The fat man watched in disbelief as his flames disappeared with a pop, and he cried hysterically:

"Impossible! When pigs fly! What kind of hex did you use, is this gun right!? Give me! Give ...... quickly."

Song Yueli raised her eyebrows and coldly interrupted his rumors:

"Noise."

She was about to let him sleep forever, when a middle-aged man behind the fat man knocked him unconscious, then knelt on the ground and began to cry and beg for mercy.

"The heroine spares her life, the heroine spares her life, we are all some sluts, how dare you dirty your weapons."

The middle-aged man is the housekeeper of the farmhouse, he nodded in front of the rich and powerful for half his life, and he also practiced the ability to observe words and colors, see the wind and steer.

also let the farmhouse housekeeper guess correctly, killing them is very simple, but Song Yueli is really dirty!

"You go, bring Lu Fengjing out."

Song Yueli pointed to the chef's bodyguard and said.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief, and the butler kicked the indifferent bodyguard and scolded:

"Can't you hear the heroine talking? Don't hurry up yet! After the housekeeper finished yelling at the bodyguard, he immediately turned his head and groveled to Song Yueli and said, "Do you have any other instructions from the heroine?" ”

In the wilderness, who will know how many people will be killed. Even if someone sees it, it's none of their business, so what?

The middle-aged man thought of this, and sweat broke out slightly on his forehead. Staying in Qingshan is not afraid of no firewood, as long as he saves his son's life, the rest is slowly thinking about the long term.

Song Yueli didn't want to say a word, leaned on the body and hugged her hands and waited for Lu Fengjing to come out.

After a while, the bodyguard walked out with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, the boy was thin and thin, and the tattered clothes on his body could not hide the gray skin, Song Yueli subconsciously looked at the top of the boy's head.

"Lu Fengjing, a chef, is weak, timid, and afraid."

Seeing Lu Fengjing's procrastinating appearance with his head down, the security guard smiled at Song Yueli, and then grabbed the boy and dragged him in front of her.

"Woman, he is Lu Fengjing."

The boy did not dare to raise his head, hunched over and shrunk himself as much as possible, and his already short stature became weaker and weaker.

Song Yueli squinted, her face under the mask flickered away, and she glared at the security guard viciously.

When the security guard saw that he couldn't flatter, he knew that he had stabbed the hornet's nest, and he didn't dare to speak.

opened the car door, pushed Lu Fengjing on the passenger seat, attached himself to him and pulled the seat belt, then turned back to the driver's seat, reversed, turned around, and left resolutely.

The wicked have their own harvest, not to mention that it is Lu Fengjing's enemy, not her Song Yueli's, there is no need for her to waste time for an irrelevant person.

A month after the end of the world, Lu Fengjing was oppressed for a month, and his friends and teachers were either turned into zombies or slaughtered by the housekeeper's party.

Due to his weakness and the only ability to cook, he was not lucky to survive.

But he is just living in the world, and he has gradually become accustomed to facing oppression and scolding on weekdays.

The car continued to drive northward, which would be the hottest time of the day, and the sun shone on Lu Fengjing's face through the glass from time to time.

His gaze was a little distracted, and he looked at the woman in the driver's seat who had taken off his mask, and whispered softly:

"The angel has finally come to pick me up."

Song Yueli didn't think it was funny, her tone was long, and she was very suspicious of selling off:

"Oh, then I'm so sure I'm an angel, not a demon."

Lu Fengjing shook his head firmly, pursed his lips to add some blood to his pale lips, and said:

"I know, you have no malice, you are my angel."

This month's observations and experiences all told him a truth, people are not trustworthy, especially people in such an environment as the last days.

Who is not selfish, and how many are truly the Father and Mother?

If it's good to be evil, I'm afraid of those who pretend to be simple and kind on the surface, or very weak, and end up stabbing you in the back.

But even so, Lu Fengjing could clearly feel that the person next to him really didn't have any evil thoughts or use of him, what else could such a person be if he wasn't an angel?

The young man's voice is thin and soft, like a spring breeze, and the ears of those who listen to it are numb.

If he is really an innocent child, this last day will come, and it will be a hell on earth, where will the angels come from?

Song Yueli let out a long sigh, rubbed two handfuls on the young man's head, and made up nonsense again:

"I can tell fortunes, you are the noble person of my life, so I will pick you up."

A few days later, Song Yueli would not have thought that the young man had really become her nobleman.

Lu Fengjing still refused to believe it, and quietly reached out to touch Song Yueli's face, a warm and slippery feeling.

The young man was stunned suddenly, his whole body froze, and his hand shook violently involuntarily.

It's really human.

After a while, the young man weakly said sorry, and shame and embarrassment appeared on his face.

There were no words all the way, and after half an hour, Song Yueli finally arrived at the last destination of the day.

Parking the car in a relatively safe position, Song Yueli instructed the boy in the co-pilot:

"Don't leave the car, it's dangerous around, I locked the door. You are quiet inside, don't be afraid, I'll go back as soon as I go. ”

The boy nodded obediently.

After getting out of the car, Song Yueli carried the evil spirit all the way to the side of the reservoir.

Roar!!!

A roar came, and two hundred meters ago, a car was overturned on the side of the road.

Looking in that direction, even someone as calm as Song Yueli couldn't help but be surprised.

A huge monster with the appearance of a zombie was standing there, saying that it was a zombie because the upper body of that monster was in the shape of a zombie.

And by saying that it is a monster, it is because the monster has more than just two human arms. The lower half of his body actually has four legs.

The four legs were animal-like and had black hair. The monster is probably less than three meters tall overall, but its speed far exceeds that of ordinary zombies.

The monster walked forward on four legs, grabbed a scrapped car in front of him with one hand, and threw it in the direction of Song Yueli. It is easy to throw a car of more than a ton away, and this power is far more than ordinary people.

Level 1 Zombies!

Low-level zombies are still in the stomach of humans, and the slightly advanced zombie intelligence has also begun to develop, although it still can't reach the thinking of normal adults, but they already know how to use the crystals of the supernatural to upgrade.

That's why it was so eager to kill Song Yueli, and it smelled the sweet breath on the supernatural person......

Level 1 zombies are much faster than normal zombies, and about the same speed as a human trot.

Just after Song Yueli cleaned up all the ordinary zombies in his field of vision in advance, the level 1 zombie rushed to a distance of less than ten meters away from Song Yueli.

"It's a good time—"

Song Yueli drank violently, her body quickly turned into lightning and rushed towards the level 1 zombie.