MTL - Apocalyptic Rebirth: Earth’s Vast Changes-Chapter 81

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Fang Xiaoyu sat on the soft couch and took out the weapons in his space one by one. Take one and wipe one, and humming Xiaoquer. This is not too enjoyable, I just took out my charging P3, plugged in headphones and listened to rock. Anyway, there are some PS. One listens to a dead battery and replaces the other one. There are also a lot of rechargeable batteries in the space. However, he didn't dare to put both ears, and just kept listening. His head fluttered with the music, let alone moisturize.

The flying squirrel felt deeply that if he asked where the boy was, he would never find it. It was quite awkward to hold, and the leg was shaking with one color and one color. He was not afraid to fire his gun. Although he had seen the boy unload the bullet, he still felt that his color was annoying.

Ma Yunlong turned the book by the cold light on the wall, his expression focused. Accompanied by his somewhat thoughtful appearance, he really brought a little academic style. A cup of scented tea was brewed on the short table near him, and the steam was steaming, adding an elegant and quiet atmosphere. If it weren't for the compilation of several Chinese-folk ghost stories on that book, Flying Squirrel felt that he could impersonate any literary youth, and he would definitely deceive a group of ‘little aunts’ who love the style.

Turning over on the bed, the flying squirrel had the urge to bite the horns. In fact, he was already rubbing his teeth by the quilt. Long back then, he and Firefox struggled to survive in the dog camp. Even hungry corpses were eaten when hungry, and their clothes were worn dirty for many years, until they finally crawled out of the dog camp. At that time, the most wanted life in the dog camp was nothing more than a cold meal that people could eat; the most extravagant place to sleep was nothing more than using a guy's animal skin to flutter on the cold and hard floor as a bed Be.

The flying mouse blinked and clicked. Their dinner was a simple four dishes and one soup, or a scientific combination of two dishes. It was definitely unthinkable at that time. Even some big guys here are definitely not treated like this. Look at the changes in the stone room at this time, it is more extravagant and extravagant.

The part near the stone room was fluttered with a thin layer of floor leather. The color of the floor leather is very close to that of the stone room. But the things on the floor leather are difficult to think without surprise, three soft single beds and a large double bed, plus four sofas a short table. There is also a dude named Fang who brought his own soft couch from the subspace.

With a long sigh, the flying squirrel decided that he didn't want to, and the more he felt the more he felt sullen, the hardships that he and Firefox had had are gone forever. At this time, he is still a member of material enjoyment, plus spiritual enjoyment. I turned over again twice, this TMD is not to say that you can't, you can't, it's really unbalanced.

Opposite the bed is a screen, the screen is not transparent, and it is impossible to see the handsome figure behind it through the screen. However, you can hear the sound of water clapping, and you can also see the steam that is there. After a while, Qin Luo and Mo stepped out from behind the screen. Both were wearing slippers, and their hair was wet with steam. Mo Zheng is using a large dry towel to wipe Qin Luo's hair.

"The water has been changed, who will wash it?" Mo Yan shook a large towel to wipe Qin Luo's hair, and said to the other three.

Fang Xiaoyu looked at the flying squirrel lying on the bed over and over. This guy was lying there like a worm, and it was difficult to ignore him.

"Flying squirrel, if you're sleepy, you should wash it first." Ma Yunlong suggested with grace.

The flying squirrel sullenly covered, "I'm not sleepy ..."

Fang Xiaoyu touched his chin deliberately and wondered, "Can it be revisited, and can't sleep excitedly? But I look at a guy, it seems very unspirited. And even if the face is just wrinkled, it can be comparable to a bun Eighty granny. "

Flying mouse lifted the quilt and turned to sneer Fang Xiaoyu with a sneer. In fact, he really wanted to mourn to the sky. If he looked up to see the sky, he would definitely do so.

Mo looked at Flying Squirrel and chuckled. "He is depressed."

Fang Xiaoyu asked shamelessly, "Depressed? Why depressed?"

The flying squirrel swept up from the quilt, and several of them looked at him strangely. Even Ma Yunlong, who had just concentrated on going through the storybook again, looked up at the flying squirrel.

The flying squirrel looked at a few people, and it was obvious that they were joking at him. He also knew that a few people wanted him to stop thinking about the past, but this extravagant life really made him feel that his previous days were too TMD wronged. In the end, the flying squirrel sighed up and said nothing, stepped on the slippers and went to take a shower behind the screen.

Ma Yunlong looked at Fang Xiaoyu and asked, "What happened to the flying squirrel?"

He really didn't know why the flying squirrel would look like that.

Fang Xiaoyu chuckled, made a serious thought, and then lowered his voice to Ma Yunlong. "Maybe for a few days every month, I heard people say, usually those days, their temper is not very good. ... and behaves a bit abnormally, and can easily become irritable and angry. "

Ma Yunlong's face was suspicious. "Listening to your description seems to be a physiological period. Does a man also have a physiological period? Isn't that something only for women? Is it because I am ignorant ..." He turned to Qin Luo to verify "What, Flying squirrels are male. "

The flying rat snorted from the screen. "Fang Xiaoyu, you are a kid, you are a woman, you are in the menstrual period. Your family is in the menstrual period."

Fang Xiaoyu laughed loudly. "I will tell Boss Dai when I go back, and I will also notice that there is a physiological period in our house in the morning." Then he changed his expression and pointed at Ma Yunlong to mourn Qin Luo. "This guy is a quack doctor He doesn't even understand men and women now. Qin Luo, can you take him down to save your life? "

The flying squirrel almost tripped his left and right feet in the tub, and would like to run outside the stone room now, and even come in again from the new place. I'm sure they did come down to the dog camp, not a weird theme park activity. Although the conditions may seem difficult, to be honest, the accommodation conditions are pretty good. The diet is also managed by a "specialist", and it is also allocated to a doctor who can recover from a bruise instantly, as long as he has breath.

Qin Luo's sleepy eyelids fought straight and turned to the other side, Xiao Yudao, "Remember to remind me, in case you are injured, don't let my brother repair it for you."

Fang Xiaoyu was choked by him, causing two others to laugh loudly.

Mo moved Qin Luo's head to himself, and kissed Qin Luo's mouth.

Ma Yunlong looked at his face hot, busy looking down to see his ghost story, go to the lonely ghost fairy in the story and go to the bird.

Fang Xiaoyu then yelled, "You are too much, what is the meaning of a single person." Then he sang the soft couch with no image. "I don't want to, I want my morning Chen ... Boss Dai, he will occupy the morning for many days. This is unfair. Too TMD is unfair ... "

Cooperating with him is the roar of the squirrel, and two guys who are not tired and crooked together.

Ma Yunlong bowed his head and watched his ghost story collection with a sip of sleep tea.

Mo and Qin Luo twisted for a while, and brought Qin Luo to the bed, ignoring Fang Xiaoyu who was still there. Today Qin Luo looks very tired. Although Qin Luo didn't say it, it can be seen from Qin Luo's subtle state. This should have been the case for a few days, most likely after the day when the 23rd district was breached. However, because Qin Luo was worried about the safety of Qin Ya and Firefox, she has been supporting it till now. Now that Qin Ya and Firefox may have escaped, there is no danger here for a while, and Qin Luo's fatigue is revealed.

Qin Luo was lying down by Mera, and the soft pillow on her head just fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

Mo looked at Qin Quiet's sleeping face and sighed, helping him cover the quilt. Sat on the sofa aside, took out the pen and paper from the space, and began to draw a map of the dog camp below. Although the flying squirrel also roughly drew a map for a few people's reference before, the memory was always a little fuzzy after a few years. In addition, some places have not been visited by flying squirrels, so the map is very simple, only the path leading to the next level and next level. Mo this time touched a lot of spheres of influence. Except that he didn't go to the bottom two floors, he roughly scanned it.

Fang Xiaoyu immediately came over, and Ma Yunlong put down the storybook in his hand. The two looked at Mo holding his pen and quickly sketched on the paper. There was almost no pause in the first few sheets of paper, and they slowly slowed down until the next few layers. Occasionally, they lowered their heads and pondered for a while before writing again.

After the flying squirrel took a bath, he saw Fang Xiaoyu and Ma Yunlong beside Mo, and made his way. I couldn't help sighing when I saw the map drawn by ink. Although not 100% accurate to every room, the outline is very detailed. Including the great mutants that he found on each floor, they are simply marked on it. That's a lot better than my own aisle-only maps.

Just when he had dinner, Mo had already said that he was the identity of the blood race boy. Except for Qin Luo, all three were surprised. The five senses of the blood race and its keenness, Qin Luo did not disassemble the teenager at that time, just did not want him to notice that several people had known his identity. Then it became more hostile to a few people, with a sense of harm. Several people also understood what he meant, but the young man's look at Qin Luo had left the unfriendly area with heavy provocation and hostility.

At this moment, the flying squirrel looked at the areas marked by Mo on the map, and specifically noted the range of the blood race teenager, and could not help frowning. Wherever there is a bloodline juvenile, there is a particularly powerful super existence.

I stopped painting after the last map was drawn. It was not the last floor with the elevator, but the third floor from the bottom. At that time, Mo was very certain that Qin Ya and Firefox had not entered the dog camp, and the area on the lower two floors was not small. He was also worried about Qin Luo and the three, so he did not rush to look down.

"The stone material here is a bit special. It is far less sensitive than I am outside, so I can only detect these areas faintly. The time will consume more, and I will return early."

Mo said, he clicked on a few places marked on the map. "The teenager of the blood race looked at the young, and maybe he was an old man of hundreds or thousands of years old. He must be here for any purpose, definitely not just for food Such a simple matter. These places may be his temporary hiding place. I do n’t have time to rule them out and can only mark them out. The guys here are not simple. I ’m afraid I ran into the past to be detected by them. Get in trouble and don't rush to pass, "Morton continued." If the blood race boy is not in these places, he is likely to have reached the last level. "

Several people spoke for a while, Fang Xiaoyu and Ma Yunlong took a bath, and they all crawled back to bed to rest.

Qin Luo sleeps heavily here, he always feels that his space has been abnormal recently. The space that originally resembled half a yin and yang fish changed again. The half of the yin and yang fish was originally surrounded by mist, and the position that could not be seen was gradually transparent. In the past few days, Qin Luo's busy foot hit the back of his head without paying much attention to its changes. As a result, the whole space is like a crazy and greedy child, constantly absorbing his energy. If it weren't for that Wang Quanshui to replenish the energy of the body, Qin Luo felt that he had fallen down.

Unconsciously entering the space at this time, the mist-filled location has turned into a thin layer of frosted glass. Although it was still impossible to see what was on the other side, Qin Luo could clearly feel that there was a bright light on that side. In that kind of brightness, it was full of turquoise.

Qin Luo was very curious and got closer. Although there is no such thing as "the tip of the nose hits the glass", but it actually comes into contact with a different substance.

At the moment Qin Luo was puzzled, the transparent material seemed to have an immense suction power. Qin Luo felt a dizziness in his head, and the next moment he plunged into a large crisp grass.

Qin Luo, who took a bite of grass, was completely dumbfounded, spit out the grass leaves in his mouth, and froze according to his slightly fat face. This snoring is not light, and Qin Luo's painful tears are coming up

"No, it's not a dream ..." Qin Luo muttered to himself, looking up again at the green mountains in the distance, and looking at the green grass at his feet.

Who will explain to him what kind of plane this TMD is? Qin Luo made a few laps in situ, trying to figure out what happened to him. But there was no clue, and in the end he could only sit on the grass and figure out a way.

The sun shines warmly on the body, and the surrounding plants are peaceful. It may not get anyone's attention before the end of the world. Because as long as you get to the suburbs, there are usually some grasslands and mountains. But now it ’s the end of the eschatology, the green killers that have soared are no longer what people knew. It's even more weird and unpredictable.

After sitting for a while, Qin Luo got up from the grass. He can't be self-defeating now. Since there is a way to get here, there is always a way to go out. Qin Luo patted the swarf on his pants, and planned to look at the surroundings, because he heard the sound of water flowing.

Climbing up the hillside not far away, Qin Luo went all the way to the sound of water. A small river about five or six meters wide was found in the shade of the hillside. The river water is exceptionally clear, and at one glance you can see the silt and aquatic plants at the bottom of the river. Seeing a big fish of five or six pounds jumped out of the water, and slammed back into the water. Some herbivores drank water by the river, startled by the jubilant fish, and drank quietly after panic.

Qin Luo was completely dumbfounded, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and opened his eyes to look not far away again. The stream was still there, and the fish were still jubilant.

"It's paradise here, even if not, it's definitely a paradise ..." Qin Luo finished his words, and then frowned again.

The eschatological crisis is global, and no country or region can have immunity. So here is not the earth he is on, or there is something special. No matter which of these two, that may bring greater vitality to humanity. But the premise is that he can leave here and find out how to get here.

Qin Luo sat down on the grass by the river, meditating hard about his escape plan.

Mo stared blankly at his position. Just a few seconds ago, the man slept peacefully beside him. But now that position is empty. If it wasn't for the sheets and a little messy, and there were marks on the pillow, he would almost think that all this was his own illusion.

"Wake up ... wake up ..." Mo's voice was not loud, and the three deep-sleeping guys who trembled a little did not hear it at all. They have confidence in Mo's perception. As long as Mo is present, no one can approach them without being noticed.

"Wake me up, Qin Luo is gone."

Mo's throat raised several decibels, and Fang Xiaoyu was immediately awakened.

The flying squirrel sat up from the bed as soon as he turned over. "What happened? What happened?"

Fang Xiaoyu and Ma Yunlong also looked in the direction of Mo. If the opponent attacked at least, they must pry open the door first. The sound would not be heard unless they were really deaf. Since no one came in through the gate, what could go wrong.

"Qin Luo and Qin Luo are gone ..." Mo's voice was clearly panicked.

The next three others were all awake, and they all stood on the ground from the bed, regardless of shoes.

Fang Xiaoyu's first reaction was that Qin Luo might have gone to the toilet, and ran to the screen within a few steps. The bath tub in the back has long been taken up by the ink, replaced by a simple toilet. But now there is no figure there, and Fang Xiaoyu scolded himself as a 'dumbass'. How strong Mo's perception is, he can distinguish between male and female and breeds a hundred meters away. If Qin Luo was still in the stone room, how could he say that Qin Luo was gone.

The flying squirrel walked to the double bed of the two, and Mo was still sitting on the bed, staring at Qin Luo's sleeping position. Looking at the posture is like looking at a hole there, and Qin Luo will drill out of the hole.

"Mo, don't worry, why is Qin Luo missing?" Feishu patted Mo's shoulder comfortably, because the man looked extremely vulnerable.

Mo clutched the quilt tightly. "I, I don't know. He has been sleeping by my side, and he sleeps very well ... There is no sign at all. I just suddenly felt his breath, the feeling disappeared, he opened his eyes and disappeared ... in a flash, it disappeared in a flash. "

The three of them looked at each other with extremely serious expressions. It was definitely not easy to capture Qin Luo under Mo's eyelids. All three of Mo's abilities know, let alone that the guy can't beat Mo, it is impossible to deceive Mo's perception close to him within 100 meters. Not to mention that he could always reach him and take Qin Luo from his arms.

Fang Xiaoyu glanced at the room. "When we moved in, we checked it carefully. There is no other exit for this stone room except the big stone door, and there is no crack that can crawl into the worm."

At this time, the door bolt is inserted into the stone door, which means that the door has not been opened from the outside, so the probability of an intruder entering from the outside is almost zero. Of course, if the intruder is a paper man, it is not completely impossible. But this is not a fairy tale, a ghost story. How could a mutant climb in through such a tiny gap and take Qin Luo from under Mo's eyelids.

The three Fang Xiaoyu scratched their heads together, and it was certainly not Qin Luo who went out by himself. It would be difficult to recover the bolt without going out. Qin Luo would not do such a brainless thing, let alone tell no one, and ran away alone. Besides, Mo slept beside Qin Luo. If Qin Luo had any action, Mo would surely be the first to know, and would not say that Qin Luo was gone in an instant.

A bell rumbling came, Fang Xiaoyu subconsciously looked at his watch, the time was exactly midnight. He hit two chilling, spooky stone houses, paired with spooky bells, and a companion missing for no reason. I'm **** enough to get a scene of a horror story, it's really reproduced.

Flying Mouse frowned, "Will it be a ghost from another blood race ..."

What he said was meaningful, and several people knew who that ‘other bloodline’ was. Today the blood race boy is very hostile to Qin Luo. If Mo is not around Qin Luo at this moment, if Qin Luo disappears, they will be the first to doubt the blood race. But Mo Mingming was next to Qin Luo. Even if the blood race moved around like wind, how would he go through the stone gate and **** Qin Luo in front of Mo.

Mo bit his head with certainty. "There is no smell of other blood races here, and I don't understand why, Qin Luo would disappear suddenly. But I am sure there are no invaders except the taste of a few of us."

Fang Xiaoyu grabbed his ears and scratched his head. "Since no one has taken Qin Luo away, where did he go from here? How could a person who was sleeping in bed disappear for no reason!"

What he said was a question in everyone's mind, but unfortunately there is no solution.

Just when a few people were anxious and did not have any eyebrows, someone who had just disappeared appeared on the bed silently.

The author has something to say: Hold on to the supporters of buns, one by one ~~~~~ (么 3╰) ╮

Those who have left a message have worked hard ~ Da╭ (╯3╰) ╮

PS: After listening to two lessons of buns, I played three sets with others today, and the result was one loss, one win and one draw.

A friend asked Baozi "I heard you played chess with someone today?"

Baozi Meibaz nodded "Well, with a student who has been studying for nearly two months." (It seems that eight lessons a week)

Friend "Look at you laughing like that, win?"

Baozi "No, just one win, one win and one draw."

My friend "Okay, just after listening to one day of class, I can tie with two months of learning."

Another friend "Why don't you ask him who the student is?"

Friend "Well, who is the student?"

Another friend "My son, five and a half years old this year."

The bun jumped over and covered his mouth, but it was too late