Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Xie Shili bent down and put the drowsy young man in his arms carefully on the bed.

This is his former address.

He wanted to take the other party and leave directly, but in the tide of zombies, most of the vehicles in the base have already been evacuated, and the remaining off-road vehicles have run out of fuel and cannot drive far, and the one he drove The car was parked close to the battlefield, and it should have been crushed like other materials around it, and it was also impossible to drive away.

Therefore, this became Xie Shili's only choice.

It is close to the edge of the base, and the outside has been reinforced to a certain extent. Most of the civilians have already evacuated from the base, and the ability squad that had been left for combat has also been sent away by him.

Even if the event develops to the point of irreversibility, it will not cause too much loss.

——Even though he had long been determined to leave the dawn base, but he did not want to see it destroyed in front of his own eyes.

Xie Shili stared down at the young man's sleeping face, raised his hand, and gently pushed the black hair that was blocking his eyes behind his ears, revealing pale and bleeding cheeks.

He dropped the backpack on his shoulders to the ground.

The zipper of the backpack was half open, and the bulging pockets contained spars of mutant zombies.

Even when fighting in the tide of zombies, Xie Shili did not forget to collect spar habitually in case of emergency.

He let out a long breath.

...I hope these are enough.

The room is shrouded in silence, and the decoration here is the same as when he left. Outside the window half-shielded by curtains, strands of golden sunlight penetrated the thick and gloomy clouds, spilled into the room, and printed on the ground. Mottled light.

The young man lay quietly on the bed, his thin body slightly curled up, his chest did not rise and fall, like a marble statue that had lost his breath.

The sunlight fell on his face, making his face pale as paper, almost without the slightest breath of life.

Xie Shili went to the bathroom, soaked the towel, and then went back to the living room again.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and patiently wiped the blood stains on Ge Xiu's body with a wet towel.

Only his own breathing can be heard quietly in the room, and the only activity is the sunlight coming in from the window, swaying and flickering silently on the bed and the floor.

At that moment, Xie Shili even hoped that this moment would last forever.

After the zombies were injured, they didn't bleed much.

After all the blood was wiped clean, only the pale flesh that was turned outwards was left, which looked exceptionally hideous.

Xie Shili carefully wiped a hand of the young man, from the dirty palm, the knuckles stained with blood, to the nails where the blood mud remained, patiently and earnestly, wiping the other's fingers clean. There was no dust left.

He raised his eyes, leaned forward, and took the young man's other hand on his side.

Xie Shili's movements suddenly stopped.

His gaze fell on a shallow wound in the palm of the opponent. The wound was not deep. The skin around the wound was white and not stained with blood. It was almost inconspicuous, and it was hard to find without looking carefully.

But... this position.

Xie Shili was stunned, and the scene of the first meeting flashed in his mind-the light blue ice cone was condensed in the air and pointed straight at his temple. The next second, the sound of skin splitting sounded, nearly The zombie at hand dropped his eyes expressionlessly, holding the icy cone of ice in his palm, and the dark blood flowed down the pale palm.

Could it be that time...?

impossible.

Xie Shili replied categorically in his heart.

——Maybe it was just the injury suffered in this battle.

However, almost at the same time, Xie Shili recalled the brutal bite marks on the back of his neck when he was changing clothes for the other party in the mall.

He was stunned for a few seconds, and then as if made up his mind, he reached out to the clothes worn by the young man.

He was confused, and Xie Shili was a little hard to control his strength for a while.

"Prickly—"

The cloth that had been tattered in the battle shattered overwhelmingly, revealing the pale body of the young man with scars. Under the layers of fresh wounds, there were three lines on the opponent's flat and firm abdomen. Obviously different scars-there is no similarity in direction and shape, and they are obviously left when fighting with different zombies.

The skin and flesh of the three scars turned out, and there was no tendency to heal at all.

Xie Shili sat on the edge of the bed, still holding a piece of broken cloth in his palm.

He turned to look at the other's broken left foot.

The bones have been completely broken, only a little skin and meridians are barely connected, and they look particularly hideous and terrifying.

Zombies have no self-healing ability. Once injured, they will be permanent scars. Those zombies with broken stomachs and mutilated limbs have already proved this-facts have been placed in front of his eyes long ago, it's just that For a long time, Xie Shili just chose to ignore it.

Perhaps in the bottom of his heart, he had already regarded the other party as a human being, and thus completely left this point behind.

Xie Shili's gaze swept across the bruised body of the opponent.

His complexion was calm and unpredictable, and he could hardly see any emotional ups and downs, but his dark eyes were as dark as an abyss.

Finally, Xie Shili lowered his eyes.

He lowered his head, cautiously, and branded a soft kiss on the cold palm of the opponent.

It's like a seal, like an oath.

——No more, I promise.

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Ge Xiu felt as if he was falling.

The cold feeling entangled up along the limbs, pulling him into a deeper abyss.

His body seemed to be generally immersed in ice water, half of it being burned by the fire, two sensations intertwined in the depths of the body, organ bones and skin seemed to separate, and a strange feeling rose in the body.

This feeling is very familiar.

It seems that he has experienced it many times before.

Some unfamiliar, messy and broken images flashed before his eyes.

As if the scarlet lines imprinted deep in the bones slowly emerged in the moonlight.

The cold blade tore the flesh and skin and dug out the glands buried deep in the body.

A violent and huge electric current flows between the limbs.

These pictures are so unfamiliar, but they seem to be extraordinarily familiar. Ge Xiu doesn’t know where these scenes came from, but he can clearly perceive the feelings that are completely connected to him in these pictures—

pain.

Is this pain?

Ge Xiu felt extremely at a loss. He felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it no matter how hard he tried.

However, when he stopped reminiscing, there would always be some fragments of memory pouring into his mind, messy and unable to piece together, only bringing intense and heavy pain like a mountain whistling and a tsunami.

A maddening sense of hunger rises in the depths of the body.

However, the perception of pain unexpectedly overwhelmed hunger, making Ge Xiu extremely sober.

I want to wake up.

Ge Xiu knew instinctively—I needed to wake up.

If he doesn't wake up, he will be swallowed by the surging memory, and the terrible pain will be compressed and washed over his body in a few seconds.

He struggled in the dark quagmire.

At this moment, a warm and soft touch came from the palm of the hand. In countless false and empty hallucinations, that soft feeling seemed extraordinarily real, like the only spider silk involved in the real world.

Ge Xiu held the fragile thread with difficulty and pulled himself out of the dark and cold sleep.

Xie Shili felt that the fingers in his hand moved lightly.

The cold fingertips swept across his palm, bringing a subtle and itchy touch.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the young man lying on the bed.

The opponent frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

In the light, those gray eyes that lost their focus were as light as fog, and coated with light gold by the sun, like flowing honey.

Xie Shili's heartstrings tightened.

He waited.

The youth's eyes moved slightly, his eyes fixed on the man sitting on the edge of the bed.

"you……"

Xie Shili's voice was extraordinarily soft, as if he was afraid of being disturbed: "Do you remember who I am?"

The youth's eyes fluctuate slightly, as if thinking hard.

It's different from the last time I pounced directly.

-Can communicate.

Xie Shili lifted his spirits.

A vague conjecture flashed in my mind.

He spoke again, his voice calm, but with restraint and cautiousness, he asked tentatively:

"Then, do you remember who you are?"

The young man frowned slightly and stared at him carefully. It seems to be thinking of something, and it seems to be thinking of nothing.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his long-silent vocal cords vibrated, making a hoarse and broken voice:

"Ge... Xiu..."

Xie Shili's heart was shocked.

——Same as he guessed.

The other party may really be gradually recalling what happened before becoming a zombie.

With the rapid evolution of language ability, the memory of what was once a human seems to be slowly returning.

When Xie Shili was thinking, he felt the fingers in his hand move again.

The young man raised his fingertips and pointed at him.

He tilted his head and said with difficulty and slowly:

"Thanks... Shi... Li."

Xie Shili was speechless in that instant.

The huge and complex emotions rolled over like a flood of a bank bursting, and suddenly he was completely covered. He almost forgot how to breathe. In the silence, he could only hear his instantaneous heartbeat—

"Bang Bang" "Bang Bang".