Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang covered his mouth and nose with his hands, squatted on the tree, squinting his eyes, desperately dancing the mouse king blade to cut everything burning around him to the bottom of the tree, but this is far from enough, the flame around him is very clean, three down five divided by two, the flame at the bottom of the foot is sticking to the whole tree burning, the flame head is all up when burning, the temperature of the flame is also the highest, Zhang Xiaoqiang is almost a duck on the oven.

The clothes on his body had appeared open fire and burned on the skin. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not go to the pipe. His eyes were squeezed through the smoke on the tree. Unfortunately, the tree was full of dense and numb mutant shrimp, and there was not even a single open space.

The flesh on his body was squeaked by the flame, Zhang Xiaoqiang could not dare to stay any longer, leaned over to the burning bark that turned into a charcoal block, grabbed the hot metal gun body, swayed the horn gun twice and pulled it out vigorously, the moment it pulled out, Zhang Xiaoqiang could no longer bear it, jumped high and fell toward the tree, and the place where he fell was horribly a mutant shrimp.

Zhang Xiaoqiang had no choice but to jump under the tree. He had already found the nearest safety zone of the road shrimp herd. The only thing to do was to rush out of the shrimp herd. The burning flame on his body quickly climbed all over his body. Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped into the air like a fireman and fell to the ground.

With a strong impulse, Zhang Xiaoqiang tilted his body and extended his legs forward. At the moment of landing, he stepped on the crust of a prawn. The whole mutant shrimp sticks to the ground like a skateboard and slides forward. As he slides, Zhang Xiaoqiang presses and holds the excitement in his heart, trying to control his center of gravity, and firmly presses and slides the change.

The mutant shrimp affixed to the ground plowed out a deep trench on the ground, crashing N more of his kind, eventually embedded on the ground for all eternity, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not stop with the mutant shrimp, through the impulse, he rushed forward like a leopard.

The burning Zhang Xiaoqiang is jumping forward, like a kangaroo, every time he jumped in the mutant shrimp herd, under the big shrimp chelator, he rushed out quickly, Zhang Xiaoqiang created a miracle in the eyes of the three women, only to see Zhang Xiaoqiang perform his maximum speed, in the shrimp herd, lightning puncture, a few breaths, he actually rushed out 100 meters, far from breaking the world record, this is still in the uneven pavement and more mutant shrimp.

After Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed out of the mutant shrimp herd, he did not stop. He buried his head and jumped forward like a kangaroo with a burning beast horn gun. His brain was blank and his heart had only two words, jumping and running.

Zhang Xiaoqiang greeted Yang Kel and they ran away. In their scorching gaze, they rushed past their sides and continued to run. Because of the desire in their hearts, Zhang Xiaoqiang developed the maximum potential he had. There was only one left to run, and there would be no others. If no one stopped him, he would run down one by one until it was stained with ash by the flame.

Yuan Yi rushed out. Before she rushed out, she threw a shield towards Zhang Xiaoqiang's leg. The spinning steel shield fell on Zhang Xiaoqiang's leg. Zhang Xiaoqiang lost his balance, opened his hands and pounced in big words to the ground. In a moment, Yuan Yi flashed to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side. The steel knife danced cleverly on Zhang Xiaoqiang's body. Countless spark meteors scattered around him, and when Zhang Xiaoqiang heavily fell on the ground, all the burning flames on his body were cut off by the steel knife.

“Honey... are you okay... honey... how are you hurt..."

Yang Kerr rushed to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, threw away the knife shield, pounded on Zhang Xiaoqiang's body, grabbed Zhang Xiaoqiang's shoulder and swayed. Zhang Xiaoqiang's body did not have a good piece of meat in the distance of the fire. The skin flesh was covered with scorched black, and many places were still smoking.

“Oops... it hurts..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped on the ground, carelessly touching the scalp rubbed off by Yang Keer's small hand, grinning his painful teeth. In the gaze of the third woman, Zhang Xiaoqiang seemed to jump on the ground only by the burned monkey. From time to time, he touched the burn on his body, and he dared not push hard, and he couldn't help himself.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's image is very bad, Yuan is completely dry, all the burning clothes on his body have been removed, Zhang Xiaoqiang only has a pair of underwear with a few large holes, the broken spot can see the smoked black ass, there are also a few fire bubbles on it.

Zhang Xiaoqiang still had some willpower. After a few jumps, he stopped jumping. He stuck the horn gun on the ground. He took off the steel helmet attached to his head and hung it on the handle of the gun. He slipped off his shoes and stood barefoot to feel better. It was not his fault, only because the shoes and helmet were burning in flames to fry the eggs.

Filled with a kettle of fresh water, he dripped down from Zhang Xiaoqiang's head, followed the countless burns on his arms behind him, flowed across his legs and ankles to the ground, then Zhang Xiaoqiang took over Yuan Yi's uniform and started wearing it, and did not care whether the bare wound would rub on his clothes causing inflammation. Then, he picked up the gun on his body and put it on properly, and finally fastened his helmet to his head, twisting his head and said to several women:

“Let's go... we'll meet them..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang ran to the front with the horn gun barefoot. He followed the third woman to his back. No one spoke. The more they sink in their hearts, the more Zhang Xiaoqiang pretended not to care in front of them, the more they could feel the pain Zhang Xiaoqiang suffered. Even far from the fire, they could feel the tingling and suffocation on their faces.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, however, walked back and forth at the mouth of the erupting volcano. Apart from his chest and crotch, there was no good skin on his body. It was this man who endured the fierce pain. He pretended to be nothing in front of them, just to not want them to worry too much, but did not know, hurt him, pain in their hearts.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is very upset now. The biggest pain on his body is not the spicy pain, but the itching all over his body and down. The itching has completely overwhelmed the burning pain all over his body. If you can choose, Zhang Xiaoqiang would like the itching on his body to be converted into the initial spicy tingling pain. It's too painful, it's not as pleasant as pure pain.

This feeling Zhang Xiaoqiang had tried many times before. He thought he was immune. He could heal himself in the itch if he was injured. Each time the impact on him was getting lower and lower. There was no discomfort anywhere but some itching pain near the wound. This time, unlike this time, his whole body was itching, whether on the front chest or back, on the head or the soles of his feet, even including his crotch.

And crotch most tortured him, very itchy, grey often itchy, and embarrassed to go dirty crotch in front of several women, can only bury his head in front, grinning his teeth endurance.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked faster and faster. As Qi and blood ran, the itching seemed to intensify. The faster he walked, the more itchy he was. By the end of the day, Zhang Xiaoqiang actually had nowhere to go without itching. Even the toe stitches started to itch. There was no way, Zhang Xiaoqiang self-comforted, luckily the chrysanthemum didn't itch.

The idea just flashed through his head, and he felt something was wrong. He seemed to have been thinking about it before, okay, where it didn't itch, and then it started itching, and then he thought about where it didn't itch, and now it doesn't itch.

A group of people came forward. It was Yellow Springs that started it. Looking at Yellow Springs and the militia behind him, Zhang Xiaoqiang forgot the itch on his body and immediately asked:

“What's going on over there? Didn't you get a chance to get it back? ”

Huang Quan sighed and shook his head. Several members of the search squadron around him also lowered their heads. In silence, Zhang Xiaoqiang found something wrong. Several members' faces and upper body uniforms were all covered with blood spots, and the dense blood spots seemed to have splashed at close jets.

“Are there casualties? How many?”