Chapter 67: The Little Doomsday Writer (Yu Hui) 14 The stress...
"Qingqing...behind..."
Song Qingqing could tell that it was Chen Tong's voice, and her voice with painful exhalations was like a spell, constantly shuttling through her mind, piercing her temples and causing waves of pain, mixed with her screams, which never stopped.
From time to time, fragmented images flashed by, showing Chen Tong's tragic death, with his eyes open, and those bloodshot eyes looked at Song Qingqing with deep resentment and hatred.
Song Qingqing knew very well that this hatred was not directed at her. If Chen Tong really hated her, he would not have reminded her to be careful of Li Yang's attack behind her.
But she couldn't help but wonder, if she had noticed Chen Tong had left the crowd at the beginning, would Chen Tong have been spared from the accident...
After all, it was obvious that that scum Li Yang was coming for him.
When she thought of this, the heavy sense of guilt and remorse almost drowned her from head to toe like the sea, making her feel suffocated.
The chaotic sounds and images were like boiling water, constantly burning Song Qingqing's brain nerves.
In her already confused mind, she flashed back to the scene when she was chased by Li Yang and locked in the library by that boy. This was the first time that Song Qingqing faced the undisguised malice deep in the human heart.
She was not surprised by such malice. After all, they just wanted to survive.
But when she was really treated like this, Song Qingqing still found it hard to accept. The feeling of betrayal was very painful.
However, her reason told her that this was the norm in the apocalypse. When facing zombies, it was perfectly normal to sacrifice one's friends for self-preservation.
Song Qingqing silently curled herself up into a ball, tears streaming from her tightly closed eyes, wetting the hair sticking to her pale face, and then staining the cloth on Zhao Zemu's chest dark.
The fabric of the tactical vest was thin, and Zhao Zemu soon felt the burning temperature of the tears on his heart. He suddenly stopped and lowered his head to look at the girl who was curled up in his arms like a wounded little animal. She was not conscious yet, her eyes were closed, but tears kept flowing down, and her fingers were tightly clutching his coat collar. She looked very scared that he was not there.
Zhao Zemu sighed lightly, looked at the abnormal blush on her face caused by the high temperature, lowered his head and gently touched her cheek with his forehead.
As expected, it was hot.
"Is the fever very uncomfortable?"
Song Qingqing's consciousness was burned and she was drowsy. The five fingers of her left hand were clenched tightly. There seemed to be something crystal-like in the palm of her hand, emitting heat and burning her palm.
In a trance, she suddenly remembered a touch that did not belong to her memory. It was as if her hand passed through Li Yang's temples and head, and pulled the crystal out from the soft and sticky brain nerves. However, Song Qingqing clearly remembered that she had not done this. She could not tolerate her fingers touching something like a monster's brain nerves.
But, the crystal just existed quietly in her palm.
The high temperature caused by the overdraw of her supernatural powers made Song Qingqing's condition very bad at the moment. In a trance, she also heard Zhao Zemu's low voice, which usually sounded easy to make people shy and at a loss, but at this time it sounded like rich coffee mixed with ice cubes against the tip of her ear, making her chaotic consciousness find a rare clarity.
Song Qingqing opened her wet eyelashes with difficulty, raised her head and looked at Zhao Zemu who was holding her with difficulty, and could only see his sharp jaw line.
Zhao Zemu had lived a second life, so he naturally knew that some psychics needed comfort from high-level psychics after overdrawing their abilities during the awakening period, but he did not expect that the girl in his arms was so courageous and had such a clear goal.
Zhao Zemu's broad palm pressed down on the girl's fair fingers. Her fingertips deftly avoided his shackles and were about to pry open the metal buckle. Zhao Zemu's face darkened instantly and he quickly grabbed her wrist. "You, man, when did you become so skilled?"
He didn't want to lose face in front of his teammates.
When Zhao Zemu lowered his eyes, he met the girl's moist and soft eyes. It seemed as if this matter had nothing to do with her, like a little tabby cat that had just made trouble but was not concerned about it.
Song Qingqing had no idea what Zhao Zemu was asking her. She sniffed the cool, pleasant scent on him, wrapped her arms around his neck like a koala bear, and gently licked his Adam's apple, which looked extremely hormonal. Her voice was aggrieved, but she said something shocking, "If it weren't for Brother Zemu teaching me..."
It probably refers to the fact that he helped her organize her combat uniform before, but it sounded a little wrong at this time.
Before she could utter the last syllable of the word "teach", Zhao Zemu, whose handsome face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot, reacted extremely quickly and covered her mouth with his backhand, then turned his head and looked at his teammates with a cold face.
The team members who were originally laughing so hard that their eyes were almost closed and waiting to hear the captain's gossip immediately lowered their heads. How could they dare to look anymore? Didn't they see that the captain's eyes were about to turn into a knife to kill people?
I didn't expect that in the end it was a little girl who looked so delicate and gentle who took advantage of her captain. After all this trouble, she was not thrown out, but was wrapped tightly in a coat like a treasure.
Zhao Zemu quickly wrapped up Song Qingqing and stuffed her into the car. But as soon as she got into the car, the girl, who had been quiet for a second, pounced on him, grabbed Zhao Zemu by the collar, and bit his lips.
Zhao Zemu was caught off guard by the kiss and was stunned for a moment. Then his eyes sank. He raised his strong arm, ran his five fingers through her black hair that was wet with tears, took off the hairband used to tie the ponytail and put it on his wrist. Her black hair like algae was scattered on her shoulders like a water monster that had just crawled out of the water. He quietly held her head down.
The pink, girlish-looking hairband looks a little funny on Zhao Zemu's bony wrist, but strangely not out of place.
After being kissed back, Song Qingqing stopped losing her temper and obediently opened her lips to let Zhao Zemu kiss her.
Zhao Zemu looked at the girl's obedient appearance, which was completely different from her previous temper. He suddenly chuckled, put his arm around her slender ankle, and said in a hoarse voice, "Song family's little bastard, you're crying hungry now, don't cry and say you can't eat anymore later, don't waste any of it."
As soon as the words fell, a flash of white light passed by, and the two disappeared directly into the car and reappeared in a room with low-key decoration.
Zhao Zemu had never revealed this before. He was aware of the peculiarity of his spatial ability. Normal spatial ability users could not store living things in space, but he was an exception.
It is a crime to possess a treasure, so Zhao Zemu naturally kept this in mind.
What followed was a hot and delicate kiss that landed on the crevices that happily oozed out the translucent silvery-white fruit juice, and found the bright red and delicious core. The sharp teeth caressed it, and the rough fingertips that had been holding guns for years ripened the unripe white peaches to a state that seemed as ripe as if they would spill out peach juice in the next second.
There was still moisture in the corners of Song Qingqing's wet and red eyes. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled out several strands. A slight pain came from her scalp. Zhao Zemu stood up and raised his head. When he lowered his eyes, he saw her dissatisfied and provocative eyes. He looked at her for a long time and suddenly laughed out loud.
High-level psychics would occasionally be affected by low-level psychics. Weirdly, Zhao Zemu didn't dislike this feeling. He happened to be a fire-type psychic. When the gun barrel emitting scorching heat and surrounded by a lot of green veins disappeared in the gap without leaving any room, the little tabby cat, which was originally aggrieved and provocative, stopped jumping and struggling, but still bit the person in dissatisfaction, as if urging him to feed it quickly.
The originally wild little tabby cat was indeed starving. Its light pink lips kept twitching as it bit subconsciously, but it really couldn't eat any more and could only spit out the bright white nutrient solution, which was then pushed back by Zhao Zemu's rough fingertips.
It was such a satisfying feeding that Song Qingqing almost wanted to bury her head under the seat.
But in fact, she sat quietly and obediently in the back seat of the car, accepting Zhao Zemu's feeding with peace of mind while he peeled lobsters for her.
Song Qingqing opened her mouth and bit the peeled shrimp that Zhao Zemu handed to her. The shrimp meat was delicious and chewy. She knew it was fresh as soon as she tasted it. She couldn't help but curl her lips.
Zhao Zemu, this cunning guy, hid it really well. If it weren't for the problem with her awakening of the wood ability this time, no one would have known that his space ability had such a big bug. I guess even his teammates didn't know that their captain's ability was so cheating.
This is not surprising. There are so many people with space-related abilities. If his adopted brother Zhou Zhanyun wanted experimental subjects, the laboratory would definitely give them to him. There is no need to be so obsessed with capturing Zhao Zemu for experiments.
If she were Zhou Zhanyun, knowing that Zhao Zemu's space could store living things, she would have to capture him and study him carefully.
Moreover, Song Qingqing felt that ever since the incident with Li Yang, Zhao Zemu seemed to be under stress. He wanted to tie her to him 24 hours a day, for fear that something would happen to him again, and he would not let her help to clean up the zombies.
Just like now, there seemed to be mutant zombies appearing in front, and Zhao Zemu only got off the car after feeding himself.
Song Qingqing held her face and leaned against the car window to observe the situation outside. To be more precise, she was admiring Zhao Zemu's figure that gave people a sense of security.
The black tight-fitting combat vest outlined the powerful muscular lines on Zhao Zemu's back. He raised his hand to put on the work jacket draped over his arm, squatted down and tightened the military boots on his feet. With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the hormonal aura emanating from his whole body was very seductive.
The contours of his eyebrows are strong and deep, and his dark eyes are slightly raised, filled with a hint of murderous intent.
The mutant zombies that scared ordinary people were as easy to deal with as cutting vegetables in front of him. After all, he had already demonstrated all his abilities in front of him.
Song Qingqing shook her head and prepared to look away. Zhao Zemu was a little overprotective of her. If she didn't object, she felt that with Zhao Zemu's strong style, it was entirely possible that he would hide her in his space and completely isolate her from this apocalypse.
She felt that Zhao Zemu's mission was almost complete, and she had been secretly thinking about how to get away and go to City A to find Ye Si these days.
Zhao Zemu casually wiped off the dark red blood stains on the dagger, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the girl leaning on the window of the car and looking out. He walked over, opened the door, and smiled a little ruffianly. He lowered his head and rubbed his handsome face with blue stubble against her soft white cheek, which made the girl pout and try to push him away.
"Baby, why don't you reward me?"
Song Qingqing pushed his face away with all her strength and said disdainfully, "Shave your beard first! It pricked my face and made it red. Look for yourself!"
However, she didn't expect that Zhao Zemu didn't reflect on himself at all. Instead, he looked at the girl's fair and rosy cheeks with satisfaction. It seemed that he had taken good care of her during this period. He leaned over and kissed her shamelessly on the cheek, which made Song Qingqing so angry that she couldn't help but pinch his arm.
But the muscles in his arms were so tight that she couldn't pinch him at all, and his pinching made her fingers sore.
Song Qingqing was so angry that she gritted her teeth and boldly bit his handsome face, but Zhao Zemu was not angry. Instead, he hugged her in his arms and held her soft hand to touch his stubble.
"Let's stop by the gas station ahead to rest for a while. Baby, come and shave me?"
Song Qingqing snorted lightly and didn't respond to him, still thinking about how to escape.
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