The end of the world was bullied and cried again

It is the moment of uncertainty and crisis.

Fang Muqi felt a thrust coming from his waist and abdomen, causing him to back away. In an instant, the stabbing pain in his shoulder spread all over his body. A sharp black nail penetrated his shoulder, then his chest, and the back of his head. A cool breeze passed by, and the strong smell of blood made him dizzy, especially when he was close to the edge of death.

The black pupils turned into a bloodthirsty color, and at an angle that is impossible for ordinary people to twist, the black nails were completely cut off by him, and the nails that were about to pierce the back of his head were tightly held by Jiang Nanxu, and blood had already leaked out .

The monster that was close at hand was usually kicked away by Fang Muqi at the speed of light. As his lover, Jiang Nanxu met the monster rushing up very tacitly, but temporarily lost a worried look.

"What do you want to say?" Fang Muqi came to Yin Fan in an instant, grabbed the boy by the collar, leaned down and whispered, at this moment, the human flesh crumbs surrounding the boy flew away, "I was The guess about your ability is outrageously wrong, right? As a boy with no power, no matter how he can foresee the danger, it is impossible to live in the last days. After all, if there is no me when we meet, You have died many times..."

Fang Muqi's blood pupils stared coldly at the terrified boy, and said softly, "Spiritual abilities, control humans? Control zombies? Or both?"

The boy's pupils popped out at his last sentence, and suddenly shrank.

He smiled: "It seems to be the last one." The words paused slightly, "Before you were able to push me away, you used this ability to make me unresponsive, but... it's your ability that doesn't work? So There's no way to control me for long, and maybe, you can't control him at all, can you?"

Fang Muqi's eyes glanced at Jiang Nanxu who was about to finish the solution.

"Hehe..." Yin Fan's cute face became distorted, and his tongue was harsh, "You all deserve to die! If it weren't for you people, how could my grandpa die! I... um..."

"I don't care what your reasons are." The suppressed anger broke out, and Fang Muqi was merciless, "You want to die, I want to live, it's as simple as that."

In the end, Yin Fan could only breathe, and it looked like he would stop breathing at any time.

"Grandpa..." Yin Fan murmured, recalling a little, beautiful, painful, and resentful memories overwhelmed his will to stay alive.

Fang Muqi stared indifferently at the petite dead body on the ground, the red color faded, and he didn't know who he was saying to: "If you leave, you won't be in pain."

"Twilight, your injury?"

"Ah, it's scarred." Fang Muqi looked at the corpses on the ground. The pierced body no longer hurts, and the dead people will no longer come back to life. "We must leave quickly, the smell of blood is too strong." Heavy."

"Ah."

Fang Muqi paused when he was about to take a step, and there was a warm temperature above his head, and then he thought of the blood that this hand left for him.

The cold pupils were slowly warmed up, and he moved his head, like the usual coquettish behavior.

"I'm hungry."

"I'll do it for you."

"I don't eat meat."

"it is good."

"I don't eat vegetables."

"it is good."

"I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

"it is good."

"I want to eat……"

"it is good."

……

"You just say okay?!"

"……Listen to you."