Ning An stepped forward with a knife, the flames tore through the darkness, and the last hair came first, surging into a wave of fire, and pounced on the masked man.

The masked man, that is, Ye Yuan, had a bitter face at this time, stabilized his posture, straightened his right arm, and tried to stop the more ferocious flame wave.

"Hurricane!"

The wind came from all directions, and finally crashed into the waves of fire.

The two sides collided violently, and the sound roared, regardless of the overflowing hot wind or scattered sparks, but the forest suffered.

Wang Qiren, who had not been in a coma for a short time, was pushed by the wind and rolled a few times, hit the stump, his face was distorted, and he woke up in pain.

"Let's go!"

Ye Yuan's face was pale, and he couldn't help but pick up Wang Qiren and run behind him.

Gangfeng was powerless and was slowly pressed down by the flames.

Through the firelight, Ning An saw the backs of two fleeing streams.

Where is the peacemaker so good?

Ning An snorted coldly, threw himself into the flames, and pursued it.

Streaming down.

Ning An's ears were so sensitive, and he suddenly noticed that someone was coming again.

As far as the eye could see, only flames rose, illuminating the shadows of the forest, burning on the living wood, making a piercing popping sound.

Where is it?

Ning An slowed down slightly, step by step, and looked around.

Syllable!

Ning An's sense of crisis was blazing, the flames ignited from his body out of thin air, and the starlight passed through the connected branches and leaves, making the divine fire a little more condensed.

Burst!

As soon as the bullet touched Ning An, it was burned red by the flames, and it only sank into flesh slightly, and then turned into molten iron, wrapped in purple flames and flowed out.

There are guns!

Luckily it's just a pistol!

Using the divine fire had already consumed too much energy, Ning An looked at the two figures that were gradually moving away, suppressed the killing intent, and slowly retreated.

The sound of branches and leaves rubbing between the trees sounded, and a black shadow flickered again and again, rushing towards the place where the two men went.

Probably the gunman hiding in the shadows.

Ning An's eyes were gloomy, gently rubbing the wound, and his thoughts turned quickly.

Who sent these killers?

Looking back on the time I came here to heaven and earth, I didn't provoke a few people.

First, on the way to the safety zone, he punched the lewd man, saw blood, and it was normal to hold a grudge against himself.

The second is Brother Long and Brother Tiger in the park, especially that Huang Mao, who was stabbed in the buttocks, and it is normal to hold a grudge against himself. But then I went to ask for a "mental damage fee" again, and I shouldn't have the spare money to hire a killer.

The third is that the black-robed man was led into the dark alley by himself and suffered a loss.

It can't be the black-robed man, right?

is obviously very strong, so why invite a killer who is not as good as himself to kill himself?

Thinking of Wang Qiren who had just escaped, Ning An became even more depressed.

If the feud is not eradicated, I am afraid that it will leave a disaster in the future.

It's just that who would have expected that the little minion who could be killed with a knife was the wind swordsman who responded, and the gunman secretly covered up, not like a killer, but like whose young master came out to practice, but ran into a hard stubble, and the protectors came out to wipe their young master's buttocks.

Ning An even suspected that if he eliminated the gunman by himself, he would jump out of a few more blocks.

Thinking of this, Ning An was even more depressed.

Let's go back to the vigil.

Ning An thought so, tore off the corners of his blackened clothes, wiped off the bloodstains, hung the broadsword behind his back again, and walked straight to the original road.

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The campfire was a little weaker than it had been.

Ning An walked over lightly, unloaded the giant blade, picked two fairly dry wooden branches, and filled them into the fire.

Sirika was still lying on the bed made of bamboo leaves, as if she was asleep, and there was a faint snoring sound.

But this snoring is too deliberate, Ning An is not a fool, how can he deceive him?

Not far from the bonfire, water bottles and food bags were tied together, and a small quilt was displayed next to it, but the little thirteen who was supposed to sleep was nowhere to be seen.

"Celika senpai, where did Thirteen go?"

The snoring was more rapid.

Ning An was about to say a few more words, when a thin sound came from the front.

Xiao Thirteen probably saw Ning An coming back, put the boxing book in his arms, and ran towards the bonfire with round legs.

"Brother Ning!"

Xiao Thirteen ran to Ning An in one breath, his eyes were exceptionally bright, and before his anger had calmed down, he hurriedly spoke: "Brother Ning, who is more powerful than you and the boss?" ”

And Lu Feibi?

Ning An rubbed Xiao Thirteen's messy hair, thinking to himself what kind of strange problem this was.

But it's hard to say.

Since the little beggar and Mr. Na traveled far away, the two have not seen each other a few times, and only occasionally have written contact, but it is really impossible to judge which is stronger or weaker.

But when he was beaten, the little beggar fainted, and he could still cover his head and scold others.

"It's hard to say, I'll have to ask your boss."

Those memories were so unglorious that they were a little unspeakable, and Ning An had to go back half-truths and half-truths to remind him that it was time to sleep.

Xiao Thirteen ran to the broadsword, turned his head, and looked at Ning An inquiringly.

Ning An waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter.

Xiao Thirteen took a deep breath, grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, and stood up slowly, the blade of the knife was attached to the scabbard, and he swung it a few times with great effort, almost falling, and then he carefully put down the broadsword and went to lie down in the quilt again.

Ning An shook his head, unable to figure out what was in the child's little head, so he simply stopped thinking about it, just looked at the bonfire blankly, and added two pieces of firewood from time to time.

"Go to sleep, Anzi."

Celica patted Ning An on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It's so hot, if you stay up late, you won't be able to get on fire." ”

Ning An's face turned dark, and he couldn't adapt to the 'Xiao Anzi' who had been called all afternoon, but he was his own father-in-law, and his strength was much stronger than his own.

To tell the truth, just now the fire consumed a lot of energy, already a little tired, at this time someone vigil for himself, Ning An had no choice, immediately nodded, said thank you, drank the whole bottle of mineral water in one sip, and walked towards the bamboo leaf bed.

Won't a bed made of bamboo leaves tie your back?

Ning An was a little slanderous, but he didn't stop moving, and sat down.

Bang!

The bamboo leaf bed suddenly fell apart, and Ning An fell into the lush bamboo leaves.

It's pretty warm, too.

In the wanton laughter of Silica, Ning An pursed her lips and slowly closed her eyes.

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On the other side, it's not so comfortable.

Wang Qiren was frighteningly pale due to excessive blood loss, and he was already half-awake and half-dizzy, and he could close his eyes and faint at any time.

Ye Yuan carried Wang Qiren on his back and escaped for a long time, until he vaguely saw the dense abandoned high-rise buildings and heard the roar of zombies, so he relaxed a little.

The zombies smelled the smell of blood and approached this side in unison.

"Quick! Stop the bleeding for him! ”

Ye Yuan put Wang Qiren off his back, greeted An Le, who was dressed in black, and tore off the strips of cloth from his clothes, tying Wang Qiren's right leg, which was still oozing blood.

An Le's eyes were alert, and when he heard Ye Yuan's shout, he put away his pistol and walked quickly to Wang Qiren, his finger on his forehead, flashing green.

The weeds on the side of the road quickly withered, and Wang Qiren's face returned to a little ruddy.

After stabilizing Wang Qiren's injury, An Le's spirit was a little sluggish. She retracted her fingers and pulled the improvised medical kit out of her backpack before cleaning up the sawdust and branches that had been punctured in his right leg.

But don't forget, not far away, the zombies are leaning here.

Ye Yuan held a sword, and by the moonlight, he could barely distinguish the outline of the zombie.

Without waiting for the zombies to surround him, he strode up to meet him, and while the zombies were not gathered, he raised his sword and beheaded the three or five zombies.

The blood sprinkled red the night sky, Ye Yuan deliberately divided the zombies, and after a while, the streets were covered with blood. He fought and retreated, but there were fewer and fewer zombies chasing him.

Until the place where the three of them were resting, they were already surrounded by zombie corpses, and the smell of blood made An Le cough.

Ye Yuan stuck the long sword on the ground, and the wind poured out of the sword, dispersing the blood, and a few people felt better.

Probably the smell of zombie corpses covered the smell of several people, and the zombies in the tall building gradually dispersed.

Ye Yuan collapsed on the ground at this time, gasping for breath.

In order to save Wang Qiren tonight, he almost put his life into it.

, what's going on with that kid, holding a broadsword, running over like a bulldozer, a knife down, the ancient tree that the three of them hugged together can't bear it, and the art of resisting fire with one hand is even above his own wind, why is it so unreasonable?

If it weren't for An Le's pistol, I'm afraid a few people would have already confessed here.

"Anle, where did the gun come from?"

There was a pile of broken corpses around him, and he was nervous, and he was suddenly called by his name, An Le was startled and exclaimed, "Mao gave it to me!" ”

"Huh?"

Ye Yuan was stunned for a moment, and touched his chin contemplatively.

"The mao digit in 'year' is called ...... Call...... Forehead? I forgot. ”

"Forgot?"

Hearing the 'year', Ye Yuan showed a sudden look, but jumped out of such an unreliable answer as "forgot", and couldn't help but be suspicious, and looked at Anle.

An Le was a little embarrassed, scratching his head, thinking left and right, and finally, nodded, with a determined face.

"yes, I forgot!"

This guy, looking well-behaved, didn't expect to open his eyes and talk nonsense, he is still a trickster.

Ye Yuan looked incredulous, but he didn't bother to ask.

An Le was a little aggrieved, wringing his hands and frowning, trying to think about what the person who gave his pistol looked like.

But the more I thought about it, the more vague it became, I only remembered that he was wearing a robe, wearing a hat, and his voice was neutral, he said that he was the Mao character in the 'year', took out a pistol, fired a shot into the sky, and stuffed it into himself.

"Minister Ye, what is 'year'?"

This question almost choked Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan was dumbfounded, staring at Anle in a daze, half tentative and half hesitating, and said: "You don't even know what 'Nian' is, you dare to ask for what they give?" ”

An Le immediately explained: "He forcibly stuffed it to me, and when I wanted to return it to him, I couldn't find him." ”

Ye Yuan was silent at this time, looking at the girl with a clear brain circuit.

After a while, he opened his mouth.

"Like 'Huangquan', 'Nian' is a violent organization, but it is also a semi-official organization, with a name on the government's side, an organization, and directly under the orders of the central government."

"And there are only twelve people in the 'year', in order of heavenly stems, as for the 'Mao' you said, it should be the owner of the Mao character."

"Oh, thank you, Minister Ye."

An Le thoughtfully, nodded, and thought that Minister Ye was actually quite good, but sometimes he didn't know how to speak.