Lord of End of World

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The four men discussed for more than three hours, and finally decided that Gong and Song Haoran were responsible for monopolizing the military forces of the province A, and collecting as much weapons and military supplies as possible to prepare for the rapid occupation of a safe military base after the outbreak of the last days. Gong Xiangyi and Lin Wenbo are responsible for collecting food and daily necessities, and doing logistical work for Gong’s army.

In the last days, with the ability to protect themselves, the army can sweep the zombies and live in peace. In the last life, it was because Gong’s father took the military power of the province A in the first time after the eruption of the last days that the Gong family survived safely and laid a solid foundation for Song Haoran and Lin Wenbo to become the hegemons of the party.

Once again, Gong Xiangyi not only has to follow the old path, but also helps Gong father to build the strongest army in the C country and establish a free city state belonging to the Gong family.

Several people pointed at the military map and finally selected a new training camp on the border of the province as the temporary station of the post-era military.

The training camp is separated from the capital of the province by a river. From the capital, it is necessary to pass the cross-river bridge in front of the training camp. As long as the training camp is reinforced and erected on the outer wall of the bridge, machine guns and turrets can be placed. A threat from a large group of zombies in the capital of the province. If the bridge cannot be kept at that time, the bridge pier can be easily evacuated at a critical moment.

A highway connecting the four provinces' borders was built next to the training camp. The traffic is very convenient, and the surrounding area is uninhabited. It avoids the situation of zombies, and is the best strategic military base for easy to defend.

On the other hand, it was confirmed that the plan was not missed. Gong’s father fell on the back of the chair, and the corners of his mouth and the raised brows were telling his worries. He didn't want everything that her daughter predicted to become a reality. However, intuition told him that what her daughter said was true.

After the end of the world, where will humanity go? Since they landed on the throne of the earth's dominance, humans never imagined that one day they would fall from the top of the high food chain and become a group of carrion food. The blood flowed into the river, and the corpse was everywhere. The father only slightly thought about the scalp.

The other three were also lost in the confusion, the atmosphere in the room was very depressed. After a long while, Gong’s father sighed and left Gong Xiangyi’s room to lock himself into the study. Song Haoran also had no intention to stay, and he did not leave after Gong Xiangyi.

Passing through the room of Gong Lijun and seeing the light from the crack in the door, Song Haoran suddenly stopped, and the ghost pushed the door open and wanted to look at him.

Gong Lizhen is now curling up on the bed, holding his knees, and staring at the laptop. The notebook was placed on the bed, the screen was facing away from the door, and Song Haoran couldn't see the picture above, but he could hear the screams and the beasts of the beasts coming from the speakers.

He frowned slightly, went to the bed and stared at Gong Lijun, moved the computer screen toward his direction, and whispered, "Li Wei, what are you looking at? Is it so bad?"

"Resident Evil." The little master pointed to the name of the movie marked on the video. At this time, a group of zombies on the screen is opening a **** mouth, tearing a man into pieces and swallowing it into the abdomen. The picture is **** and terrible.

Just heard a lot of news about the end of the world, Song Haoran is somewhat sensitive to this scene. Rao is his courage to grow up, knowing that the horrible plot in the movie will become a reality, and there is some anxiety in his heart. The screaming helplessness of the human beings and the low snoring of the zombies continued to irritate his eardrums, causing him to pain in his forehead, and his thick eyebrows wrinkled.

Xiao Lin is a devil of extinction. He loves to kill and kill the dead. The little and the young have long been accustomed to this **** scene. They are not blind to the eye, and the eyebrows are not wrinkled.

Feeling that Song Haoran suddenly tightened his body, looked up and saw his slightly pale handsome face, the little master licked his lips, extended his hands and held Song Haoran into his arms, patted his broad back and comforted. "Don't be afraid, these are all fake." The first time I watched TV with my father, I happened to run into a horror movie. He was shocked by the ghosts on the screen. Gong was so comforting him at the time, he remembered very clear.

The young boy is a little man, but he is comforted by his tall and strong self. In his arms, Song Haoran feels the warmth in his arms, his heart is hot, but he is a little bit smirking.

"If these scenes become true, would you be scared?" He reached over the soft, smooth forehead of the boy and whispered, thinking about whether he should tell the truth to the other person.

Knowing this too early, let the teenager bear heavy fear and burden, is it good or bad for him? Song Haoran was hesitant.

"Not afraid." The young master ignored the struggle of Song Haoran's eyes and faintly said. "But a group of rotten dead meats will kill only one, and there will always be a day of killing. There is nothing to be afraid of. It will also restore its original appearance."

The young man looked up at Song Haoran, and his clear eyes were full of calmness and indifference. The delicate eyebrows faded softly and brought sharp sharpness, revealing his powerful inner heart. Looking at his calm, radiant face, listening to his words filled with firm prophecy, Song Haoran's inner anxiety and uneasiness went away a little, and eventually turned into a pleasant low smile.

Yes, human beings can continue to multiply, but zombies can only decay and stink, isn’t it just one less? Just like cutting carrion from a festering wound, the carrion is removed and the wound will heal someday. Although I don't know if I can wait until that day in my lifetime, with this belief, Song Haoran is full of people.

He smiled low and slammed the young man's thin waist, and smashed him into his broad chest, squatting on the soft hair of the boy, and his expression was serene. Juvenile Yushun snuggled in his arms, one hand gently patted his back, pink lips with a light smile, making people look very comfortable.

In the room, a tall and petite two quietly embrace each other, comfort each other, the picture can not tell the good.

I don’t know how long Lin Wenbo stood outside the door and took his eyes back from the hidden door. Lazily leaned against the wall and pulled out a cigarette to ignite. As the smoke slowly drifted from the nose and mouth, his tight mouth was slightly hooked and he smiled silently.

At this moment, he was somewhat envious of the friend who embraced Gong Lijun in the room. The child seemed to have some kind of magical power, and only looking at his calm and calm expression made him feel a sense of happiness in the world. It felt awkward, not so strong and profound, but let him slowly put down the burden of the heart.

It is so good to comfort someone at this time! Lin Wenbo secretly sighed and spit out a cigarette. He recalled that Gong Xiangyi was rushing to organize the space materials to drive him out of the door. The corner of the mouth that had just risen again became a straight line.

In the room, Gong Lizhen leaned on Song Haoran's wide and warm chest, yawning lazily, and two teardrops in his eyes, wet his curled eyelashes. When Song Haoran saw it, he had to let go of his soft body even if he didn't give up.

"It's not too late, let's go to sleep." He said while turning the video off, waiting to stand up, like what he thought, and turned his head to sleepy teenagers cautiously, "From tomorrow, you smoke four times a day." I am going to the army for training in hours. Fighting, shooting, climbing, cross-country running, you have to practice these things. I will help you with the school. See your little arm and calf, what to do if you are in danger!"

Song Haoran said that he pinched the small arm of Gong Lijun, and the touch of the hand was tender and slippery. The beautiful and incredible, the other party’s naked and naked body in front of him, the ghosts made the difference from his mind. The squid smashed a hot stream, and Song Haoran’s expression was stiff and he immediately left the juvenile bed.

Gong Lizhen closed his eyes and looked down. He did not see his gaffe, and his small arms stretched out and rolled up the soft, fluffy quilt.

Song Haoran stood by the bed, staring at the young boy's bleak sleep. When the heat of the body subsided, and the strange sigh of the heart subsided, he closed the door and left. As for the end of the world, he has made up his mind not to tell the boy. There are not many good days, let him enjoy this happy time.

Song Haoran walked out of the door and saw Lin Wenbo, who was leaning against the wall with a cigarette. His footsteps paused and his expression was unnatural. But he quickly adjusted it and whispered, "Have you heard it? From tomorrow, you have to go to the army to participate in training, and you can live longer in the end."

Although Gong Xiangyi predicts that they will become versatile, but can not be assured too early, improve physical fitness, learning self-defense skills is always good.

Lin Wenbo smashed the cigarette **** and nodded.

The little master had no dreams overnight, and woke up the next day. He recalled that he had stolen the end of the world, and his eyes immediately crystallized, and he did not see the fascination.

Gong Xiangyi said that he actually has a lot of places to understand, such as power, space, evolution and the like. Fortunately, his adaptability is strong, people are smart and superb, and they can skillfully use the five-stroke typing method for more than a month to find answers on Baidu.

To figure out the situation, Gong Lizhen’s impression of the last days can be summed up in only two words—hunger, killing.

He heard Gong Xiangyi predict that he would not have an ability, but he would not become a zombie. This is good, there is no power, he still has martial arts, if he can cultivate the reverse pulse to the third, even if the evolution of the zombies can not help him, and his previous life was confined in the purgatory palace, why have you feared killing?

As for hunger, he used to have no good food when he was in the underground palace. In order to save more time to cultivate, Xiao Lin always refining a lot of glutinous rice for him. If he is hungry, he will eat one, and he will not need it for the next two months. Eat. Although the taste of Bugu Dan is bitter, it is very practical in the end of the food shortage. It is also necessary to buy a few bottles of medicine.

When you think of it, the younger and the poor will open the notebook and record the medicines needed to refine the Gudan. The name of the medicinal material in this world is the same as the name of the medicinal material in his original world. It can be found by searching online. And it is not a valuable drug, but it is easy to find.

Write down the prescription of Pi Gudan, the primary and the younger examine it roughly, and think that the zombie can cut the human skin and transmit the virus, which is similar to the corpses made by Xiao Lin. In this way, the poisonous Dan is also refining, and after taking it, it can be poisoned. Although he can use internal force to force the toxins out, it is better to always be wary than always.

Rubbing the lips, and quickly remembering the Danfang of Baidudan, the little and the younger are somewhat embarrassed this time, only because they need some precious poisons to refine the poisonous Dan, even if there is an all-encompassing magical network, I want to find them all together. It is not a one-night event.

Well, tell others to do it. One person counts short and two people count. The young and the poor secretly nodded, and the peace of mind would turn the group of the children who had been rushing to him.