Heroic Death System

The first Shadow Moon Mercenaries operation did not go smoothly, with only half of them returning alive the following day. Even masters like Huo Xuan and Left String were unable to kill the general-level zombie who possessed space alienation, mainly because it appeared that someone had revealed his whereabouts along the way, triggering a zombie riot and causing the operation to fail.

The wounded returned with a lot of scars and were able to prepare food and water with two other remaining members, while treating the wounded.

“MD! Those guys smashed - smashed, I can't wait to throw a bomb - and put them in a nest.” A mercenary roared and hammered the table.

“Preferably a space-like zombie, in his field, bomb-bombs don't work at all. ”

“Left string.” Baiki asked, "Can't you even find the zombie? ”

The left string gloomy face, shaking his head silently, but his heart wondered why Huo Xuan had been missing, he should be nearby.

"The current situation is somewhat less optimistic, and we have to find the general, or it won't be useful to clean up all the other bodies. ”

Space zombies are less powerful, but the problem is that no one can pull him out of countless space cracks. Even more troubling is that if he chooses to abandon the city and flee, the mission will fail completely.

Shanko walked to Huo Xuan with the medicine case in his eyes and asked: "The strongest man in the hall can't even solve a general zombie?

Huo Xuan gave him a restless look and then extended his arm to him.

I could see that, although the blood stains were spotty, it actually didn't even break a piece of skin. Jean-Claude glanced at him, took out the syringe and prepared to give him a tetanus shot. As a result, the needle could not reach his skin at all and was bent directly over the top.

Shanko: Is it really okay to be so thick?

Huo Xuan seemed to realize something, shook the muscles on his arm, and then came up with a low voice: “Try again. ”

No words yet: even the sword body defense is withdrawn, do you like injections so much?!

Huo Xuan certainly doesn't like injections, as long as someone is happy.

Jean-Claude decided not to waste the potion on him, picked up the case and walked towards the other wounded.

The mercenary group fought overnight and consumed a lot of energy. After the discussion, they went to rest.

In his original capacity, Huo Xuan secretly sent a message to the left string asking him to notify the mercenary regiment to hide for the time being until he found the general zombie.

“I'm going to be away for a while, you be safe.” Huo Xuan deliberately left a message for Shan, and left in a hurry, not to alarm the others.

Jean-Claude wasn't worried about his safety, he just felt a little subtle about his attitude towards himself. After all that night, he didn't ask, maybe with his memory, what he remembered.

After changing jobs at night, you can go back to your room and tumble all over the bed.

Half asleep and half awake, feeling heavy, wrapped lips and teeth, breathing blend. Sliding on his skin, his hands felt cold and he couldn't help but tremble.

An attempt was made to open his eyes to see exactly what was going on, but his body could not move, and he was manipulated by men until he entered the body… the blunt pain of mating and the flesh-walled mocha, causing a few fragments of memory to appear in Shanko's brain.

No, it's not his memory, it's... Huo Xuan?

He remembered, coming out of the stadium that night, the two of them were in a dark space, but he thought he was bewitched by the scent, leading to a loss of memory. But in fact, it was Huo Xuan who was really bewildered.

There is no such thing as an alien, but he can be immune to it. Rationally, he should not be trapped by the powers. Now, it's not the spatial powers of the zombies that trap him, but the power of Huo Xuan's essence. He forcibly incorporated his illusions into his memory. The result was a rebound of his soul, which led to his memory loss.

The reason why it is so certain is because he is doing something wrong with him at this moment.

The restraints gradually disappeared, and eyes could be opened to see an unbroken zombie king. His body was pressed to the extreme and his desires were repeatedly topped to the depths.

Truth and falsehood, at this moment, are absolutely distinct.

Still able to embrace the emperor, respond proactively, let go of all apprehensions, enthusiastically tangle with him - mime, sweat and blood, releasing the primitive desire - desire...

Hot - After the tide, you can lay comfortably in the arms of the emperor, fingers racing back and forth in his chest.

The dark realm essence of Emperor Xuan can bring strength to him; Huo Xuan's bright realm essence can hurt his soul.

Killing the emperor is not difficult, as long as he breaks the dark realm of his body with his own soul, he will lose his resurrection ability. A few months ago, he may not have had the opportunity, but now the emperor is not at all protective of him.

Too bad, he couldn't do it.

As for Huo Xuan, there is still some tension. He seemed to think that they were having a relationship in the dark space, which was why he was being held accountable. But there is no denying that Huo Xuan has the same aura as Emperor Xuan, and he also has an iconic mole on his hand. He forcibly blends his memories, even with some information from previous lives.

In other words, Huo Xuan is probably also his lover, or part of his lover.

It can be remembered that before entering the circle, Tatsuru and Shouxi separated their souls and joined the lights in order to change their destiny. If you can guess correctly, Huo Xuan should have a ray of spirits on his body. It's the only way to explain why he senses both of them at the same time.

If you think so, are the palm moles of every generation transformed into the souls of the skyscrapers? So when he didn't see the palm mole before, he didn't dare admit it several times.

But how can a wreck have an independent personality? Even if it is truly reincarnated, it should be divided into two parts with the subject, and the intelligence should be incomplete.

Is it possible... to doubtfully measure the emperor around you, this guy is the one who ruined the soul? He's actually having sex with a mole.

“Hungry?” The emperor looked at him blindly and asked subconsciously.

Every time he finishes, Jean-Claude feeds him milk, so he thinks he should also feed him something.

“No, not hungry.” A bottle of milk can be taken out of the box by the bed at will and is customarily handed over to Tijuan.

The emperor held the bottle and looked at him as he drank his milk.

Shanko: This appearance of uncut milk is definitely his man's mole? So why did he give up his body and choose to fall in love with a mole?

However, this speculation could be immediately denied, although the handicap is incomplete, he is now quite sure that this guy is his man, Huo Xuan is the “mole”!

Yet he glanced at this zombie king in disgust: as a body, you are not ashamed to be occupied by a “mole”, to seize the divine mind!

The emperor who is drinking milk: “? ”

Now that identity has been established, the next step is to study how to complete the task. But he always felt that the task was somewhat unusual, yet he couldn't figure out the key to it.

Actually, he's got a "killed” plan in his mind, but it's just been dragging on. He doesn't want to kill Emperor Huo or be killed by Huo Xuan. As for death, he can be bluntly right, but he has no memory of it, but he has to repeat his life and death. The soul is divided into two parts, as is the pain it endures.

Perhaps it seems nice to live like this all the time. He and the Emperor are immortal and can live forever. Yet desire is good, and reality is cruel. There is also a Huo Xuan in the world who and Emperor would never share his lover with anyone, even if he was his own person. Not only are they, but they cannot accept it themselves. He just wants a complete lover, not two incomplete, enemies of each other.

You can still bury your head in the pillow and make a retractable tortoise for as long as you want.

“I say you,” Jean-Claude stretched out his hand and poked Dixie's forehead, "Don't bother me all the time, at least think about how to get your mole back! Without you, you can't even look! ”

The emperor who has finished his milk and is biting his nipple: “? ”

For the time being, the cloud fog is open and the mood is relaxed. We must find an opportunity to explain it clearly to Huo Xuan, so that he cannot continue to misunderstand. While some of them are sorry for him - to be honest, he likes this mole a lot better than the body - feelings can't be divided into two parts, sometimes knowing trade-offs.

Huo Xuan walked away for three days without a trace.

By the fourth day, Huo Xuan had not returned, but the small building where the mercenaries were hiding had been discovered one step at a time. The small building is a single-family villa with walls that, although not high, are surrounded by a plant called "Prisoner Vine” that can isolate popularity and avoid the detection of zombies.

The crowd was well hidden, but on the afternoon of the fourth day, a mercenary who had been out of contact for several days suddenly fled and attracted hundreds of faceless zombies.

Because of this change, people had to fight positively with zombies in advance.

“Why didn't that guy run away?” Someone whispered.

“Come on, it's all about fighting anyway, I'm tired of waiting.” A mercenary raised his hand violently and pierced the head of a corpse outside the window with a knife.

Fight, officially begin.

Jean could have stayed in the lobby to treat the mercenary who had escaped and injected him with antibodies.

His wounds were all over him, his flesh and blood blurred, and almost none of them were intact, as if he had been tortured. It is difficult to imagine that he could still escape alive, and five days later.

At this time, the colour of the mercenary is slightly changed and the mercenary in front of him is acutely spotted, without a pulse. Although he behaved like a normal person, he could be identified as a zombie and a high-ranking zombie who was good at disguising himself.

"I don't have enough wounds on my hands," she said calmly. “I'll go get some more bottles later. ”

As soon as he was ready to get up, the mercenary grabbed his wrist tightly and pierced his skin with sharp nails, blood flowing down his fingers. The original stiff mercenary, instantly smelling the bloody smell, immediately revealed his excitement and opened his mouth towards the arms of Shangkou.

But before he could bite, his head flew out and hit the wall hard, making a clicking noise, splitting like a watermelon.

“What's going on?” The movement on this side attracted the attention of others. When they saw the mercenary's tragedy, they all looked at the man with uncertainty, Wang Yi (alias), the mysterious expert who joined the mercenary regiment with Shanko.