Chapter 1710 A sweet dream that is too late to recall

Yang Xiangfeng's body seemed to have been chopped into mud with a knife, but the body was barely preserved in the luxurious "mold" of the Yao Shen Armor. But even so, his eyes began to widen, even if they lost focus, However, it still captured the remaining will of him, and in the process of hitting the Corpse King from high altitude, he died.

Shaking her head, she didn't have the ability to make him close his eyes, so she could only re-lock the Yao Shen Armor on him and hold up his body.

"Let's go. Another protagonist is coming soon. It's unreasonable to stay here any longer."

She said to Chen Bieli, and did not wait for the other party's response. She supported Yang Xiangfeng and walked away. Chen Bieli was silent for a while, and then left with her.

On the other side, the almost vaporized Guitouzi exploded with blood mist that covered the vague existence, and was quickly absorbed by the opponent. He didn't want to pay attention to whether he was alive or not. For him, This is just an ant. A strange and inexplicable shadow floats out of the blood mist. Everything here has been solved. Next, there is the troublesome guy!

At this time, in the sheltered city that had almost turned into a desert, there were not many traces of the demonic zombies anymore. The area originally occupied by the demonic zombie tide was completely replaced by silver-armored zombies. In the distance, the silver tide was like Coming like a tsunami!

The vague-looking being rushed into the zombie tide. The silver-armored corpses around it seemed to be frozen for an instant. They all froze in place, and the flesh and blood all over their bodies began to shake violently, as if something was trying to get through their bodies. As soon as they came out, a large number of silver-armored corpses were all liquefied, and powerful gravity pulled them towards the vague existence.

Suddenly, he who was advancing at high speed stopped and quickly turned back. Where Guitouzi turned into blood mist, a piece of flesh and blood that was lucky enough to survive began to swell, and the eighth-level silver-armored corpse had a perverted self-healing ability left. The damaged body is being quickly repaired!

"Am I... dead? No... I'm not dead... I'm still alive..."

The consciousness of hitting the bottom was flickering in and out. He felt as if someone had grabbed his head and pushed him hard into the water. He was suddenly pulled out one second before he was about to suffocate to death. Before he could take a breath, After taking a breath of air, he was pushed into the water again. He didn't know if this was the feeling of death. There was silence and darkness. He couldn't feel the passage of time. The next time his consciousness started to function again, it was as if he had experienced an eternity. Long dreams, if death feels like this, it may be within the acceptable range.

A hand stretched out from the squirming mass of flesh and gently inserted it into the sand in front of him. This gave him a sense of touch. In the dark world, he tried to stand up. After some struggle, he realized that he There was only one hand, and when the five fingers were clenched, he grabbed a handful of sand.

He had just regained consciousness because of this action, and he had regained a little strength. The hand holding the killer quickly and feebly let go, and his consciousness fell into drowsiness again. He had a dream, and he woke up in that familiar farmhouse. When he came, he saw an old woman holding a bowl of brown sugar rice porridge. He remembered very clearly that when he was a child, he liked to eat brown sugar rice porridge.

"Grandma...it's you..."

"Is it better? Come on, I bought this from the city."

Hearing that old and familiar voice, Guitouzai was a little stunned, and couldn't help but burst into tears. He really wanted to hug the person in front of him immediately, but he couldn't control himself perfectly in the dream. His body couldn't make the movements he wanted, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained.

"Get some rest first."

"Grandma...okay."

He watched his grandma walk out of the room, but his heart was full of happiness. He picked up the bowl of brown sugar rice porridge, took a spoonful of it and put it into his mouth, feeling the familiar but seemingly non-existent taste, listening to the murmuring sound outside. The sound of rain was falling, and he looked at the misty rain in the distance outside the window, with a satisfied smile on his face.

He remembered this scene. When he was a child, he was playful and went out to catch crabs with his friends. As a result, he fell into a ditch and was scratched by a stone on his arm. After returning home, he just dealt with it briefly and didn't take it seriously, but it didn't take long. Because the wound was inflamed and I had a high fever, I slept all the way back from the hospital. When I woke up, my grandma brought me a bowl of her favorite brown sugar porridge.

At this time, he didn't know how to cherish it as he did when he was a child. When he returned to the present, he just wanted to feel this beauty carefully and over and over again.

Taking another sip of porridge, he looked at the scenery outside with fascination, slowly put down the bowl of brown sugar porridge in his hand, and began to stretch out his hand, wanting to feel the feeling of the drizzle falling on his hand, but he couldn't. The second he stretched his hand out of the window, everything in front of him suddenly changed. The rolling green hills, the village wine and wild vegetables, the gentle sound of drizzle hitting the roof tiles, and the people wearing raincoats walking along the winding path in the distance. Pedestrians, children with smiles on their faces carrying wild flowers running around in the rain, and children further away sitting on the backs of cows being taught a lesson by adults, all of these disappeared in an instant when he stretched out his hand out of the window. Without a trace!

His eyes went dark, and all the warmth and beauty collapsed in an instant. In the darkness, he felt the passage of time. The dream was long and fast. In a moment, he didn't even have time to recall it.

He opened his eyes and returned to reality at this moment, seeing a pair of strange tree roots on the sand in front of him.

"Well……"

He snorted, his voice hoarse, and it was very painful. This pain did not come from the body, but from the soul. He felt that his consciousness was being occupied by a blank. He could feel the explosive power in his hand, which seemed to be able to destroy the world. Generally speaking, the thinking process also becomes strangely extremely sensitive, but it is very weak, like a flame that keeps beating on a candle, and can be extinguished at any time.

"The Corpse King...?"

He murmured two words in his mouth. He didn't dare to raise his head, and he didn't have the strength to raise his head. While possessing huge power, his body also became extra heavy!

He didn't know if the other party heard his murmur, but unfortunately the other party didn't answer, and he didn't expect that the other party would answer. He was immersed in the two words just now, and gradually, he was attracted by him. Memories that had been temporarily forgotten resurfaced in my mind.

Brother Shi is dead, Wu Zhixiong is dead, and Lien Yong is dead!

He could not forget the laughter and laughter when several people bowed to a god in the management building of the Ministry of Information and Industry. They bowed to a god they could not name at all. Isn't it ridiculous? But that scene seemed to be one of the few times he was happy in the apocalypse. These scenes were constantly deepened in his mind, which made him immediately give up fantasizing and dreaming, and overwhelming anger surged in his heart instantly!

"Zombie-King!"