Chapter 513: Cold-blooded Zombie Queen vs. Soft-eared Rabbit Leader 28
"Brother Ling, get out of the way!"
Ling Wuya could hear the nervous shouts of the people behind him, but he couldn't dodge at all and could only take the attack head-on.
"puff--!"
The zombie's powerful fist hit his chest, and the tall man was knocked to the ground, with a mouthful of blood oozing from his mouth.
“Cough cough cough…”
The tall and elegant man coughed awkwardly and looked back at his companions, only to find that everyone was staying away from him, staring in horror at the intermediate zombies with extremely high combat power, not daring to get close.
Ling Wuya's eyes darkened as he looked at the man he had just desperately saved. The man raised his gun with an apologetic look on his face, but did not rush forward.
He suddenly laughed.
The handsome and elegant man had blood on the corner of his mouth, half-kneeling in the sand dunes, with ugly and ferocious zombies in front of him. He laughed deep and the scene looked weird no matter how you looked at it.
Before Ling Wuya died, he discovered what kind of people he had protected in the past.
That's all.
He doesn't know people well.
The man listened to the whistling wind from the fists hitting his ears, resigned himself to his fate, closed his eyes, and waited for the last moment of his life to come.
“Ouch!”
The imagined pain did not come, but instead the zombies let out screams that were different from before.
Ling Wuya opened his eyes in surprise and was shocked by the scene before him——
Standing in front of him was a slender and petite figure.
The woman was a head shorter than him. Holding a dagger, she stabbed the zombie's left eye with a quick, accurate and ruthless move.
The north wind was blowing fiercely all around, and the woman's waist-length hair fluttered in the wind, leaving a breathtakingly beautiful silhouette in the rising morning light.
"Seventeen!"
She suddenly spoke, as if calling someone's name.
The next second, a barrage of bullets fired from the guns, all aimed at the zombies' vital points.
"roar--!"
In order to avoid the bullets, the Zhongji zombie had to let go of the fat meat in his mouth and take a few steps back.
Jing Che was waiting for this moment. He smiled wildly, his silver hair shining brightly. He ran up to the zombie's back and smashed his iron fist into the zombie's head.
"Bang--!"
When the fist and head collided, there was a cold and hard sound of steel colliding.
"Fuck, this one is really iron..."
The young man shook his wrists, his fingertips trembling slightly and feeling numb. With a sense of irritability and unwillingness, he punched a few more times as if to vent his anger!
Seeing this, Wang Jingyang silently opened the space-time gate and dragged Ling Wuya, who was still on the battlefield, back to a safe area.
"Captain Ling, are you okay?"
The old man stared at the bleeding corner of his mouth and said with concern.
"Brother Ling, are you okay?"
"Brother Ling, you scared me to death just now!"
The other members of the Blood Eagle Mercenary Group woke up as if from a dream, rushed forward belatedly, and began to care about Ling Wuya's injuries.
Ling Wuya ignored them and focused his attention on the figure on the battlefield.
The woman is agile, and with the cooperation of several teammates, she can always find an opportunity to launch a successful sneak attack.
There were several times when Quan Jiu was in danger, but she still did not retreat. She didn't even say a word, and Long Yan tacitly increased the firepower and actively attracted the zombies' anger.
"boom--"
Under the shocked gaze of everyone, the intermediate zombie slowly fell down.
Quan Jiu skillfully dug out the crystal core, without even looking at Ling Wuya and his group, he smiled and looked at Long Yan:
"Are you hurt by that just now?"
Wang Jingyang's space magic was a little slow, and she almost had no time to retreat. The idiot Long Yan stood in front of her and fought a few moves head-on with the zombies.
He didn't have her speed, nor Jing Che's strength. Close combat was not his strong point, so he was bound to suffer a loss.
Long Yan pursed his lips, his blue eyes sparkling. He stretched out a finger, put it to Quan Jiu's lips, and said honestly:
"It hurts a little."
Under the huge friction, the fingertip was accidentally scratched by the sharp stone, leaving a small wound, which did not look very serious.
Quan Jiu: "It should hurt."
If it doesn't hurt anymore, I guess the wound will heal tomorrow.
The tall, blue-eyed little rabbit remained motionless, clearly demanding an explanation from her, with a bit of the stubbornness of a naughty child asking his parents to buy him candy.
Quan Jiu sighed helplessly, lowered his head and moved closer, blowing gently on his fingertips a few times, and coaxed him patiently:
"It shouldn't hurt anymore now, right?"
The air flow passes through the fingertips, fragrant and warm, evoking a slight itch.
Long Yan's eyelashes trembled in panic, his fingertips curled up, and his ears were stained with a light layer of pink again.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
The rabbit nodded obediently.
Very comfortable.
It's just a little itchy.
His face tensed, he took his hand back, put it behind his back, and at an angle where no one could see, he slowly rubbed his fingertips a few times.
Ling Wuya had already stood up and walked towards her.
"Thank you, young lady, for what happened today."
He didn't expect that it was this team of "old, weak, sick and disabled" who was not favored by anyone that saved his life in the end.
In front of him, Quan Jiu did not use the space, but put the orange crystal core into his coat pocket:
"Even if we don't save you, we will still deal with this zombie."
Ling Wuya shook his head, seeing clearly:
"There are other members of the Blood Eagle Squad. If you only care about the crystal cores, you can wait until they have consumed most of the zombies' combat power before you come and pick up the remaining ones."
Quan Jiu raised the corner of his mouth, neither admitting nor denying, and looked meaningfully at the person behind him.
"I can only save you this time. You'll have to rely on yourself in the future."
Ling Wuya is a humble gentleman who values friendship and loyalty. She was willing to help save people just now because of his loyalty to his friends.
But gentlemen with good character are destined not to live long in the last days.
In previous lives, Ling Wuya had also been glorious for a time, but when she became the Zombie King and dominated one side, no news of this fire elite was heard again.
Nine times out of ten, the person is dead.
Ling Wuya heard her subtext and pursed his lips.
The Blood Eagle Mercenary Group was established not long ago, and as one of the few offensive psychics in the base, he was naturally promoted to the position of captain.
After the team was formed, they usually encountered only low-level zombies. Since he had special abilities, it was not difficult for him to deal with them. Everyone treated each other like brothers and the atmosphere was harmonious.
But he never expected that once he encountered a powerful opponent, these so-called "good brothers" would show their true colors.
He didn't blame them. After all, it was human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm. But from now on, he could no longer protect them.
What he needs are real teammates.
A teammate who can be trusted with the back.
"Let's go." Ling Wuya looked at the people behind him, "The car is over there."
"Brother Ling, you're injured. Don't you want to go back with us?"
Someone stood up to ask questions, but he was obviously lacking in confidence.
Ling Wuya shook his head calmly: "I won't be going back anymore."
Quan Jiu glanced at him.
He was still conscious, so the rescue was not in vain.
The people from the Blood Eagle Mercenary Group wanted to persuade them again, but Ling Wuya was adamant and determined not to go back. Helplessly, the group could only drive away.
"What are you going to do next?"
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