The short boy rolled his eyes, rushed forward, grabbed the strong man's arm, and shouted:

"You still want to bully us at this time? You are the one who deserves to die!"

"You little bastard, get out of here!"

The strong man was furious.

He let go of Zhao Jiaqiu, raised a palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, and waved it towards the short boy.

The short boy screamed.

He only had time to squat down slightly when he was hit in the head with a slap.

He heard a "buzz" sound.

Then Venus appeared all over the world.

The short boy stumbled back, then sat down on the ground.

Yingqian lowered his head.

Staring at his face that was swollen like a birthday boy, he laughed happily.

"Damn it! Are you too timid? You still dare to fight me? Damn you!"

The strong man spat, but he had no intention of letting the short boy go. He strode forward and raised his hand high, just as another slap was about to fall.

But suddenly.

His arm circled half a circle, bypassing the short boy, and turned to grab Yingqian.

at the same time.

The short boy raised his head, a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He arched his waist and rushed towards Yingqian with all his strength.

Since there is not enough room in the car, wouldn't it be great if they snatched the car over?

What a simple question.

The strong man's eyes were full of pride.

If Ying Qian kept hiding in the car, there would really be nothing he could do.

But she got off the bus by herself.

If you leave the car voluntarily, wouldn't you be asking for death?

The strong man is already determined to win.

Thinking that Ying Qian looks good, he can keep it and play with it for a while, then throw it away when he gets tired of playing with it. As for the other person in the car, he can just throw it away to feed the zombies.

His direct and greedy gaze swept over Yingqian's body.

The strong man grinned and smiled even more happily.

There was less than one meter between him and Ying Qian.

She was too late and hid back in the car.

The strong man's hand was getting closer and closer to Ying Qian's thin and white neck.

But I don't know why.

But she didn't panic at all.

He even showed a rather strange expression.

It seems...

Sad?

The strong man was stunned.

Yingqian is not afraid, so what is he grieving about?

Is it for herself?

Before the strong man could figure it out, the answer had already popped out to him.

A bloody edge flashed before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards.

The strong man discovered that there was an extra red line on his wrist.

Like the kind worn on the wrist during festivals to ward off disasters.

But he has never had the habit of wearing such things.

Then this red line...

Under the watchful eye of the strong man.

A gap slowly opened from the red line.

A large amount of blood spurted out.

The sight of the strong man was blurred by the blood mist that filled the sky.

And his hand has been separated from his wrist.

He was kicked to the zombies by Ying Qian.

When she saw the strong man's hand being kicked into the belly of a zombie, she still clenched her fists and said excitedly:

"Homerun! Applause!"

Applause broke out.

Lu Qi clapped his hands expressionlessly, not forgetting to take a moment and kick the short boy away.

He walked to Yingqian's side.

His cold eyes swept over these former companions, but there was no emotion at all.

The strong man's wrist was still spurting blood.

Like a broken showerhead.

He fell to the ground, his face completely drained of color after seeing Lu Qi.

"Lu... Lu Qi, it's Lu Qi!"

A sharp wail came from the short boy's mouth.

I don't know where the strength comes from.

He rolled up and climbed up, sullen and ready to run away.

But around them, besides the zombies, were Ying Qian and Lu Qi.

The short boy hadn't run far yet.

He was forced back by the zombies.

It's not just him.

Zhao Jiaqiu and the female white-collar worker were also shocked.

They are not as stupid as the short boy. They can't even tell the difference between living people and zombies.

At this moment, Lu Qi, who was standing next to Ying Qian, was clearly a living person.

He didn't turn into a zombie?

But this is a life and death situation.

I don’t have time to figure out the reasons.

Zhao Jiaqiu came back to his senses, his heart skipped a beat, he stepped on the strong man and ran to Lu Qi's side, with a beautiful face on his face, he begged:

"Brother Lu, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have abandoned you before... But you have saved me so many times, please save me this time! I really don't want to die!"

She cried so hard that the pear blossoms were wet with rain.

The female white-collar worker also caught up and begged.

However, no matter how fiercely or pitifully they cry.

Lu Qi's expression did not change at all.

Looking at the eyes of these two women was like looking at two corpses.

Facing Zhao Jiaqiu's tearful gaze, Lu Qi turned around, looked at Ying Qian carefully, and asked softly:

"Are you hurt?"

"without."

Yingqian was squatting on the ground, struggling to hold on to the strong man's hiking bag.

The strong man only lost one hand.

There is still strength.
To be continued...