Devil's girlfriend of the last days

Thinking of the pictures in his memory, his face burst into a smile involuntarily.

"The last days, it’s not a big deal. Now I see many partners, but they may have forgotten who I am. Qingcheng, if you are here, they will definitely recognize you. Of course, you have a bad temper. , They might say you have a clear nose...oh hahahaha!"

As he spoke, he laughed.

With a smile, he couldn't control his emotions. After laughing for a long time, he began to read his notebook slowly.

The above record is very clear, and I have to say about Ye Qingcheng. She liked comics at the beginning, so Fang Mo went to learn comics. Later, she herself became a second-rate... well, a novelist.

In order to hope that I can turn my text into an excellent comic.

For this reason, her logical ability is still very good. For example, the things written on the notebook are not messy, although they are messy, but Fang Mo can see the essence at a glance.

"In the second stage, in the end of the world, many, many things will be born, such as some very organic people, which will be transformed."

"They will become very powerful, but at the same time, this ability actually has certain hidden dangers..."

"People like you and me who are step-by-step have actually eliminated all the hidden dangers from the very beginning."

"And their suffering has just begun."

"If you want to exercise, you only have..."

Next, it is written about how those people evolve and how to remove their hidden dangers.

It's actually very simple. If you want to get rid of hidden dangers, you need to contact the outside world. To put it simply, you need to face the dangers, such as monsters and zombies, or the increasingly harsh environment.

"Is that so? I thought these people were lucky from heaven. I still envied it for a long time. I now know that if you want to get power, you have to pay a certain price. My price is pain, and your price is experience?"

"Oh, no!"

He suddenly remembered something, patted his head lightly, and muttered to himself: "The price for me will also be experience, but what exactly will I experience? This is really a difficult mystery. ..."

Wow.

He opened the next page.

It was still blank, but he did not see Ye Qingcheng's handwriting that he didn't let him turn over: "Do I have the qualifications to understand the whole world? Haha, then I should take a good look."

While talking, he weighed a kettle next to him.

There is still half a pot of water in it.

The most important thing is that in the corner above the table, he saw a kind of green tea he loves, Mao Feng.

He doesn't like Tieguanyin and Longjing very much, because they are both too rich and he is not used to it, but Mao Feng and Maojian, which make him feel very light and delicious.

So, he put the notebook there first, then dismantled the bed in the owner's house, and then ran to the window table to slowly start the fire.

In the flames, the smoke billowed upward, and he set up a shelf on it, just enough to put a kettle on.

There is no problem with the water quality inside. After all, in a closed kettle, the time has not elapsed. At most, it is only more than one month. Compared with the pool that has accumulated in the decaying material for many years, this is much better. .

Of course, he never drank it, but watched it on a survival program.

Such water, as long as it is boiled, is also sweet...

After throwing some more firewood, he walked to the master bedroom, found a teacup, sniffed the taste inside, shook his head, put it aside, looked at the enclosed Mao Feng, and laughed: "Let’s wait , You can taste the tea. It’s been a long time since I drank it, and I don’t know if it’s the taste in memory."

Sitting in the chair, he continued to flip through his notebook.

One page, two pages, three pages...

Eight pages, nine pages...

When he turned to the last page, Fang Mozheng felt that he had no gold fingers anymore, he suddenly saw a grimace.

The lines drawn are very simple, and they are far too far behind his technique.

He recognized it at a glance, this is what his girlfriend Ye Qingcheng drew.

Below that grimace, there is a small line: "The second stage of the end has come, right? Maybe I will come to find you, you have to remember to greet me, if you let me see you have a leg with another woman, You are done! I will kill you whether it is spirit or body!"

"I guess you won't? Forget it, I still don't kill you, it's not easy to live."

"Ok……"

"If I didn't come, you would go to Donghai City to find me, right?"

"Moreover, Huicheng is too small to accommodate you at all, so you have to go to East Sea City as soon as possible. Even if I am not there waiting for you, I will still leave you with something, enough for you to study the end times for a long time. Come. If you want to come, you will like that kind of calm."

"Mua!"

End.

One notebook was finished like this, which caught Fang Mo by surprise. He stood up and relaxed for a long time, but his brows were still not scattered: "My golden finger, you tell me where to improve quickly, just An East Sea City, what if it’s the third end of the world when it runs past?"

"Forget it, you are the devil, you have the final say..."

Fang Mo, who was muttering, was not in a good mood. He walked to the door and opened the door in one fell swoop. Looking at the three or four zombies who were still passionate and unrestrained outside, he punched out.

Puff puff puff!

In an instant, he adjusted the best attack direction, and with just one punch, he turned these zombies into a string.

"Knock on your sister's door!"

"Don't know if others want to read?"

"Like to disturb people? Did it go to you!"

boom!

He closed the door fiercely, and at the same time rubbed the blood in his hand on the host's bed, a smile hung on his face, and said lightly: "The water should be on, right?"

sometimes……

In fact, I can’t blame others for suspicion.

In fact, he himself is a bit schizophrenic.

He was so friendly to the zombies just now, okay, not friendly, at least not attacked, but in a blink of an eye, he went out and gave a punch, exploding the opponent's chest.

Can such a person be a schizophrenic person?

Huhuhu!

The kettle has been turned on, and the hot water is constantly tumbling in it. At the same time, the firewood below is also stained with water, resulting in more smoke.

He picked up the kettle, just about to lift his foot to kick the flames in front of him, suddenly thought of something, and turned around and ignored it.

"I am a qualified person, and I drop objects from a height. It would be bad if I hit a child. Even if I can't hit the child, it would be bad if I hit the flowers and plants!" he muttered. It looks so handsome and relaxed.