Zhao Qinghan quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up your sadness."

Cheng Mengyun waved his hands indifferently: "This is not a sad thing, I'm quite happy to tell you."

Zhao Qinghan carefully observed Xiacheng Mengyun's expression as always, and said tentatively, "Actually, my father is no more."

Zhao Qinghan saw Cheng Mengyun's attitude, the other's father might have the same virtue as her scum father.

Raising her eyebrows, Cheng Mengyun stood on tiptoe and patted her shoulder: "Mr. Zhao, I already guessed it."

"Why do I feel that the way we greet each other in the morning is a bit hellish?" Zhao Qinghan said with a smile, "Don't call Mr. Zhao, just call Sister Zhao as usual."

"You're dressed like a CEO today, and you're so smart. When I see you, I want to call Mr. Zhao." After Cheng Mengyun said his true thoughts, he threw his backpack and was ready to cook.

Zhao Qinghan was ready to follow in Cheng Mengyun's footsteps. Before leaving, he made a stack of paper money in front of the two photos: "Give our aunt more money."

As soon as they got to the yard, Qiaoqiao ran towards the two people crying. The two small tugs she tied up swayed in the air, with snot and tears on her face:

"Daxian, Daxian is gone!"

Zhao Qinghan immediately crouched down and hugged Qiaoqiao to comfort him, and Cheng Mengyun took out a tissue from his pocket.

"What happened?" Yinhua rushed out of the kitchen with the spatula in hand.

Tell Yinhua that they will deal with it, and Cheng Mengyun asks him to go back and continue making breakfast.

"Why is Huang Daxian/weasel gone? Qiaoqiao, please speak slowly, don't cry, don't cry." Cheng Mengyun clumsily wiped her tears.

Zhao Qinghan stood up, carried Qiaoqiao and walked to the corner of the yard, where the coffins of Huang Daxian/weasel were stacked. At the moment, it was empty, only a slightly dirty raincoat was piled up indiscriminately.

"Ugh... Qiaoqiao wanted to feed Daxian something to eat this morning, but he didn't see it, and no matter how I called it, it didn't show up." Qiaoqiao said choked up.

Zhao Qinghan said softly: "Daxian is wild and likes to live in the wild, maybe it will come back after going wild for a few days."

Qiaoqiao gradually stopped crying, blinked her watery eyes, and asked expectantly, "Will Daxian really come back?"

Zhao Qinghan hesitated for a moment. It was really difficult for her to answer this question. She was thinking about whether to coax the child when she heard Cheng Mengyun clapping her hands next to her.

"Qiaoqiao, I think of a way, maybe Daxian will come back soon." Cheng Mengyun said what she did, she dragged the coffin where Huang Daxian/weasel lived to the steps outside the door.

She took out a small old cloth bag from the backpack she was carrying, and it was the same style as Yinhua's storage crystal core. She took out a handful of yellow first-order crystal nuclei from the small cloth bag. She thought for a moment, showing a painful expression, and tremblingly took out a second-order orange crystal nucleus and put it in the coffin.

"Daxian is so greedy, he should come back soon after smelling the fragrance." Cheng Mengyun put away the small cloth bag, she remembered Huang Daxian/weasel's style of eating crystal cores like life, this method should be no problem.

She also took out the second-order crystal core at the bottom of her press box.

Qiaoqiao stopped crying, and apologized to everyone in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Qiaoqiao is not bothering my brother and sister."

"What's the matter? It's not about trouble or trouble." Cheng Mengyun laughed at Qiaoqiao's words. She also felt that Qiaoqiao never cried or made trouble. She was so cute that it was distressing. It would be fine to cry today.

Qiaoqiao sniffed, she thought that these new brothers and sisters were so nice, they wouldn't beat or scold her, they wouldn't prick her body with needles and cut flesh every day, and she didn't have to sleep in a cold, smelly cage.

Every day you can eat delicious meals, sleep in a clean and comfortable bed, and Sister Zhao will also give her a beautiful braid.

Even if they don't seem to be the "aunts and uncles" that Sister Ye said came to pick up people, so what?

The three of Cheng Mengyun didn't know what Qiaoqiao was thinking at the moment. Seeing that Qiaoqiao's mood had stabilized, they were ready to have dinner.

Today's breakfast is still hot noodles and fried bacon. The noodles are cooked just right, one chopstick goes down, warm and appetizing.

Cheng Mengyun ate very happily, and she suddenly thought of something: "Wait, did I say a few days ago that I was here to cook?"

It seems that Huazi has been contracted to cook all the meals recently.

"Yes, if you want to cook, you can cook lunch." Yinhua smoothed her overly long hair back, and today she has a back hairstyle.

"Okay, I'll let you have a taste of Master Cheng's craftsmanship at noon today." Cheng Mengyun felt that the relationship with these people was getting closer, and he talked more unconsciously.

"I don't know how to cook, so I'll wash the dishes as usual." Zhao Qinghan said.

Simply finalize today's housework, and the 4 people are ready to start implementing the plan according to the schedule after eating and drinking enough.

Taking advantage of not using up their abilities, their feet were sore and their legs were weak, so they rushed to the graveyard and continued to clear the obstacles blocking the way. Put the thick hemp rope on the big rock, drag it to the ground, and then use a small cart to move the big rock to the other side where it does not block the road. Use a shovel to remove broken small rocks.

4 people were busy from 7:30 am to 9:30 am. Then found an open space and began to try to exercise abilities. This open space was next to the camp, facing the lush forest, backed by the small attic on the second floor, and had a wide view.

Cheng Mengyun glanced at Yinhua who had already stood far away and started playing the suona. Zhao Qinghan was also flying paper money at the trees in the forest. She looked at the butterfly/knife in her hand without moving for a long time.

Yesterday, he magnified the words to train his abilities well. On the spot, Cheng Mengyun picked up the butterfly/knife and put it down, repeating it several times.

She found out painfully:

Normally, she was only forced to die, but today she suddenly committed suicide, and she was a little bit reluctant to do so!

She committed suicide only once when she was brave the first time. Later, she really cherished her own life, and she dared not even think about committing suicide.

How about asking my teammates to help me...? Cheng Mengyun turned his attention to his teammates, Yinhua is definitely not good, and Qiaoqiao is still a child, let alone, then only...

"Sister Zhao, I have something to ask for your help." Cheng Mengyun moved to Zhao Qinghan's side and asked sincerely.

Zhao Qinghan stopped flying the paper money, and she took the butterfly/knife in a daze: "I've only knifed animals, not good people."

Sensing the scorching gaze of someone behind him, Zhao Qinghan handed the knife back to Cheng Mengyun, and she quickly found a reason for herself: "I don't want to be stained with the blood of my teammates, little sister, why don't you do it yourself?" ?”

"Or, do you think there is no other less painful way? I can't even look at such a sharp knife." Zhao Qinghan patted the opponent's shoulder painfully.

Cheng Mengyun shrank back to the place where she was originally staying, wanting to cry without tears, and she deliberately chose a place where Qiaoqiao could not see, for fear of causing a psychological shadow on the child.

Qiaoqiao was sitting on the steps not far away at this time, next to Huang Daxian/weasel's coffin, she was eagerly waiting for Daxian to come back.

How about trying to jump from a high place? Her gaze came from the low graveyard to the low earthen house. After inspecting the surrounding highlands that were visible to the naked eye, Cheng Mengyun found tragically that only the second-floor attic seemed to meet the requirements, but that height could not meet the requirements she wanted at all.

Yinhua seemed to be familiar with the music, Cheng Mengyun had already listened to no less than ten pieces of dirge in different styles, from the beating of a funeral to the mourning of a boudoir.

Forget it, let's see how my teammates train their abilities. Anyway, I have figured it out before. I can only die twice a day at most. It's only in the morning, and there is still time. Cheng Mengyun finished enlightening himself, put away the butterfly/knife, and strolled to Zhao Qinghan's side.

The opponent's high ponytail became loose due to repeated movements, and some hairs were scattered around the face with a strong mixed blood smell.

Cheng Mengyun found that the tree trunk not far in front of Zhao Qinghan had suffered disaster. A few ghost coins had already been inserted into the tree, but more paper money was scattered on the ground.

She looked at Zhao Qinghan who seemed to be engrossed, and wanted to fly the paper money in her hand to a branch of the tree. When Zhao Qinghan slowed down to rest, she asked: "Sister Zhao, are you training your flying coins?" Is it accurate?"

Zhao Qinghan picked up a bottle of water from the ground and took a sip: "Yes, when using my ability, if the targets are too far apart, the accuracy will plummet."

She paused, and added: "Before, the accuracy was higher within a range of 5 meters, but after eating those two second-order crystal nuclei, the range increased to 10 meters."

Ordinary people with supernatural powers seldom reveal the situation of their own supernatural powers, and stop after a brief introduction. Cheng Mengyun knew that what Zhao Qinghan said was a sign of trust.

Cheng Mengyun reckoned that Zhao Qinghan's improved range of accuracy should be due to advanced abilities: "Then, with your abilities, can you control every piece of paper money produced?"

"It's very difficult, the moment my coin was created, the connection with me was the strongest, those coin can move with my heart, but the longer the coin is generated, the less closely connected with me. For example, the pile of coins that I gave you has become useless paper money." Zhao Qinghan didn't hide it, and simply confessed.

Cheng Mengyun's pupils trembled, she knew that Zhao Qinghan had clearly explained his own abilities, and his words revealed the weaknesses of his abilities.

She had mixed feelings for a while. She and Huazi used to hide and tuck, and even revealed their real names after a long time. Zhao Qinghan is very open and honest in this regard, and Cheng Mengyun is ashamed.

"My ability is very simple," Cheng Mengyun also intends to confess, "I named it 'immortality', and it shows that it can be resurrected from the dead. No matter how serious the fatal injury is, no matter how serious I am Whether it's broken into slag, or corroded into a pool of water, I can be resurrected as it is."

"You...suffered." Zhao Qinghan couldn't imagine what the other party had experienced when she heard the following death methods and the plain tone.

The so-called resurrection from the dead does not seem to be as beautiful as imagined.

"It's okay, I'm used to it when I die. And after I die, I will be randomly resurrected in a safe place." Cheng Mengyun calmly informed the refresh method of the resurrection point.

This was discovered by the ability user teammates of the K city base. The place where Cheng Mengyun was resurrected after his death was too irregular. He was resurrected in the duty car for a while, and in a building dozens of meters away from the battle point. The ridiculous resurrection is at the gate of the K city base.

On that day, all the survivors who were queuing to enter the K City base and the men in black who maintained order saw the "spectacle" of the great change of living people.

After she opened her eyes that day, countless heads were asking her, "Are you awake?"

"This is good, to avoid being resurrected in a dangerous area and falling into crisis again." Zhao Qinghan pondered.

The two of them were preparing to continue to communicate again about the uniqueness of their own abilities, when they heard Qiaoqiao's surprised voice: "Daxian! You are back!"

Huang Daxian/weasel is this back without worry? Cheng Mengyun followed the source of the sound and found that Qiaoqiao was happily walking towards a chubby little figure.

"Wow, Daxian, did you come back with a gift on purpose?!" Qiaoqiao trotted all the way towards Huang Daxian/weasel.

Worrying about the danger, the other three stopped their movements and prepared to step forward.

I don't know which corner Huang Daxian/weasel came from. It was originally just a little black fur. At this moment, the whole body is like coal. In its mouth is a long strip, the color is like a poisonous mushroom. .

As soon as the three of Cheng Mengyun walked in, they realized that the long bar in Huang Daxian/weasel's mouth was a snake!

Putting the snake in its mouth, Huang Daxian/weasel lay down in front of Qiaoqiao, as if to show off that it came back with something good.

Suddenly, it seemed to smell something extremely tempting in the air, and Huang Daxian/weasel jumped into the coffin on the steps like a rabbit.

Qiaoqiao hurriedly followed Huang Daxian/weasel, got close to the coffin, and watched it roll in the nuclei.

Cheng Mengyun was a little curious to see the flower snake brought back by Huang Daxian/weasel. The snake was a whole circle bigger than the zombie snake he saw yesterday. At this time, the head of the snake was about to be bitten off. neighing.

"This snake venom feels very powerful..." She looked at the large open mouth of the flower snake, and the black fangs were still glowing.

She reached out and rubbed it.

With a bang, she fell to the ground.

Personnel were unconsciously poisoned in the past.