Yuan Feixing shouted in mid-air, but the vines entangled him did not stop.

The clothes were being pulled continuously, and he was walking up and down against the skin in search of a place that could open the spiritual spring. It was obvious that Song Yu was not interested in his proposal. Killing people and buying goods, in the eyes of a mature zombie, he naturally wants both.

I don't know if it was to warn Yuan Feixing not to make any noise, but the zombie body on another vine was thrown far away. The purple-black mixed with dark green flesh soon got together with the yellow sand, which was quite a bit.

Dip it in egg liquid and wrap it in bread crumbs, it looks like it’s about to be put into the frying pan...

Yuan Feixing couldn't help but sip his saliva. If the green vines hadn't suddenly thrown his pants to the ground, Yuan Feixing would have even begun to think that everything can be made into tempura.

This can't be blamed on him. The team he was in was attacked by a zombie wave when they left the base. Although he had the alien space of the earth's spiritual spring, he couldn't use it to hide. He relied on soil guns and running to stay alive all the way, which consumed a lot of physical energy.

There was no time to replenish supplies, so the Five Zang Temple was already empty and still made gurgling sounds from time to time.

Rough vines restrained Yuan Feixing's waist and abdomen. His two long white legs resisted the further search of the thin vines, and he pedaled his bicycle crazily in the air.

Even though it was the end of the world, the midday sun was still shining brightly, and when it shone on the two big white legs, they looked faintly white.

After the original person obtained the alien space, he didn't even know how to fetch water. When he was surrounded by zombies in a robbed small shop, he held the remaining empty paper cup and looked at the plum blossoms to quench his thirst. The thought suddenly triggered the power of the empty paper cup.

A whole cup of spiritual spring water appeared out of thin air.

It is precisely because of the cleansing and hair removal of the spiritual spring water that the vomiting and diarrhea eliminated a lot of black oily substances from the original body. Since then, the skin and flesh on the body have become more tender and smooth.

A young man with thin skin and tender flesh is really a different kind of person in the end of the world when resources are scarce. Therefore, before going out every day, I have to rub a handful of spiritual soil from the space on my face and neck. He looks as gray and choked as everyone else.

The spiritual soil covering the surface of the skin can also help him block ultraviolet rays, which really kills two birds with one stone.

Now because of running all the way, the sweat and soul soil on his face and hands have almost turned into mud. He really doesn't look good, but his lower body, which is not even a hair, looks particularly white.

Without the cover of overalls, the tender green vines became more unscrupulous, winding along the thin ankles like snakes spitting out red letters, and the cold touch spread all the way up the skin until it touched the rounded spot.

Yuan Feixing felt like he was being entangled and wrapped by more and more vines. The hem of his clothes was also lifted, and the soft flesh on his waist was covered in layers. He felt like he would be tied up into the Hulk in the next second.

Are you looking for something?!

The vines bound to the skin would still slide slowly, and Yuan Feixing was going crazy. He always felt that this horse riding was a filming location for a science fiction novel.

No matter what he said, the movement of the vines continued until the tender green vines carefully searched him from head to toe before placing the naked young man back on the ground.

In the struggle, Yuan Feixing had exhausted all his remaining strength. He lay on the ground breathing heavily, and all the pity he felt for Song Yu in his heart turned into Zu'an energy, which he used to unleash wildly on the ancestors of the Song family.

After resting for a moment, Yuan Feixing saw that the old brown vines were gaining momentum again. He immediately ignored the yellow sand on his body and quickly put on his clothes. Then he was driven by the vines and approached the mound where Song Yu was.

Yuan Fei

, I kept comforting myself and treated it as a physical examination.

Song Yu's body was buried in the loess and slowly regenerated. This was the repair function that comes with the earth power. Soon, with the movements under the mound, several cracks appeared on the surface of the mound, and the opponent slowly emerged from the loess.

Sit up.

The body repaired by the yellow sand was twisted and deformed. The gray-black skin appeared to be partly shrunken and partly edematous and leaking pus. The lower part of the chest had obviously not recovered yet. It lacked skin and flesh to cover it, and there were some unidentifiable organs hanging in the hollows.

.

As for the head...

If it weren't for the white eyeballs still there, it would be difficult for him to tell that it was a human face.

When the God Tower stole him, they knew that he had the power of wood and fire. They injected him with muscle relaxants and high-concentration central nervous system paralytics almost around the clock, making him unable to use his physical and supernatural powers.

, and because his physique is different from ordinary people, although he cannot move, he remains mentally alert for a long time.

It was in this state that Song Yu watched Jiang Zichen pour gasoline down his pocket, and while talking endlessly about the resentment he had for making mistakes over the years: "It's all because of your existence that I was fooled."

As an orphan for so many years, you have enjoyed so much love from your parents, so it’s time to do something for them to repay your kindness!"

After saying that, Jiang Zichen took out a match from his pocket and lit him on fire. The white hospital bed and Song Yu's clothes and hair were the first to burn. As the flames grew stronger, the surface of his skin began to carbonize, and the fat layer turned into liquid fuel at high temperatures.

, adding another piece of firewood to the raging flame.

Yuan Feixing saw his current appearance clearly, and could not imagine how tragic it would be to be completely burned but unable to even struggle or cry out...

Seeing Song Yu's half-repaired body with my own eyes was so shocking. Yuan Feixing was stunned for a long time without making a sound, and his mouth was open but he couldn't speak. Questions like, are you okay? Does it hurt? Such nonsense to him

I really couldn't say it out loud, so I gritted my teeth and roared in my heart: Jiang Zichen, you really deserve to die!

The matter of being teased by the vines seemed to have been forgotten by Yuan Feixing's iron nerves, and he slowly moved towards Song Yu.

The unrecognizable head slowly lifted up, and the narrow eyes looked over without a trace of emotion. The mouth and nose looked like newly grown rotten flesh, and the darkness was mixed with rough gravel. The open mouth looked like it had been worn by sandpaper.

A loud voice sounded: "Give it to me, Lingquan."

"Otherwise, I'll kill you." As he said hoarsely, the loess on Song Yu's side turned into the shape of a long knife, which looked so sharp that it could chop Yuan Feixing into pulp in an instant.

Song Yu's abilities and talents are top-notch. If it weren't for the Jiang family's parents... with his outstanding abilities, even if he is not recognized by his parents, he would still be a glorious and promising existence in the apocalypse! Instead of...

Yuan Fei

The other party's blood debt must be paid with blood.

The original person always needed a container to get water, but now let alone his luggage, even the small bag he carried was lost during the escape, and the alien space could only store fruits and vegetables.

Yuan Feixing quickly took a look at the surrounding environment, and finally could only fold his hands in front of him, and soon took a bottle of clear water and brought it to Song Yu's mouth. His voice was soft, as if he was taking care of an injured child: "You go first

Drink some, this will not only speed up healing, but also slow down the pain during repair."

Song Yu looked at him with cold, snake-like eyes, and then moved his head away.

Yuan Feixing realized something and took a big sip from the spiritual spring he held in his palm. Then he brought it to Song Yu's lips again and said softly: "Don't worry, this spring water is very clean. I have been drinking from this."

Song Yu stared at him for a long time, as if to confirm that there was nothing abnormal after Yuan Feixing finished drinking, and then said coldly: "The hands are dirty."

Yuan Feixing: "..."

The sentence "Look at yourself" has already rushed to my lips. After thinking about the huge disparity in strength between the two, I still endured it! I used the spiritual spring to clean my hands until they were white and clean, and then brought them to the other person's lips again.

Song Yu looked at it for a long time with eyes that could replace the instruments of the Quality Supervision Bureau, and then he lowered his head and drank the spiritual spring in his hand slowly. Yuan Feixing kept taking out the spiritual spring from the space and fed Song Yu to drink for a long time, until the other party

He raised his head to signal to stop, and then took his hand back.

In the last days, resources are scarce, and clean water sources are very precious, not to mention the spiritual springs in his space. It is not known whether the total amount will dry up. Yuan Feixing took the remaining spiritual springs in his palm without thinking.

Drink it all.

As soon as he raised his head, the blade made of yellow sand changed direction and quickly touched the side of his fair neck. Song Yu said in a cold voice with a slightly softened voice: "Hand over the thing that opens the spiritual spring."

Yuan Feixing Xindao: Dad has just fed you so many spiritual springs, and you are still so fierce! Reluctantly, he stretched out his left hand and handed it to his eyes: "Here, this is it."

He took off a black peach wood ring, but it was not the small piece of wood that opened the spiritual spring, but a circle of pale golden thorn totem covered by the wood. The original Feixing didn't know what happened, but the original body opened it

The treasures of space are neither metal nor jade.

And this thing is very strange. It is almost invisible in the dark, but when you find the right angle in the sun, it will emit a soft light golden light.

The original person was worried about being discovered, so he wore an inconspicuous mahogany ring. It was said to be a substitute for a wedding ring. The previous gold ring was used to exchange for supplies at the beginning of the apocalypse.

Yuan Feixing saw Song Yu staring at his fingers intently, and licked his lower lip nervously: "Well, this should only be opened by a living body, and it definitely can't be chopped off..."

Song Yu suddenly pulled out his right hand from the sand. The palm that had not yet grown flesh and blood was now a pair of white bones. The slender frame gently rested on Yuan Feixing's fingers, and the white finger bones slowly slid over the pale golden position.

A tear suddenly fell, surprising both of them.

Yuan Feixing felt the warm tears on the back of his hand in disbelief. Song Yu looked up at him with blank eyes, unable to understand why he was crying.

Although Song Yu's current shape was terrifying, Yuan Feixing didn't feel scared at all, but every time he looked at him, he hated Jiang Zichen more and more. He gently held the bones with his backhand and found some excuses for himself: "Thank you for saving me.

If you don't kill me, I will definitely die in the hands of that mid-level zombie."

"Don't worry, I will follow you. The spiritual spring is at your disposal, and I also have spiritual plants. These two things can slowly restore your injuries to their original state."

When Song Yu heard this, he retracted the bones instantly, and the sharp tip of the knife immediately lifted Yuan Feixing's jaw, and a cold voice sounded: "Just because I won't kill you now, doesn't mean I won't in the future."

The author has something to say: Song Yu took off his belt and took out the ultimate weapon: Use this in the future.
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