Their minds are filled with justice and righteousness. They are cruel to others and even crueler to themselves.
For the belief in one's heart, one will not hesitate to act even if he knows that it will hurt himself and lose his loved one.
He just can't do it.
He is just a selfish little man, and his mind is full of how to survive.
This kind of overall perspective is not something that ordinary people like him should think about.
From this point of view, he and Jiang Zhaosu are quite compatible.
Jiang Zhaosu just eats every day, and he can survive tenaciously as long as he has meat and crystal cores.
That's fine too.
It is this mentality that allows the two of them to survive in the end times, finding joy in the midst of hardship.
Qi Xing looked at the military vehicles not far from them outside the woods and gave Song Yao an idea: "Weren't you worried all day long that Cheng Yang was indecisive, indecisive, and soft-hearted? If you run out now and let Cheng Yang kill you, he will definitely not make that mistake again."
"You really are born pure."
Song Yao was speechless.
"I'm making the best use of people and things."
Qi Xing didn't think there was anything wrong with his idea.
He was moved by Song Yao's dedication and was sincerely giving him ideas.
"You killed me." Song Yao nodded his head. "You were very decisive, just like me."
"I don't want to." Qi Xing crossed his arms. "I'm already exhausted from killing mutants just now. You should ask Cheng Yang for something that wastes your energy."
Seeing him pretending, Song Yao sneered, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, his fangs were exposed, and he pounced towards Qi Xing.
Qi Xing retreated quickly, a green light flashed between his fingers, and emerald green vines sprang out from the green light like a snake, piercing through Song Yao's head.
Song Yao's head was pierced by the vine, and he stopped attacking: "Here's the crystal core. From now on, live well with your little mutant."
The zombie's head is its fatal weakness.
Song Yao's consciousness gradually faded, and his voice became weaker and weaker: "I have always regretted it... Wenfang, when you die, will you hate me..."
Swish——
Qi Xing pulled out the vine and hooked out the crystal core in his brain.
After losing the crystal core, Song Yao's body quickly decayed and decayed, and he fell to the ground without a sound.
Qi Xing got the crystal core, looked at Song Yao, who was dead as hell and could no longer plot against him, and asked, "Is regret useful?"
His lover had been killed by his own hands.
I am confessing now, can the other party hear me?
Qi Xing clenched the blood-stained crystal core in his hand and put Song Yao's body into the space.
At least, he won't be that kind of person.
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