Beautiful cannon fodder does not want to show up [Quick Transmigration]

There are still living people here? !

The sudden noise made Qiao Yu couldn't help but look towards the small building in the front left, and the pale-faced young man came into view.

He took a few steps to climb into the second floor, frowned, and pinned the boy who had just turned into a zombie to the ground with a baseball bat, unable to move. A white light with healing abilities rose from his palm.

As soon as the white light touched the boy's eyebrows, it collapsed into the air in the next second.

He came one step too late!

Pity.If he could find the boy at the first time, even 1 minute earlier, he would be able to protect the boy's mind and prevent him from completely turning into a zombie.

The end is always full of regrets.

It was only then that Qiao Yu noticed that the shirt pocket of the young zombie was half open, perhaps because he had unbuttoned it while struggling just now, revealing half of his clean ID card.

"Why Cheng"

Very special name.

Qiao Yu remembered that Lin You'an in the novel seemed to have a Bai Yueguang with the same name, a person who took the initiative to leave behind in order to save the other party, which added some twists and turns to the emotional life of Lin You'an and the second generation of a certain base, which was also the later stage of the plot. One of the high-level zombies who successfully sneaked into Hope Base.

It shouldn't be such a coincidence, right?

But these have nothing to do with him.

Qiao Yu shook her head, turned around and jumped off the window sill deftly like a cat in twos and threes, rolling to the ground to relieve her strength.

After standing up, without wasting any more time, he rushed straight into the farmer's market and went straight to the warehouse in the back row. The first one was under the name of Qiao's family.

He poked lightly with his fingertips, and the fingerprint lock supported by the backup battery was quickly recognized and opened, allowing him to go in and quickly search for the seeds he needed.

same time gate.

A group of heavily armed foreign soldiers successfully landed with parachutes on their backs, chasing down the experimental subjects who fled from the plane by smashing the porthole.

"03,03, confirm the position!"

"03 Received!"

The civilian staff on the plane stared at the computer and tapped their fingers quickly, tracking the locator implanted behind the neck of the test subject.

"The target of the first generation is around 34* north latitude and 118* east longitude. Please refer to the sensor for specific location."

"receive."

领头的男人切了和飞机的联络,转而对着身后的几人吩咐道：“分头行动！05、06向东，07、08向西，09、10向南,我向北！”

"Once the target signal is found, immediately report and assemble!"

"Understand?"

"Yes, boss!"

They dispersed well-trained, not worried about the possible threat of the "first generation".

It was a fall from a height of a thousand meters, and there was no parachute. I am afraid that even the bones would be smashed into powder!

05 also felt that this task was surprisingly easy-the most dangerous escort object suddenly went crazy and jumped out of the plane, they only needed to find the wreckage of the "first generation" and collect it.

Isn't this something you can do with your hands?

"05, hold back. Spit out your damn strawberry lollipop!"

06 kicked his teammate, choking him for a long time.

And while they were searching, the man named "First Generation", or more appropriately, the irrational beast, was dragging his broken body and moving rapidly.

Although the appearance is still intact, the inside of his body is unimaginably bad, and even though he is suffering from severe pain, he can still feel a lingering fragrance not far away, that kind of attraction is so deep and familiar .

Even though his body was on the verge of collapse and urgently needed treatment, he didn't go to the fleeting healer who was sensed on the plane, but ran in another direction at high speed following the smell.

close!close!

and many more!

The "first generation" suddenly braked and knocked down a row of public bicycles on the side of the road-he smelled a few disgusting smells.

Tsk, I have to deal with the little tail before chasing my sweetheart.

Yes, the "first generation" naturally unilaterally recognized the person with the faint sweet fragrance of watermelon as his sweetheart.

What is watermelon?

The "first generation" shook his head, didn't pay attention to unimportant things, rubbed his hands together twice, and his bones creaked.

Then he found a direction to attack like a gust of wind.

The first group he found was No. 08 and No. 09, which was also the group farthest from him.

"Beep beep-"

"Boss, I am No. 08! The detectors have found traces of the first generation, please gather!"

"Wait, is the detector broken?"

"Why does the speed of the first generation seem to be flying?!"

"F**k! It's not broken!"

No. 09 took a look at the detector and withdrew, yelling in horror: "He's coming for us! He's attacking on his own initiative!"

"Which bastard said he was dead?!"

No. 09 ran and scolded, and saw an empty car along the road and got into it. Before the door could be closed, he shook his hand and pulled out the wire under the seat to start the ignition.

"I can hear it."

In the communication channel, the boss replied indifferently. He and No. 05 had just guessed that the people who died in the first generation were terribly dead.

"Don't panic, he must be seriously injured. We are all rushing over, hold on for 2 minutes."

2 minutes?

In fact, in just half a minute, No. 08 was declared dead.Another half a minute later, No. 09, who had successfully driven a kilometer, also had his car tire blown. The leaked gasoline met a small flame, and immediately exploded and spiraled into the sky. His exclusive communicator was only buzzing.

"08? 09? Received a reply."

The boss is still calling.

However, the first generation, who was eager to find their sweetheart, obviously became a lot more cunning, and even used the traps they used to disdain, instead of rushing forward to fight physically.

A group of people armed to the teeth hated Northwest without even seeing the face of the first generation.

The planes of other countries hovering at high altitude delayed the time gate for too long, and were warned by the country. In order not to be destroyed, they had to fly away with regret.

In a laboratory that received the news, more soldiers were mobilized.

When Qiao Yu rode into the villa panting, the large iron gate with a sense of security closed automatically, shutting out the few zombies who were chasing after her.

The young man who didn't exercise much sweated a little, and he put the small satchel full of seeds on the coffee table in the living room, and went straight to the summer night terrace on the third floor, planning to rest in the rattan rocking chair for a while before taking a shower.

At this moment, the setting sun had gradually disappeared, the breeze blew, the smell dissipated, and the zombies gathered at the entrance of the villa also wandered away aimlessly.

Just when he was lying down relaxed and admiring the unusual starry sky in the night, a loud noise came from a distance, as if the terrifying sound of an explosion immediately attracted the attention of all living people.

Qiao Yu propped her chin with one hand, and looked at the direction of the burning red light with a high-powered telescope. She could only see a vague outline. It seemed that the car exploded?Half the front door was still rolling on the ground.

Young people with limited curiosity put down their binoculars, thinking about whether to try to grow potatoes or tomatoes tomorrow, maybe they can try crunchy cucumbers?

By the way, it depends on the suitable season.

Qiao Yu opened the memo on her phone, wrote it down to remind herself, and unconsciously wrote it into a short diary.

Before the last full stop was finished, a bloody black figure suddenly slid down from the roof of the villa, and the door knocked him down in the blink of an eye.

The two fell to the ground, and the black shadow thoughtfully acted as a meat pad to prevent the wooden floor from bumping into his sweetheart.

"You, who are you?"

On the balcony where the lights were not turned on, Qiao Yu tried her best to resist the "offensive" of the strange man with her hands, only to feel her hairs bursting: how could she keep licking and gnawing on his neck like Wang Cai raised by her grandfather when she was a child!

Ah ah ah ah ah!I can't stand it!

The young man struggled to protect his vitals with one hand, while groping with the other hand to grab the baseball bat standing on the railing, he gritted his teeth and smashed it hard at the shadow.

boom--

Sombra's head was hit, and he didn't move for a moment.Just at this time, the moonlight also fell through the clouds.

Qiao Yu finally saw the black shadow clearly, and she couldn't help but let go of the baseball bat, and it rolled down with a clatter.

"Brother Lan?!"

The handsome face stained with a little dust is more mature than before - it turns out to be his bamboo horse who has been missing for more than two years, the man jokingly called the old king next door, and also his... first love.

Um?Who are you calling?

The unsuspecting "first generation" was hit on the back of the head by his sweetheart, and before he could think, he closed his eyes and lost consciousness due to the depressive injuries all over his body.

"Brother Lan!"

Qiao Yu frantically lifted the man's arm that was tightly holding him, freed her hand and used the maximum healing ability to instill in Wang Lan's body.

Under the moonlight, I saw the incarnation of the moon god, the peerless beauties waved out warm white light clusters, earnestly healing the unconscious man on the ground.Just like the real scene of the kind fairy in the myth rescuing the mortals, the beauty that floats away from the world is colder and more charming than the moonlight, making people want to be the one who gets hurt, so good that the beauty shows a little pity.

When the young couple who reunited after a long absence in the distance ended in embarrassment for the time being.

Agricultural Market.

Under the moonlight, the young zombie lying on the window sill on the second floor, unable to move, suddenly stopped moving, and his cloudy eyes turned again.

He stood up slowly in a different way, stumbled down the stairs like a toddler who just learned to walk, blended into the vast crowd of zombies, and instinctively shouted at the same kind: Where is he?

Apparently, the walking dead's kind didn't respond in the slightest.

There was a faint red light in the boy's eyes, and the same kind he was questioning immediately stopped wandering meaninglessly, and followed him step by step.And he had already moved to the side of another zombie, and roared again ignorantly.