the "central building" at this moment because of the camouflaged and latent turtle speed. By now, Dumb has passed seven or eight kinds of flowers.

Maybe it's because he is full of aura, as long as he is close to him, no matter what kind of plant is full of life, like estrus crazy growth. This situation makes Dumb very depressed. He can't lurk in front of blooming flowers, right? Flowers are beautiful, but they are also attractive and eye-catching.

Dumb had to change the disguise on his back every few hours. On top of that, he had to walk through the clean streets and bury his five-meter-long body silently in the ground. Among them, it is difficult, and it is difficult to calculate. It's normal that you haven't climbed to the "central building" for a week. This is also a monk, and if you are an ordinary person, even if your mind is solid, your body can't bear it.

However, there is no hardship in vain in the world, and the hard work pays off, and with perseverance, he finally saw the door of the "Central Building". The next step is to lurk in the path and unleash a thunderous blow on the target. Into the building? Hehe, the little junior sister's spells are not good, and her fists are not soft.

The night passes, and the day falls. Dumb closed his eyes and held his breath, waiting for his time in the wet, cold earth. Vaguely, he seemed to hear the crane chirping and the screams of his senior sister. But none of this has anything to do with him. All he had to do was kill the target, and then return to the mountain gate to ask the ancestor for a reward.

To be honest, he also had a slight fear of the mortals who defeated the Ancestor. But more often than not, there is a deep disdain. If the ancestor is like himself, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, how can he lose such a big face? Mortals are just mortals after all, and if they face each other head-on, how can they be the opponents of cultivators?

Suddenly, dumb's eyelids, buried in the dirt, rolled and his erected pupils contracted behind the albug membrane—he sensed a "tracking mark". That's right, it was the "tracking mark" planted by the ancestor himself. The target is present, and it is coming towards itself. Dumb secretly moved his toes, swallowing the saliva that had long since dried up. After a while, his tongue was born, and his sharpest weapon, the tongue, was ready to strike.

Dumb's excited tail twitched slightly, this was the first task of his long life. It's ridiculous to say, as a killer, but without a goal. In the past, when there was a task, it would be snatched away by the senior brothers and sisters, but this time it was his turn.

“…… Yang Tegu, vaccine research and development has entered a dead end, and I plan to think differently...... "An old voice floated from far and near, following the target.

Dumbfounded in the dirt and aimed at the powerful heart. "A little closer, a little closer! Take two more steps and my tongue will pierce the floating earth and pierce the chest! I, ahhh Raise your eyebrows and become famous! "The big gecko has curled its tongue into a ball and compressed it to the extreme.

The mouth was about to be burst by the curled tongue, but the target would not stop. "Don't talk yet, do you feel like you're being stared at?"

"Huh?" Dumb in the dirt suddenly felt a chill to the bone.

"Impossible, impossible! Even flies and mosquitoes can't find me, you're just a mere mortal, impossible! Dumbfounded and shouted inwardly.

He wanted to hurt people, but there was always a voice in the dark: Don't act rashly. If the target can seriously injure the ancestor, he will not be simple. But the arrogance of the cultivator could not see his hesitation.

As he was swaying, he heard his target muttering to himself: "Am I nervous?" It shouldn't be, I'm so heartless, how can I be anxious? As he spoke, the target rounded the tongue attack range and staggered towards the building.

Soon, the target vanishes and the surroundings return to calm. Dumb couldn't hold back the dilemma anymore, and opened his mouth to sigh: "Hey! Simple tasks are not easy! ”

As he spoke, the lush bushes sank downward, and a simple-faced, wooden-faced man crawled up. After dozens of hours of observation, Dumb was sure that there were no dangling probes here, and it was also a rare blind spot in his field of vision.

In the next few days, Yang Xiaohai still lived his heartless otaku life. He didn't even leave the room if he didn't have to, let alone go downstairs. Every day, it's either playing games or sticking to black pupils.

For seven days, only the thunder was teased on the first floor, and the rest of the time was a dead house. This made the lurking dumb cry bitterly. Coincidentally, although the distance was not enough, Yang Xiaohai, who was teasing the thunder, still glanced in the direction of Dumb lurking.

Although it was only one glance, it almost jumped out of the big gecko. What the hell is this Yang Xiaohai? It's all holding his breath, how can he still feel it?

After two contacts, Dumb didn't make a move. As a result, the green plants on the body have changed several times. Dumb lay alone in the soil, and he touched twice and thought about it repeatedly. In the end, he came to the conclusion that although the other party was a mortal, he had the spiritual consciousness of a cultivator.

After a few more days, the black pupils were clamoring for a drink, and Dumb's chance finally came. Since breaking the vows, Black Hitomi's alcohol addiction and alcohol consumption have been released. Laughing for the Pomeranians, Yang Xiaohai is full of the base's rowing wine. Sometimes I complain to myself.

After a long time, the wine bugs also made trouble. But compared to the pitiful seductive appearance and slightly pungent temperament of the black pupils, what is the best drink? How could the old otaku have already looted the "central building". If you want a drink, you can only go out and find it. He is not the only one in the base who has a good cup in the cup. As a representative of male masculinity, most mercenaries are good drinkers.

Getting out of the elevator and standing in front of the building, Yang Xiaohai looked around. It's not a relief for the building that rises from the ground, it's really two outings, two heart palpitations, and the old otaku is inevitably suspicious. This time, though, no problem. Gone is that nasty, peeping feeling.

Yang Xiaohai tightened the zipper of his down jacket and walked towards Sun Zigang's barracks with his legs raised. "I think back then, I was also a person who didn't invade the cold and heat." Feeling that the years when he didn't know the heat and cold, and didn't know the pain, Yang Xiaohai only felt that the cold wind was like a knife, and it became more and more cold.

Suddenly, a dark red burst out of the corner of his eye, and then his heart ached, and the blood in his body suddenly froze.