Doomsday Superhero Summoning System

After purchasing the hero, Zhou Yan continued his daily training. To be strong, even if one is born with it, requires countless efforts.

It is said that genius is one percent talent and ninety-nine percent hard work.

Keep training as always and strive to make yourself stronger.

"Is he like this every day?" Dong Xiaofeng looked at Zhou Yan. She didn't expect this annoying person to have such resilience. She had seen Zhou Yan's kind of training in the past two days.

"It's been like this every day since I met him." Dong Qian replied.

Not to mention the summoned heroes, Zhou Yan himself is very powerful, but he is not complacent, but works harder than anyone else.

Compared with Zhou Yan's efforts, they felt blushing in their hearts.

They just carried a few things on their backs, and everyone was extremely tired. But Zhou Yan, who trained until he was dripping with sweat, never shouted to stop.

Although Zhou Yan is cold and unkind in many cases, his persistence, strength, and never giving up are deeply admired by many people.

Dong Xiaolong was the one who felt the deepest feeling. He still had things to protect and relatives to find. His eyes became firm and he started working hard.

"Brother..." Seeing Dong Xiaolong start to work hard, Dong Xiaofeng knew that it was all to protect her, and it had been like this since childhood.

Xu Wenying also thought in his heart, but he knew that he was no longer younger than these young people. In fact, he felt very sad in his heart. The damn apocalypse not only ruined his career, but maybe even his daughter and wife were dead. He didn't dare to go

Think about it, the more you think about it, the more annoyed you become.

Everyone has something they want to work hard for, and something they must do. No matter what it is, you must survive first, and then you can be qualified to do the next thing.

There are millions of zombies, no one can tell how many families there are, and how many sad things there are.

It started raining heavily in the middle of that night. The heavy rain fell in torrents, hitting the ground and washing away countless doomsday stains.

The screams of zombies have been ringing since it started to rain. I don’t know if it’s because the sound of rain attracts them, or because of something else.

"It hasn't rained for almost a month. It's raining really hard this time. I don't know if it will stop during the day tomorrow." Xu Wenying listened to the sound of raindrops and was stunned.

The sound of rain and the sound of zombies woke them up. They were not deeply asleep. The end of the world made them involuntarily become vigilant.

"I haven't seen rain for a long time..." Dong Qian walked outside the window and watched the rain falling from the sky, hitting the window with a thumping sound. The raindrops were very big, like hailstones.

But Dong Qian then said "Eh" and said: "The color of the rain seems a bit wrong."

"Let me take a look." Several people walked to the window and observed carefully, and they really discovered something different.

"Why is this rainwater white?" The water is transparent and crystal clear.

But the rain they saw was pure white, the white rain falling from the sky. They didn't know what unknown things it represented, and they were even very scared in their hearts.

Because when they heard the zombies' voices, they seemed to be very excited. Thinking of the relationship between rain and zombies, each of their hearts sank to the bottom.