Surviving the Apocalypse: Clover's Intense Struggle

chapter2

Three days later, in the northern continent's territory, a modified off-road vehicle was driving on the ice field.

The black-skinned man in the front seat opened the window and stretched his head to look around, "I'm going! There are so many headless zombies in this area!"

The red-haired woman driving next to him was too loud and slapped him on the head, "Shut up! Have you never seen a headless zombie before?"

The black-skinned man got angry, "I mean, who's so awesome! To actually use a knife to kill zombies and kill so many!"

"You see, this is obviously a wave of corpses came and then was cut by someone with a knife, the snow just stopped, these are not covered by snow, which means they are all still fresh ......"

At this moment, sitting alone in the back seat of the white man who opened a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes, seemed to express curiosity, he looked sideways at the window, with the tone of laziness: "with a knife ah ......"

The black skin of Di Dahu saw the boss's response, immediately energized: "But not really, these days everyone uses guns, who still use knives ah!"

Ji Ming dust is still smiling, he is dignified and noble, cold white skin, cheek contours like carving flawless, features are stunning, once the smile on the whole person as the spring breeze on the face, but all who see it, all for the indistinct God.

The voice is also like his divine face, like the mountain spring like jade: "I remember, there is a person who is used to using the knife."

Mei Yasha, who was driving the car, also laughed, "The boss is talking about Wen Yao from the 13th District of the Northern Continent, right?"

Next to her, Di Dahu interjected, "Her knife skills are indeed unique, and with her leading the team, she has robbed our Eastern Continent of an unknown amount of resources over the past few years ......"

"Pah--"

Before the words were out of his mouth, Mei Yasha slapped him again.

Di Dahu became even more annoyed and rubbed his head, "What did I do?"

Mei Yasha lazily ignored him like an emo and continued driving, but when she turned around, she saw a black figure coming into view not far ahead.

The person was carrying a long silver blade, his clothes were torn, and his entire body was shaking, as if he could fall down with just a gust of wind.

Di Dahu also saw it, ''The black uniform has a white logo.

Is it someone from the North Continent District Base? Hey, boss, is he still alive or should I shoot him?"

Words just finished, he once again received a heavy slap. Mei Yasha slowed down her traveling speed, her serious expression: "Black uniform, this knife ...... Silver Moon Knife, is Wen Yao? "

"......"

Ji Mingduan suddenly raised his eyes, his smile instantly froze on his face, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, his breath was dangerous and sullen: "Parking.

Wen Yao was dragging her usual Silver Moon Blade, walking wearily and blankly.

Her face was pale, her lips were frozen black and purple, her originally good black uniform was torn to shreds, and there was hardly any intact flesh on her body.

In the past three days, she had killed hundreds of zombies, her body had long since been exhausted, and now she looked ahead and saw zombie wolves hissing and running towards her, but she could only watch and had no strength left to fight back.

Shen Yichuan did not come. Three days had passed. She was looking forward to it, he still did not come ......

Wen Yao suddenly felt particularly funny, but also began to do not understand, so many years. She in the end liked Shen Yichuan. What is it?

Do you like his coldness and thinness? Or do you like his selfishness?

And this firm determined 89 votes.

These are teammates she has given her life to protect countless times... ......

Faith collapsed in an instant before death, the long knife in her hand slamming into the ice, followed by a softening of her knees and her entire body falling to her knees on the ice field.

Her beautiful watery eyes were open, her frosty eyelashes fluttering, and before she lost consciousness, her pupils reflected the green-eyed zombie wolf running towards her.

Wen Yao closed her eyes in desperation, so much so that she did not see a cloud of flames suddenly rush towards her, instantly burning the zombie wolf to the ground.

Ji Mingduan quickly gathered the flame in his palm and walked towards her with great strides.

As Mei Yasha and Di Dahu looked at the blood-covered person, Di Dahu asked, "It's really Wen Yao, isn't it? Why is she here alone?"

Ji Ming Dust crouched down in front of her, scooping up the curled up body, brushing the messy hair away from the young girl's face, lightly patting her cheeks and calling out, "Wen Yao?"

Mei Yasha examined Wen Yao's wound, "She's been bitten by an unknown number of fangs on her body, and her blood has all congealed into ice ......"

Said also touched her wrist pulse and pressed her heart, and then her expression was disappointed: "All injured like this should not be able to live."

"She has not yet awakened the supernormal ability,. Her physical qualities are not very different from ordinary people, who can, insist so far, already rely on very tenacious willpower."

Di Dahu looked at Wen Yao's left arm green with blackened flesh: "She that ...... also seems to be infected with an R-type mutant necrotic poison, which breaks off is not just an R-type mutant? Quite dangerous, right ......"

Ji Mingduan didn't pay attention to anyone, he directly grabbed the person by the waist and ordered, "Go.

Mei Yasha and Di Dahu glanced at each other, the two of them had been following the boss for many years, they knew that the boss loved to laugh the most, he laughed when he was happy, he laughed when he was angry, and even when he killed someone in danger, he always had a smile on his face, as if there was nothing that wasn't funny.

But today, at this very moment, the man's thin lips are pursed, his cool and handsome face is dark and cold, as if he is about to go mad.

Not daring to delay any longer, not caring what today's task was, he got into the car and stepped on the gas, accelerating the car back.

In the spacious back seat, Ji Ming just still holding Wen Yao in his arms, his original flawless white dress is full of blood on his body, red, black, green, dirty.

He loved to wear white clothes, a white shirt, a white dress. In this life the hate most is others that dirty their clothes.

But now he was being rubbed with blood, but he had no reaction.

It is difficult to say what this is like, like pain, but not all like, in short, there is a kind of suffocating feeling of being strangled by someone ......

How will she die?

A while ago did not also vow to kill him?

Ji Mingduan couldn't quite figure it out, he gently stroked her hair, his bony fingers picking the frost and snow off her hair, "Wen Yao ......"

"If you dare to die, the thirteen districts of the Northern Continent that you are guarding, I could kill every single one of them."

He said with red eyes, but the corners of his lips turned up, his tone leisurely: "Oh yes, there is also that Shen Yichuan ......"

"Don't you like him? Then do you want to see him ...... tortured to death?"

Ji Ming Dust brushed Wen Yao s fine soft hair for a while, cupped her delicate and beautiful jaw for a while, and then placed his hand on her white and delicate slender neck.

Finally, he dropped his hand and tilted his head back to look at the roof of the car, His dark, bottomless eyes were somber to the extreme. It was as if there was some kind of light that was destroying the world.