Apocalypse Cockroach

Cold sweat slipped from Zhang Xiaoqiang's head until it dropped on his coat, he didn't dare to breathe out, his face held red, S2 was not far before him to listen to the movement, fortunately, the fire destroyed the smell of S2, it didn't know Zhang Xiaoqiang was only five meters away from it, Zhang Xiaoqiang's weak breathing and heart beating sound was taken further away by the mountain wind.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang and S2 stalled, kind of you can't see my cold stalemate. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the S2 in front of him and yelled at the merchants who erected billboards. A tofu slag was erected to save material.

When I first saw the billboard, I thought it was an iron leather sign that looked very plastic. Now it is confirmed that it is an iron leather billboard that is actually plastic. The hole above almost became Zhang Xiaoqiang's headline.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was lying on the ground feeling that every second was so long. He remembered to find the dagger on the old man, his hands slowly touched back on his waist, did you? Zhang Xiaoqiang, afraid of touching the wrong position, gently lay down on the ground and turned around, again to the other side of the back waist, or is there wood? Zhang Xiaoqiang was in a hurry, and is now the Karate Party of Zheng 'er's Eight Books.

When he breathed in a hurry, he began to catch S2's attention. He stopped and listened quietly. When he stopped, Zhang Xiaoqiang held his breath in his lungs and did not dare to throw up. S2 listened quietly. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt suffocated more and more and more strongly. At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang just felt that his heart beating sound was ringing in his ear. He looked at S2 and was ready to fight S2 well before he was suffocated. Even if he died, he would die like a man and be suffocated by himself? Is there a way to die more than that?

Fortunately, S2 listened for a while and started listening elsewhere. Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly exhaled the turbidity in his chest as slowly as possible, slowly sucking the fresh air into his lungs. He felt the feeling of choking slowly decrease after a dozen laps.

Look at S2 Xiaoqiang in front of you and remember where you put your dagger? After eating last night, Zhang Xiaoqiang wiped the dagger. Yang Xiaoqiang laughed at the dagger as it looked ugly. Zhang Xiaoqiang gently drew at the corner of the table to sarcastically ignore the goods. The wooden corner was like a tofu cut off on the floor. She saw Yang Xiaoqiang's longing for eyes. Zhang Xiaoqiang blindly put it back on her body.

Looks like Yankee woke herself up this morning? Seems like I've never seen her wake up on her own initiative in so long as I've known her. Remember when she woke up or when she took the initiative to get her clothes for herself, and so on? Taking the initiative to get clothes for yourself? She never had a heart. How could she have taken the initiative to get clothes for herself?

“@ # ¥% ¥# @ ¥%..." Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded Yang Kel in his heart, needless to say that the dagger was given a chance to find a collection, this girl's hands and feet so fast?

S2 listened to the motion for half a day and didn't find it. Zhang Xiaoqiang lying next to him was a little anxious. Zhang Xiaoqiang was also anxious to lie on the ground. If there was a horn gun in his hand now, wouldn't it be a dish to clean it up? But without his weapon, he had to lie on the ground and play dead dog.

S2 moves back and forth faster and slowly moves to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, "Opportunity!” Zhang Xiaoqiang moved, his right leg bounced on the bend of S2, S2 was kicked forward a few steps, Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled several times toward the opposite side of S2 and kicked again on its leg, S2 was finally kicked down on the ground.

As soon as Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled over, he rode onto the back of S2, and hit it on the head with several big fists. Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaoqiang's fists were not hammers, and he had not practiced iron sand palms. His attack was ineffective against S2. S2 began to struggle after Zhang Xiaoqiang was pressed to the ground. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that his S2 strength was really not small, and he almost threw himself off his back several times.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is riding a tiger now. He can only do what he wants. What else can he do besides hold it down and swing his fist?

As Zhang Xiaoqiang's fist rose and fell again and again, his strength began to drain heavily, and the S2 struggle under him was even more intense. At the end of the day, Zhang Xiaoqiang held his hands in his head a little better.

Zhang Xiaoqiang deathly pressed S2's head, his body struggled with S2's waist up and down, Zhang Xiaoqiang pressed S2's head and his heart was grieving, “Yang Ke 'er, don't let them show up, the scene is really too much what? ”

I don't know why Zhang Xiaoqiang found that all the corpses were strong enough, the more evolutionary the more so. The last time D2 made Zhang Xiaoqiang and it dragged on for half a day, now this half handicapped S2 Xiaoqiang also began to feel helpless.

S2's head suddenly rose to the left and right, wandering to struggle out the control of Zhang Xiaoqiang's palm, Zhang Xiaoqiang naturally did not do what it intended, both hands vigorously, the zombie's head severely smashed on the cement floor under his body.

As soon as Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes lit up, he grabbed the zombie's head and smashed it into the cement floor again. He saw that the zombie's head was caught and smashed by Zhang Xiaoqiang. He kept sending a "through" murmur on the cement road. The more intense the struggle of S2, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that this was his last struggle before he died. The more careful he was, the harder he was to clamp his legs between the waists of S2, even if his knees were clamped on the cement floor.

The cement ground beneath S2's head has turned black, all kinds of scorched black skin and muscles scattered on the ground. The struggle of S2 is getting smaller and smaller until the struggle stops. Zhang Xiaoqiang feels that S2 beneath him is quiet but not careless. He still smashes his head into the cement floor once and again.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang really didn't have the strength to smash it before it stopped, S2's head had turned into a rotten tomato. The brow heart in the middle of his head collapsed into a piece of the boss. Yellow brains and black blood slowly leaked out along the crack. Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on it for a while to relieve his breath. When he stood up, he was sore. Today's S2 encounter made him realize that he could not carelessly treat any evolutionary carcass, and accidentally his own life would be told here.

Zhang Xiaoqiang now doesn't even want to go back to find his army sword. He is very tired. He just wants to lie down in bed for a nap. He kicked S2 on the ground and the S2 thread didn't move. But S2 climbed out of the fire and ran over his image too deep. Zhang Xiaoqiang was afraid that it would die again. Pick up a roadside brick and slap it hard on the back of S2's brain.

“Hiss ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~” S2's back brain was shot open a big hole, it jumped off the ground all at once, not looking for a little strong trouble, like a fly that dropped its head all over the place, didn't fall down on the back wall of a restaurant's kitchen all at once, looking at S2 still twitching on the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang dropped the brick.

“You want to pretend in front of my brother? I can't shoot you!” Zhang Xiaoqiang walked backwards to the car park, S2 would play dead, and his vitality was smaller than that of Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not want to lazy anymore, he would surely not be willing until his head was cut off.

After picking up the weapon, Zhang Xiaoqiang chopped off the head of the corpse and returned to the house to see Yang Ke 'er Yuan Yi preparing to leave the house.

“Ah, you're back! I'm going to get you dinner!” Yang Kel was very happy to see Zhang Xiaoqiang coming back. At least she didn't have to go again. Yuan Yi saw Zhang Xiaoqiang find something wrong. Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was tired and dirty. There were scorched black stains all over his chest legs and some black meat stains on his face.

“Eat first, I'll get some sleep.” Zhang Xiaoqiang entered the door as he spoke. Yuan Yi saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's pace was a little twitchy, so he went forward to hold him and took him to the bedroom to sit in his chair now.

“I'll get you some water to wash!” Yuan Yina's bright and gentle voice came from his ear. Zhang Xiaoqiang only nodded when he felt his eyelids fight, and then a darkness descended.

When he opened his eyes again, he had lain down on the bed, his body was glossy and slippery, only one bed was wrapped around him, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the rooftop beam, remembered to burn down D2 and hundreds of zombies in the morning, remembered that he had been attacked in the vegetable yard, remembered that he and S2 were entangled and desperate for the last chance to live.