Devil's girlfriend of the last days

Half a year, fleeting.

For the past six months, Fang Mo was imprisoned in a house less than 20 square meters, unable to see the sun at all. What he faced every day was only the wall with a little blood and already turned into a skeleton, but still The foul-smelling body.

Every day, he has two hours of air time.

In these two hours, what he encountered was the torture and ravages from Ye Qingcheng, who kept squeezing...

He thought about resisting, but gradually, he unexpectedly discovered that he had actually accepted the absurd eschatological theory.

In the room, he just shot two flying pigeons with a bow and arrow, and then he skinned the two pigeons and an animal he usually liked.

At night, Ye Qingcheng will cook for him and wait for him to go out.

Take a bath, squeeze!

Ka!

The door opened.

The blazing light shone in from the outside, causing the room that had long lost power to instantly regain its light, but he was very uncomfortable and raised his hand to block it.

"It's almost there. The end of the world is coming tomorrow. During this period of time, although you have not prepared enough, it is too simple to survive."

Ye Qingcheng stood outside the door, waited for him to adapt to the light, then walked over, beat him down and dragged it halfway, she suddenly realized: "Yes, the end of the world will come tomorrow, I shouldn't make you anymore. Same as noodles."

"Forget it, it's easy!"

She shook her head and continued to drag Fang Mo towards the room.

The outside sunlight pierced through the glass, illuminating the clean and cozy living room very warmly. On the coffee table, there are several notebooks.

"The book on the table is what I left for you. You will understand when you read it, why I confirmed that, and..." Ye Qingcheng took a breath and threw him into the bathroom.

"You are too stinky, wash it first!"

While speaking, regardless of Fang Mo's helpless and desperate eyes, he just picked up the soap and...the legendary steel ball to wash his body.

"Pain can make you more aware. Remembering this is especially important for you."

Ye Qingcheng murmured as she brushed, her eyes were reluctant, but she was quickly replaced by brutality and madness, as if she had changed a soul in an instant.

After washing, she took out some clothes from the closet next to them, threw them on the sofa, and then began the daily compulsory homework...squeezing!

The voice of desperation came out, the voice that made people want to burst, from her tone, it made people feel endless hunger.

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Fang Mo just lay down on the sofa so softly, with apathetic eyes in his eyes. He knew how Ye Qingcheng subdued himself because he had learned it too.

But I don't know if it is a talent restriction, he will be knocked down every time, and then accept everything that is enviable in humiliation.

Everyone knows that once a day, that is a wonderful life, twice or three times, that is heaven.

Five times and six times, it is a fall into the world.

Seven times eight times... belong to hell!

Nine times ten times, purgatory is nothing but that!

On average, he has about nine times a day. If you count last weekend and Sunday, it's amazing, with an average of more than ten times a day.

madman!

Devil!

Wicked girl!

The great devil!

This is Fang Mo's greatest feeling.

But even if he wanted to resist, he couldn't. He couldn't even take charge of his own body...

Seeing Ye Qingcheng, who had put on makeup and stood up beautifully, Fang Mo moved his eyes. He never doubted that she would cheat.

Every time she dresses so beautifully, she must go out.

In this way, he can enjoy the beauty of the sun.

Life is really hard.

For nineteen years, he never felt that sunlight is sometimes so desirable.

"I'll leave first. You can recover in about five or six hours. What can be taught you during this period of time, I have taught you everything, plus the things I left for you in my notes, so that you can survive the early stage without any problems. , In the middle and late stages, think of a solution by yourself."

"Don't think that you are weak. In fact, you, if you are not in weakness, even those who have passed the initial stage, will not be able to beat you."

"Now, what you lack most is courage and experience, but by tomorrow, you should understand everything."

Ye Qingcheng drew his hair together, revealing a demon smile that looked charming to outsiders but looked like a Satan smile to Fang Mo: "I really can't bear you."

"Unfortunately, I don't want you to see my monster side. Wait for me. In this life, I will rise faster."

She whispered a few words, opened the door and walked out.

Fang Mo didn't hear her last sentence clearly, otherwise, she would know that she should go to a distant place, and even spend her hardest time.

He just breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the sun outside the window.

...

At night, everything is silent.

Fang Mo woke up from his sleep, he was accustomed to the darkness, and he was not shocked by the silent room with a little light in front of him.

He just felt curious, why didn't Ye Qingcheng sneak him back today?

"Boom boom..."

Because of his sleeping position, his bones were a bit uncomfortable, and as he got up, he also made a burst of noise like frying beans.

This sleep is most comfortable.

It can be said to be the most comfortable in the past six months.

He fumbled and walked to the switch, turned on the light, and glanced at the room, a little at a loss.

Leaning his head, he came to the kitchen lightly, took a look, and found that no one was there, and the imprisonment room he was in was even darker with no light at all.

"Allure?"

The threat for more than half a year made him write two words deeply in his mind...invincible!

So he didn't want to run the first time, and besides, in fact, no matter what, his life is still very good.

It can be said that half a day in purgatory, half a day in heaven, and half a day in the world.

At least, Ye Qingcheng didn't kill him, did he?

However, there was no response in the room, and the deep silence made the room only show a deep chill.

"Where did she go?" He shook his head, then subconsciously looked at the basic notes on the coffee table, walked quickly over, opened a book, and opened it.

There are a few cartoon pictures on the notebook, which were picked together by the two before.

Huh!

The first page was opened by him, and there was a cute emoji on it, and below it was written: "I know you are used to turning the third book on your right hand. Don't be in a daze, look!"

Fang Mo nodded, and subconsciously turned to the second page.

It’s full of Juanxiu’s notes. The first line tells him the source of everything:

"Are you weird, why am I so sure that the end times are coming?"

"Don't nod, you're so stupid. My old lady is annoying when I see you, so I can't be a little overbearing?"

Fang Mo straightened up quickly, and then saw:

"Don't you like to read traverse novels the most on weekdays? Well, my old lady has traversed, and returned from crossing fifteen years later!"

"In the beginning, I didn't believe it either, but when one thing happened, I had to believe it, do you remember? I asked you that day, when did my aunt have the accident?"

"If you remember, you will know. At that time, I already knew that what I experienced was not a dream!"

"After half a year, the end times are coming. By that time, the entire world will be in chaos. Two-thirds of the world's population will die directly or indirectly from the zombies... they are zombies!"

"But this apocalyptic zombie is very different. Simply put, their weakness is not the head, but..."