(The sixth, and the last one today, push down, thank you for your support, through the end, I signed the contract is 150-200W, please look forward to it, right, tomorrow will continue to erupt)

The sarcoma was gently cut open, and a group of green jelly-like gels slipped out along the rupture. There was a dark brown shrapnel in the middle of the green gum, and the gums did not scatter. It’s really like a freeze.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the weird gums in front of him. A strange smell filled his nose. He turned and asked Wang Le and the fat cook: "Do you smell anything?"

The fat cook first sniffed in the air with his garlic nose and said: "Blood smell, there is a smell of scent,"

"Forehead, what I smell is a scent of a child, very embarrassing, even more than a fish." This is the feeling of Wang Le.

The strange scent has not been dispersed, but it has become more and more intense. Zhang Xiaoqiang smells more and more rich fragrance, and looks at the jelly-like green gum in front of him. Suddenly, there is a desire from the bottom of my heart.

He looked at the unknown object in front of him, and there was always a crazy idea of ​​eating it, and this strange idea became stronger and stronger, and he was so strong that he could not control himself.

"Dangdang·········" The claw blade fell off his hand, and it fell on a broken leg bone and made a jade-like crisp sound. The trembling right hand unconsciously extended to the thing. ····

"Eat it. ······································································································ Get up, urge Zhang Xiaoqiang to grab the stuff and feed it into his mouth.

Zhang Xiaoqiang can't tell whether this weird voice came from the outside world, or his subconscious mind is muttering to himself. Now he has forgotten the Wang Le and the cooks around him. His eyes are only the strange green. Gum substance.

The soft gum is in the hand, and it is slightly cold, and the smell is getting thicker and thicker. There seems to be a claw in the throat to stick out to grab something in his hand.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's psychology kept struggling repeatedly. Eventually he found the thing in a lunch box and picked up all the claws and did not talk. He turned out and went out to the kitchen to go to the hill.

In the densest part of a bamboo forest, Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the middle of the bamboo forest, an open lunch box was placed in front of him, a group of green transparent gums quietly lying in the lunch box, watching more and more fragrant gum Things, Zhang Xiaoqiang more hesitant in his heart.

He didn't know what it would be like to change this thing, but a desire from the depths of the soul, calling him to eat what he had in front of him.

Although Zhang Xiaoqiang was no longer the otaku who had no self-control, and had numerous battles between life and death, he was honed into a determined soldier. His heart was still struggling, his fingers constantly stroking the gums. Lunch box, the stronger the scent, the stronger the desire of the heart...············

Darkness·············································································································· Why did he come here, he couldn’t remember why he was here, except for his own name, he couldn’t remember anything. He couldn’t remember when he was here. In this quiet space, there was no cold, no warmth. No joy and fear, yes, nothing...·····

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked in this darkness without worry, and everything could not be seen. He could not see the road under his feet, could not see the environment around him, and could not even see his body. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn’t want anything, he walked in this darkness, he Without feeling any discomfort, it seems that walking in this endless darkness is the most real and real.

From time to time, some pictures of fighting, living, men's, and women's pictures flashed from the brain, and a picture was lit up, and a picture was extinguished.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not care about these pictures. He even thought that the pictures were illusory and he was fabricated by his boring brain. He believed that only this endless darkness is his own home, home to his birth, growth, and even death. Here, he feels comfortable, yeah, this is the feeling of home ah········· Home?

He suddenly thought that when he got home, he should take the key out and open the door. He reached out and touched his neck, didn't he? Really do not have? What about the key?

An anxious mood breaks Zhang Xiaoqiang's ancient well-waveless mood. He is groping on his body. He needs to find his own key. If he has no key, he can't return home. ...... Constantly rummaging, the door key never appeared.

For the first time, he stopped and began to think. He wanted to think about himself. Where is the key?

"Touch ··········" The iron security door was tightly fastened. He glanced at the door and hung the key of the security door around his neck. He carried the sniper with his backpack and walked outside. Go, the low and dark sky hovering over his head...··········

"Touch ······" He closed his car with his backpack and rode his own car. He looked at the dirty girl sitting in the car and shouted loudly...··········

The door opened, and Yuan Yi, who was holding hot water, came in. She carefully heated the towel and wringed the towel to give him.···········

The gate in the distance is so far away and so close. He crawled on the floor covered with Yingying rice and slowly climbed to the gate. The roar of D2················

He was running desperately, behind him was a red tide, and in front of him, a black iron gate was his hope of life...·········

He stood in the grass on the edge of a quiet little lake~lightnovelpub.net~ turned to look at the door of the villa and looked at the window of Yuanyi room...············

"Who am I? I am Zhang Xiaoqiang······· I shouldn't be here, this is not my home? Where is my home?·············

Zhang Xiaoqiang panicked. He looked around. He wanted to find his own home. He wanted to leave this ghost place. Suddenly he felt like he was flying. He was constantly flying upwards. The darkness around him became weak and weak. The light shines from the head, and as his body rises, the light becomes stronger and stronger until it becomes glaring, and he has to close his eyes.

"Cough, cough, ·········" The severe cough made Zhang Xiaoqiang wake up. He cried on the ground and coughed hard. It was easy to stop the itching in the eyes of the throat, and the stomach began to continue. Twisting, vomiting came one after another, he squatted on the ground constantly vomiting, as time passed, he spit out the bitter bile in his mouth, pulling the bamboo poles around him and standing up.

After standing for a while, I was able to drive away the fainting in my brain. The tiredness came back to him again and again. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who turned over the lunch box on the ground, was so angry that he didn’t know why he was fascinated. I have to eat that thing, "Pang·····" Zhang Xiaoqiang kicked the rice box on the ground and looked at the enamel lunch box that was rolling down the mountain. Zhang Xiaoqiang seemed to feel a little more comfortable.

Picking up the bag with the claw blade from the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not care about the dust on the shoulder, and walked down the hill. The original plan was to go to the repair shop and go to He Wenbin to see it. Now that there is such a thing, Zhang Xiaoqiang just wants to sleep, he walks to his own nest.