Pei Xiqing once again suppressed this increasingly strong desire and moved stones to press down a corner of the tent.
Several more cars crossed the street behind her and drove forward.
Pei Xiqing turned around and looked at the license plate.
I just felt that the license plate looked familiar.
Since the car just now belonged to the A121243 team where Meng Jiankai was, the car that passed by a second ago should definitely be the 㹏角团.
Pei Xiqing squatted behind the tent and watched silently.
I know that something is wrong and I shouldn't stay here for long.
Just as he was looking around, thinking about how to escape during the chaos, someone slapped him on the shoulder.
She was startled and thought it was Meng Jiankai who came back. She turned around to scratch him, but unexpectedly it was Ling Lang who had just returned from a meeting.
Ling Lang's clothes were all stained with blood. He took them off and put them on his shoulders. He was wearing a white T-shirt and said jokingly, "What are you doing? Did you know that zombies can also infect people by scratching them?"
Ling Lang held her wrist and looked at the green spots on it. "What? Are you going to go crazy again this time?"
Pei Xiqing coughed and pulled his arm back, "No, I thought it was some gangster who was fighting back."
"Really?" Ling Lang laughed, "So in your mind I'm a gangster."
"You think so, but I don't."
"What are you doing squatting here? What have you done wrong?"
"I have done nothing wrong. Didn't you see me moving stones?" she said innocently.
Ling Lang hummed softly, picked up a heavy stone and threw it at her feet, "Is this enough?"
"That's enough."
"Let's go have a feast. There's meat." He waited for Pei Xiqing to slowly move the big rock to the other corner of the tent, and urged, "If you go too late, there won't even be any bones left."
Pei Xiqing squatted on the ground and said, "I'm not going."
"What's up?"
"I don't want to eat."
"Want to gnaw on human flesh or brains for a change?"
…
Pei Xiqing sighed: "If I really wanted to eat it, I would die right under your noses without even knowing how."
"Then what are you worried about? As long as you don't bite anyone, no one can hurt you." Ling Lang saw her with her eyes downcast, looking listless, and cleared his throat. "I said it, and my brother is from Franlun. He hasn't said anything, so what are you afraid of? No matter how many teams come, no one dares to touch you."
Pei Xiqing raised her eyes, "Thank you, Ling Lang."
Ling Lang subconsciously overreacted: "...You should have said thank you a long time ago, but it's not too late now."
"But I still don't want to go."
"Then you're not hungry?"
"I'm not hungry now."
"No, it's not easy to get such fresh meat. They're cooking hot pot over there. You have to go."
Ling Lang grabbed her wrist without explanation and lifted her up. "If you're worried about being recognized, don't worry about it. Put this on."
He handed over a black mask made of high-tech material with a very textured feel.
It was the one he wore on his face when she first met him. He looked fierce at the time, with his dazzling white hair, like a vampire.
"What can this be used for?" Pei Xiqing asked.
Ling Lang said as he walked, "This is a specially made mask. It not only blocks all toxic gases and purifies the air, but also blocks the enemy's sight. When you put it on, no one can see your face. And..."
He stopped, held her wrist and lifted it up, rolled down her sleeve, and was about to zip up her jacket for her when Pei Xiqing took the initiative to do it herself.
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