When she was forced to the utmost, she broke out with amazing courage and calmness beyond ordinary people. She enjoyed killing. Her enjoyment of killing made Zhang Xiaoqiang very unclear? Before the Ming Dynasty, a little sheep who was afraid of zombies was suddenly turned into a female lion.

Su Shi, Su Shi, although she lowered her head, but her trembling body betrayed her, Zhang Xiaoqiang understood Su Shi’s thoughts, and a weak person saw his companion become a strong man. But he couldn't understand why Su Shi would hate Yuan Yi's eyes. He really couldn't think of a weak little woman who would have a look that made people look hairy.

Yang Keer is the little woman Zhang Xiaoqiang is most worried about. She has some heartlessness, but her biggest advantage is that she has no heart. She doesn't worry about anything. She just wants to be happy, it is more in the last days. Rarely, at least Zhang Xiaoqiang did not see Yang Keer’s heartfelt smile on the face of the survivors. Looking at Yang Ke’s smile on himself is one of his few enjoyments in the last days.

Of course, there is Zhang Xiaoqiang himself. He seems to have forgotten how he desperately survived at home. How did he take risks for a few cabbages? He was arrogant after he had killed D2 by luck. Although he said that he had to work hard, he could He did not refuse to serve Yuan Yi’s service, but only enjoyed it with an excuse to 'see this is the weak.'

When Yuan Yi killed the D-type zombies with bare hands, Zhang Xiaoqiang was deeply hit. He suddenly found that he had no weapons, he was nothing, maybe he could kill one or two ordinary zombies, and also faced D-type. The zombies themselves did not have the courage. At that moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang discovered that this weak little sheep had already left himself far behind.

Yuan Yi’s unyielding D-type zombies looked very rash and dangerous. Under the careful calculation of Yuan Yi, the D-type zombies actually did not take a turn. Looking at the D-type zombie flying up and down, and then being beaten to death by Yuan Yi like a hi-hat, Zhang Xiaoqiang was sour in his heart, he was jealous, he married a female slave, especially Yuan Yi and his own eyes when he had a kind of face in front of him The idea that women are completely destroyed.

In the end, Yuan Yi retreats, and Zhang Xiaoqiang can't pull his face. He feels that he is a woman who has no interest, so he only helped Yuan Yi to take a bath. It is also a kind of compensation for Yuan Yi. He even gave her a pistol. Except for accepting her, I don’t want to force myself not to think about relying on weapons to face the unknown risks.

"Have····"

Yuan Yi is not accustomed to taking the initiative to speak. After opening, he does not know whether he should go down.

"What?" Zhang Xiaoqiang did not hear clearly.

"Is there a cigarette? Yes, can, can you give it to me..." said a sentence for a long time, but did not say that Zhang Xiaoqiang handed a pack of giant pandas to her.

"Leave it!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said, looking at the middle goods in front.

Yuan Yi hanged a cigarette in his mouth, and took off the cigarette lighter to ignite. She took a sip and coughed again, but the cigarette in her hand did not let go, and then took another breath. She slowly spit out the smoke circle, as if recalling something.

Zhang Xiaoqiang’s mood is still not calm, and the more he wants to be depressed, he turns his head and looks at Yuan Yi and says, “Have you learned a few hands?”

Yuan Yi nodded. "I used to learn some loose hands abroad, and I learned from an old man in Chinatown. He didn't tell me the name. People here called him Liu Laotou."

Yuan Yi was very unaccustomed to the beginning of the UK. She always likes to go to Chinatown to go shopping, watching the familiar skin color, listening to the familiar language, the wandering child’s injury will be slightly weak, and gradually she knows many friends, nothing. I like to communicate with new friends. Until she saw an old man with a white eyebrow carrying a lot of things to open the door, Yuan Yi went forward to help.

In the contact, the old man knew that Yuan Yi was a Shanghai native and was immediately excited. The old man surnamed Liu, also a Shanghai native, came to the UK in a special period with his family. He always wanted to go back to Shanghai to see it. Unfortunately, he lost contact with his relatives in Shanghai, and he was single and inconvenient to travel. He could only remember his childhood. Hometown in memory.

Yuan Yi and Liu Laotou are also familiar with each other. Yuan Yi is also very pitiful. This lonely old man will go to him to help him with his troubles. One day, Liu Laotou is practicing his homework at home. When Yuan Yi comes over, he asks if she wishes. Willing to learn, Yuan Yi did not refuse the hope in the eyes of Liu Laotou.

Liu Laotou actually does not have many, it is passed down from the family, that is, some joint skills and fall, but his hands are more dangerous, and the shot may cause disability, Liu Laotou After teaching Yuan Yi, I also repeatedly told you not to shoot at will.

When Yuan Yi returned to China, he did not practice any more. He did not usually move with people, and he was naturally unskilled. After the end of the world, he was scared and afraid that he would not be able to learn what he learned. Until this time, the D-type zombies pushed to the stagnation, the **** in the hand was useless, and the heart was naturally used to use the backs that had been learned before.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was silent. He thought about how Yuan Yi taught himself to be a Sanshou. He found that cold weapons were more useful than guns in the last days. Gunshots would attract nearby zombies, and the recoil of the gun itself would be difficult to target unless It is the kind of elite warrior who touches the gun every day. People who have never seen a gun in the week can play the game.

The cold weapons are different. If there is no sound, it will not lead the zombies in the distance. If you don't need bullets, you will not be afraid of no ammunition. The most important thing is that you need courage to use cold weapons. If you have the courage to deal with those zombies, you will not be afraid. I won't panic~lightnovelpub.net~ I won't make mistakes that seem ridiculous but can kill myself. Zhang Xiaoqiang has never touched firearms before. From the first time he started fighting for a few cabbages, he has been fighting with cold weapons until now. When he looks back, he finds that using cold weapons is much more powerful than using hot weapons.

Cold weapons will break and will be destroyed. At this time, his own skills are reflected. The empty hand and the cold weapon are different from the enemy. What is needed is not your ability to master the weapon, but the judgment and calmness of the opponent. Because you are a weapon, you can't rush to the opponent to launch an attack. Otherwise, you will lose both sides if you are not careful.

Only if you completely calmly explore the opponent's falsehood, can you find out that the flaws are deadly, and the static brakes of Chinese kungfu are the same, so there is silence as a virgin, as if you want to take off the rabbit, you can practice without empty hands. It requires the accumulation of experience, at least not as a practice of assassination. If you assassinate a hundred and ten thousand times, you can kill zombies like a chicken.

Zhang Xiaoqiang’s macho psychology made him not open at this time. A man pleaded with a low voice in front of a woman and he could not do it. Even if he could not do it by order, hehe! The taste of asking people is not good!

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the window outside the troubles. It was not far from the small village that rescued Xiaosan on the same day. I remembered that when I first saw thousands of zombies gathered together, I still had some embers. My heart suddenly moved, and the bacon goods on my car were not without place. ? Is there a small courtyard behind the last car repair opposite the oil depot?

The two cars stopped at the door of the car repair shop. Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped off the car and went to the repair shop. The last time he was rushing to save people, he didn’t look at it. He pulled the tire and ran. The small courtyard was just Zhang Xiaoqiang’s cleaning of the zombies. I accidentally found it, even He Wenbin did not know.