Yin Chen looked down curiously, and the milk tea hanging on his chest also looked up at him. Their two bright black eyes met, giving off an inexplicably cute feeling.

The milk tea squeaked, and Yin Chen stared at it blankly for a moment before his lips moved and he carefully uttered a sound: "Squeak?"

"Squeak squeak squeak!" The milk tea jumped to the ground and bounced around.

"Squeak!" Yin Chen responded happily, mimicking the milk tea's movements with a light jump.

"Squeak, squeak! Squeak squeak squeak squeak!" The milk tea spun around in place.

"Squeak squeak squeak!" Yin Chen swayed slightly and hopped around in place.

"Squeak." The milk tea mouse spat out a sunflower seed it had been hiding in its mouth and pushed it towards Yin Chen.

Yin Chen looked curiously at the milk tea, then at the sunflower seeds. Suddenly, a red shadow flashed by, swept across the ground, and the sunflower seeds and milk tea disappeared without a trace.

Long Xun, who was watching the two small animals interact, twitched his lips. Looking down, he saw that Yin Chen's mouth was tightly closed, his mouth was bulging, and a very familiar little paw was sticking out from between his lips and kicking desperately...

Long Xun: "..."

After being spat out by Yin Chen, Milk Tea, soaking wet, was heartbroken. She nestled on Long Xun's shoulder and refused to look at Yin Chen again. Yin Chen, on the other hand, looked up at Milk Tea with pleading eyes, looking pitiful, as if he knew he had done something wrong.

In just a short while, the swelling on Yin Chen's body had subsided considerably, and the bluish marks were fading. Long Xun found a chair that hadn't collapsed yet, sat down, and opened the system to check its contents.

He wanted to change his appearance. This ordinary outfit didn't have a self-cleaning function, and wearing clothes covered in blood containing the mutated J virus could potentially infect others as well.

Why does time travel happen in this world? Is it because of the apocalypse and everyone died?

Long Xun glanced at the sect set, its dazzling gold making him twitch his lips. After finally finding a white set that didn't look too extravagant, Long Xun, now dressed in the Broken Army set, suddenly felt like he had traveled through time, clashing with the futuristic style of the observation room.

Equipping himself with the light and heavy swords from the package, a black heavy sword resembling a door panel suddenly slung across his lower back, while a light sword was carried on his back.

Yin Chen, who was nearly stabbed by the suddenly appearing heavy sword, stared blankly at Long Xun, who had suddenly changed drastically. If the other party hadn't looked the same, he almost wouldn't have recognized him.

Long Xun looked down at Yin Chen, who was squatting beside him. He had almost recovered. Although his eyes were as big as ET's and his skin was too pale, he shouldn't scare people when he went out.

He raised his hand, took the heavy sword from his waist, and gently swung it in his hand... Hmm, the material of this black sword must be unusual. It must weigh about 500 pounds when materialized. It's quite easy to handle.

"Let's go out." Long Xun picked up his heavy sword and swung it with a Crane Returns to Lonely Mountain technique. With a loud crash, the very sturdy metal door... collapsed.

He only used the Jianwang 3 system to have suitable attack methods. It removed skill cooldowns and various restrictions. As long as his mana could hold up, it could be immediately converted into corresponding sword energy, rage, internal energy, etc., allowing him to use any skill without any restrictions.

So the problem that countless new Zangjian players in JX3 always complained about not having sword energy... is nothing compared to him.

Outside the door, zombies had gathered long ago because of the presence of living people. Their skin was ashen, their eyes were white and shrunken like plastic balls, and their bodies were stiff. Because they were all infected at the same time, none of them were bitten to death by zombies, and their bodies were still intact.

They were all researchers, assistants, cleaners, security guards, and the like from the base. The fallen metal door crushed a group of zombies standing at the door into a pile of minced meat, but there were still many left, crowded at the door, slowly moving towards this side.

Long Xun rushed to the center of the open space created by the smashed metal door, gripped the hilt of his heavy sword with both hands, and crouched slightly. As the sword energy surged, his hair and the white armor he wore billowed up, and the long hem fluttered backward, blurring the air around him.

Big windmill!

The wind blows across Wushan!

With a push of his right foot and a twist of his waist, Long Xun wielded his heavy sword and spun rapidly. As soon as the zombies that reached out their hands got close, their heads, shoulders, or upper bodies were sliced ​​off, and limbs flew everywhere, bounced far away by the sword energy.

It was as easy as harvesting wheat.

Long Xun spun around in the circle of zombies, turning these terrifying and ferocious zombies into pieces scattered all over the ground. After the last one was hacked to death, he spun around a few more times before slowly stopping.

Long Xun leaned on the ground with his heavy sword, staggered slightly, and looked up with a blank stare in front of him, as if he couldn't focus for a moment. The milk tea clinging to his shoulder had eyes that looked like mosquito coils.

This skill is good for area-of-effect attacks, but it can easily make people dizzy...

Shaking his head, Long Xun's dizzy mind finally cleared up a bit. Yin Chen, who had been standing still when he used his skill and sensed the danger, quickly rushed over, grabbed his clothes, and revealed an angelic, idiotic smile, pure and innocent.

If this scene weren't filled with corpses and blood, his smile would surely have made people smile too; now it looks like something out of a horror movie.

Okay, should zombie movies be considered horror movies?

Long Xun let Yin Chen follow him, walking along the passage towards the control room in the center of the base. The scattered zombies could be smashed into mincemeat with just one sword, and the impassable paths could be broken through the walls. It was practically a sweeping victory.

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