A loud noise followed, Yan Yi looked back, and the iron tower seemed to be broken in the middle of the fog. He frowned and looked around, and in the distant fog, the silhouettes of many gray-white experimental subjects appeared, wanton destruction in the city.

"Why did you do this?" Yan Yi raised his gun and pointed at the undead's head.

The immortal undead circled in the air, and smiled leisurely: "Isn't it fair? Before I die, people ask me for a way to live, and after I die, I give them back to death. This is out of my control, because I Wherever I go, the souls of the dead will make way for me, this is their homage to the god of death."

Seeing Yanyi's complexion changed, the undead figure witnessed a joyous comedy and laughed wildly: "The longer I stay here, the more undead will gather, if this city falls, you have to take responsibility. "

Yan Yi knew in his heart that he must not delay any longer. His eyes wandered on the undead, looking for loopholes. The incident was sudden. They came out in a hurry and the equipment was not complete. There was no communication device between him and Lu Shangjin, so he could only use Tongren small movements to suggest him.

A change in his eyes could be clearly captured even with Lu Shangjin's extreme vision. Lu Shangjin watched him calmly through the eyepiece, moved the muzzle slightly along Yanyi's line of sight, the crosshair was raised above the undead's left shoulder, his index finger was light Pull the trigger.

A sniper bullet ripped through the air and pierced the air, calculating the position and movement of the undead. At the moment when the undead was dodging sideways, it passed through the strap of his schoolbag hanging on his shoulder. The strap broke and the schoolbag was thrown out by the undead.

Yan Yi flashed forward in the dense ghost hands like seaweed, and grabbed the schoolbag before the undead reached out. The undead grabbed the schoolbag with the only remaining hand and grabbed the other strap. The zipper snapped with a hiss, and the inside The May 3rd college entrance examination exercise book, scratch paper, marker pens and a tube of synephrine injection gun were all scattered in a mess.

The undead grabbed the marker, and the injection gun fell into Yan Yi's hands.

The undead was angry and shouted at him: "Give it back to me!"

Yan Yi weighed the injection gun in his hand: "Put the suppressor on yourself and come get it from me."

He stepped back slowly, backed to the edge of the rooftop, and jumped gently. When he fell, a black shadow of a bird passed under him and took Yan Yi from the air.

Lu Shangjin flapped his strong wings and flew him toward the dark clouds at dusk that blocked the sun. Yan Yi sat on his shoulders, lowered his legs, and glanced back at the undead.

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From time to time, several roars and screams could be heard from Dr. Han's villa.

Lan Bo rode on Bai Chunian's waist, his hands tightly bound, his eyes lit up with blue light, his teeth became sharp and the alpha was twisting and frantic.

"randi, don't move, wake up."

Bai Chunian's hands were tied behind his back and tightly pressed by him, the bones made a rattling sound, and the Dead Sea Heart Rock chains tied to the foot of the bed shook violently.

The starlight in the gaps in the curtains reflected on Bai Chunian's face soaked with cold sweat, making his face even more painful and pale, and his hair was sticking to his forehead wetly.

After a while of restlessness passed, Bai Chunian lay on the bed weakly, hunched up and curled up on his knees, buried his head between the supporting arms, gasped with his mouth slightly open, and the chains around his neck and hands were stretched out of his skin. There were bloodstains, and the blood trickled down his arm, rubbing the newly changed sheets.

Rimbaud also collapsed beside him, using his fingertips to brush away the strands of hair stuck to his forehead, supporting his cheek and releasing a pheromone to comfort him.

Bai Chunian lay down on his side with difficulty, and took Lan Bo into his arms and patted: "My good wife's arm was cut by me, I'm sorry."

"I'm fine, does it still hurt?" Rimbaud left a dozen bloody nail scratches on his arm.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." Bai Chunian kissed his lips, "I'll take a shower and come back to sleep."

Rimbaud unchained him and watched him sit up slowly, leaning against the wall and staggering towards the shower in the bedroom.

It won't work like this. Rimbaud clenched the sheets, purifying the place stained by sweat as before.

He pondered silently, expending too much energy today, and fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long he slept, when Lan Bo was awakened by a rustling noise by the bed. He opened one eye and glanced down, and saw Bai Chunian was sitting on the floor with his back to him, holding a Focus on something.

Rimbaud didn't say anything, but continued to look at him with his eyes half-open.

Bai Chunian's hands were trembling quietly due to his weakness and severe pain. The movement of splicing parts was slow and a little sluggish, which was very different from his agility and agility before.

He made a square animal cage out of Dead Sea heart rock, then stood up with the bed, collected a T-shirt that Rimbaud had worn by the bed, got into the beast cage with the T-shirt, and used Dead Sea heart rock from the inside After sealing the cage door, he lay tiredly on the floor with Rimbaud's clothes in his arms, curled up in the cramped and cramped cage, and fell asleep silently sucking the remaining pheromones in his clothes.

Rimbaud kept staring at him.

After a long time, Rimbaud propped up the bed and sat up. Xiaobai, who was sleeping in the cage, suddenly pricked up his white velvet ears, raised his head and looked drowsily and confusedly.

Rimbaud supported the narrow cage, sat beside the bed and looked down at him: "What are you doing."

Bai Chunian was stunned, sat up, leaned back against the cage wall, and forced a smile: "I'm afraid that I will fall ill again in the middle of the night and disturb your sleep." He whispered: "... "

Lan Bo raised his hand to put away the Dead Sea Heart Rock, and the flowing pitch-black spar instantly scattered and flowed to one side. The cage wall that Bai Chunian was leaning against melted and disappeared, unable to support his body and fell backwards, and was supported by Lan Bo.

Rimbaud crossed one leg, grabbed Xiaobai's hair and forced him to look up and approach him, leaned over his cheek and said softly: "You can bite me, I'm not afraid of pain. When I'm angry, I will only beat you, not Will not want you."

Bai Chunian took a breath, turned on his knees and turned around, the tip of his nose flushed red, he threw himself into Rimbaud's arms, couldn't help but raised his head and kissed his chest and lower abdomen, kept calling his name dully, pressing Smell, lick and kiss on him.