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Chapter 3:Hot girl, hot girl, hot hot hot

At night, Zhou Xue took the initiative to drill into the quilt of the White River, and the two people encountered a fire like dry wood, without any words, and naturally exchanged physically.

If the friendship between a man and a man is on the table, then the relationship between a man and a woman is between the bed.

White River and Zhou Xue after a night of mutual understanding, the next day the relationship is as harmonious as a husband and wife.The two took care of the children together, cooked food together, took care of the vegetables on the balcony together, bathed together, and finally slept together.

On this day, they are like before returning to the end times, everything is so beautiful.

But both knew that it was just a sweet illusion they had created.

Three people three mouths, even if the White River family stores a lot of food, but sitting on the mountain, in a few months they will face a desperate situation.

So the White River left home again after a good day.

In fact, the number of zombies in the town is limited, and there are basically no external zombies, so the White River has long been on the villa area not far away.

If you can clean up the zombies in the villa area, close the doors of the three walls, and cultivate the lawns in the villa area, enough to feed dozens of people.

He knows who is trustworthy in the town and who is dangerously brutal.He is ready to gather those who are trustworthy and survive together.

This is also the result of his consultation with Zhou Xue, he came out to find food is only secondary, clean up the zombie is the focus.

In the past, the White River had been lacking courage, and even feared seeing other survivors, let alone facing the zombies.But after yesterday's training, he already had the courage to see that the zombies did not even have a faster heartbeat.

Because of years of observation, he was too familiar with the zombies!

In addition to the disgusting appearance, the zombies were almost indistinguishable from the woodman in his eyes.

Although the dry and stiff muscles brought great strength to the zombies, the friction between the muscles and meat, the sound of the bones turning, made the White River know their movements.

He could easily avoid the zombie's thump, and then waved the axe from the back of the zombie's neck to cut off the zombie.

After killing dozens of zombies in a row, Baihe looked helplessly at the fire axe in his hand, dozens of bumps and bumps, and the fire axes were not sharp at the beginning, although the thump could still smash the zombie's head, but it consumed more physical strength.

White River closed its eyes, and the whole town appeared in his head.

Then he turned to a building, and after settling a few zombies, he went up to the fifth floor and broke straight in.

On one wall of the living room hangs a samurai sword.

The White River put down the fire axe to take down the samurai, the sword, pulled out and looked at the blade, and then waved to the solid wood furniture next to it.

The knife is stuck in solid wood furniture, the white river is slightly hard, and the knife is bent.

White River gave up the knife and went into the master's room to open the closet, which contained various knives.

The original owner of this house obviously loves to collect cold weapons, and he loves knives, and the wardrobe is full of knives, and the white river is dazzling.

He tried one by one, and then picked out the best nine knives.

Hmong. knife, unknown knife, Tang knife, too sword, samurai, knife, dog, leg knife, green dragon moon knife, eagle knife, nine ring machete.

All these knives can be cut iron and touch with other knives without any gaps.

However, these knives are not light, and the White River cannot be taken away all, so he also has some nerve-wracking, and he does not know which knives to choose.

Finally, considering that most of the opponents he was facing were zombies, the closer he was at risk, the better he would choose a long weapon.

And here long weapons only the knife and the green dragon moon knife, the seedling, knife and too knife is long enough, but the handle is too short, the white river used but has a sense of girded hands and feet.

Between the Stranger Knife and the Qinglong Moon Knife, the White River finally chose the Qinglong Yiyue Knife, after all, the name of the knife is too big, Wu Shengguan's weapons, holding in the hand have a domineering.

Then he chose the Tang knife and the dog, the leg knife, the back and the thigh, respectively, before turning away.

But three minutes later, he came back gray, depressed and replaced the blue dragon moon knife with a stranger knife.

Although the green dragon moaner knife is very domineering, holding in the hand super sense of security, but the weight of the green dragon moan knife is amazing, the white river waved a few times has been tired, really take to cut the zombie, is definitely looking for death.

He had just gone down to the first floor and was a little sour, so he hurried back to change a weapon.

Stranger knife, there is a legend is the predecessor of the Tang knife, the handle is not short, the knife body is extremely long, the vertical knife is higher than the white river, holding the weight in the hand is not light, but compared to the green dragon moon knife is much lighter.

In fact, no matter the seedlings, knives or too knives, the length is similar to the dencromander, but the handle is far less than the unknown knife, so the White River only chooses the knife, rather than the seedlings, the knife or the knife.

To solve the problem of weapons, White River immediately found a zombie test knife.

Compared with the handle is not a long fire axe, the long knife easily cut off the head of the zombie, as long as there is no large number of zombies, the White River has a strange knife in hand, enough to cross the town.

After killing dozens of zombies with a continuous knife, the White River sat down by the pool in front of a small community, and the knife was stained with dark blood and emitting a bloody smell.

He wiped his sweat with a clean cloth, picked up the marching pot and drank the water, and then removed a can of compressed meat from his pocket.He pulled out the dog, the leg knife pried open the lid, directly with the knife as a spoon, a big mouth to eat.

In those film and television works, whether it is small or the protagonist, you can fight for many hours in a row, constantly chopping the enemy with a knife, as if there is no physical exertion, and the muscles will not be sore and tired.

In reality, although the White River can insist on continuous cutting and killing zombies, it is at the expense of consuming a lot of physical strength, and more than a certain amount of chopping, his arm will be vague and sore, so timely rest and supplement food is very important to him.

After a 15-minute break, White River packed up its things and continued to clean up the zombies.

He did not aimlessly to cut and kill the zombies, but the purpose was extremely clear, and he was opening a safe road to the villa area.The zombies generally do not walk blindly, only chase the prey, the number of zombies in each street is fixed, as long as it is cleaned up can be maintained for a long time.

And in his plan and Zhou Xue, there is more than one such route, but many, after all, what kind of world becomes, what kind of danger exists outside the town, even he knows very little.

Therefore, the villa area must be attacked and withdrawn at any time.

If only he was alone, there is no need to be so troublesome, but he is not a person now, there may be more people around, then there must be a retreat and back hand, not after the tragedy after the regret.

People have no worries, and the White River has a deep understanding of this sentence.

Many people, after the disaster, only covet the immediate interests, a moment of refreshment, and finally die of Huangquan.Many people act without thinking about it, and finally drink and hate on the spot, and die without looking.

White River knows that he is not Superman, that there is no indestructible body, and that he has not surpassed the speed of ordinary people.He didn’t try to change this miserable world, he just wanted to do what he could.

Countless days and nights, every time he met his eyes, a dead face appeared in his mind, and his ears sounded the uncomfortable sobs of those who died.He knew that as long as he had humanity and his human consciousness, he would never be able to ignore these faces and sobs.

What he can do is to save those who can save according to his own heart, perhaps one day he will die under the zombie mouth, perhaps one day he will be killed by the people he saved, perhaps when he is old, he remembers his past, and finally can smile and face those dead faces.

Now the White River only asks for a clear conscience, and when it is recalled again, it will not be painful because of its cowardice and inaction.

In fact, in the face of zombies and killing zombies, the White River seems simple and easy, but in fact it is still very dangerous.It can never be bitten or scratched by a zombie, not even at least.

Although the White River can quickly kill the zombies, it does not dare to care.

Because the accident is always unexpected moment suddenly hit, once someone cut the zombie, the dead head suddenly exploded, although the power is far less than the bomb, but the bone fragments scratched the man's cheek, the result is self-evident, the man became a zombie.

At this time, the White River also encountered special zombies.

It was the existence of a plastic model that he once thought was the existence of a completely stationary female zombie.

No sound in the town could be hidden from him, so he could simulate a concrete model of the town, know the location of each person, and know what is in every house.

The zombie in front of him was standing on the front of the clothing store, next to two tattered plastic models.This zombie has no movement at all, just standing so quietly, from the White River to get the power, the hearing is enhanced to listen to this area, the zombie in front of the body has not moved.

There have been survivors who have passed by, it has not responded, there have been zombies passing through, it has also not responded.

Because White River has not seen the zombie with his own eyes, according to the sonar performance, he has always believed that the zombie is a plastic model, not a zombie.

"No wonder the survivor suddenly screamed when he passed by, and it turned out to be the guy."White River looked at the zombies on the display table from a distance, and secretly walked in their hearts.

The female zombie does not seem to be the next day's zombie, but the first zombie members, she wears a seemingly expensive black dress, the exposed skin can not see the wound, its eyes have been open, so stand still, like a real plastic model.

The White River was carefully close to the female zombie, and there was no response to this special zombie.

He had seen the zombies whose heads would explode, had seen the zombies that grew tails like poisonous scorpions, had seen zombies that could spe out strong acid, had seen zombies with particularly huge hands, but although these zombies were special, they still had the instinct of zombies, with an endless appetite, such as female zombies, they had not seen it, did not need to eat, did not react to the creatures, it was strange.

Little by little, the White River came face to face with the still zombie.

So close to observe this zombie, the White River found that this zombie is very beautiful, and it was definitely the last thing to lose the country.

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