Apocalyptic Garbage Sorting System

"Er Mao?"

Seeing Ermao's state, Li Yichen was shocked, and hurriedly came to Ermao, handed the Xiaomao he was holding to Li Dong next to him, knelt down and looked at Ermao who was lying halfway in a woman's arms:

"Ermao! You..."

Er Mao, a burly man with a bold personality, was weak like a child at this time, with complex expressions in his eyes, but the most emotions were guilt and regret.

Looking at Li Yichen, Ermao smiled bitterly and shook his head, and raised his only arm. There was a terrifying bite mark that made people look thrilling.

At that time, after Ermao flew around and hugged the iron-clad tyrant, the iron-clad tyrant was also slapped, but Ermao had rich combat experience and had been wary of it. He let go of his arms at the moment of being photographed, and the iron-clad tyrant slapped himself somewhat. dizziness.

After that, Ermao blindfolded the iron-clad tyrant again because he discovered that the iron-clad tyrant's sense of balance would become very poor after losing his sight.

However, when the iron-clad tyrant slapped Ermao's arm for the second time, Ermao escaped smoothly, but unexpectedly, the iron-clad tyrant turned his head and bit his arm. Although he was caught off guard, he managed to dodge, but was still torn off a large piece of meat. , Blood dripping.

Because there was only this arm, Er Mao was immediately thrown off by the iron armor tyrant and hit the wall. The huge impact force made him fainted. Fortunately, Wan Shan and Li Dong entangled quickly, so he didn’t. The attack continued.

Seeing this wound, Li Yichen's first reaction was to take off his end of the world, and Er Mao quickly pressed his arm on his shoulder:

"Okay, don't bother, time is too long, it's too late!"

After that, Er Mao turned his head again and looked at Xiao Mao, with a guilty expression on his face:

"Xiao Yi! Promise me one thing and kill Huang Jinfu for me. If I didn't stop you at the time, Xiao Mao might..."

"No! Jinfu, kill yourself!"

Li Yichen looked at Ermao and shook his head slightly, then raised his right hand and stroked the Tianya Arch, cutting the artery in his wrist, and the blood slowly flowed down.

"what are you doing?"

Er Mao was taken aback.

"My body can resist the zombie virus, so it should also prevent you from being infected!"

Li Yichen put his wrist to Er Mao's mouth:

"drink!"

"Are you crazy? You hurt so badly yesterday, there shouldn't be much blood left, you..."

Er Mao immediately shook his head, but before he could finish speaking, Li Yichen blocked his mouth with his wrist and shouted:

"If you let you drink it, you can drink it! What the **** is it? Don't chirp!"

Seeing Er Mao staring at him stubbornly, Li Yichen pointed at Xiao Mao who was held by Li Dong again:

"If you die, who will take care of him? Do you want me to carry this guy who peeing and peeing on my back every day in this crisis-ridden apocalypse? It's your responsibility, don't **** want to escape !"

At the end, Li Yichen stared at Ermao and let out a sky-shaking roar:

"You **** drink!"

Ermao looked at Li Yichen's eyes, and suddenly bit his wrist, and began to **** hard, swallowing, the blood with a trace of fishy smell, tears gushing from his eyes like spring water...

Xiao Mao looked at his elder brother with a whimper in his mouth, while Li Dong, who was holding him, turned his head to one side and kept blinking.

Wan Shan also came behind Li Yichen at this time. He raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky with red eyes, as if he wanted to find some... auspicious omen.

The other survivors also turned their heads, not looking at the scene that might make them look weak, while those female survivors tried to suppress their crying, fell on their knees, and greeted all the gods who knew their names in their hearts. The Buddha prayed, hoping that they could deliver miracles and save this man who has been guarding them with his life...

In the end, the miracle still did not appear. Perhaps the gods and Buddhas were unable to dissipate the darkness of the last days. After a few minutes, Ermao's eyes began to become dim and muddy. Then, he stopped swallowing and grasped Li Yichen's arm alone. The arm fell weakly.

"Er Mao?"

Li Yichen pushed Ermao with his hand but didn't get any response. He increased his voice again and shook it hard, but Ermao still did not move.

Li Yichen raised his right arm and looked at him. He is now very capable of healing. The wound is showing signs of healing, and blood is no longer left. He grabbed the end of the world that he had thrown aside, and prepared to cut his wrist away. .

"no need!"

Wan Shan looked down at Ermao, sighed lightly, and squeezed Li Yichen's shoulder with his hand:

"Let him go! You have done your best!"

Li Yichen slumped down to the end of the world, looked at Er Mao, whose eyes were wide open, and at Xiao Mao, who was crying and shaking his head constantly, raised his right hand, and wanted to close Er Mao's eyes...

"Roar!"

Ermao's mouth suddenly moved and he let out a roar. Li Yichen's hand stiffened and stopped in front of Ermao. Ermao roared again, reached out and grabbed Li Yichen's arm, and opened his mouth to bite at the place where he had just sucked blood. go with.

Li Yichen didn't dodge, looking at Ermao quietly, letting him bite his wrist, twisting his head and biting hard, everyone around him was shocked, looking at this scene with surprise.

"Did you see it? Before, I had to let him drink my blood. I lost a lot of tongue, but now, he...how active? He is not Ermao anymore. We can no longer rest assured. His brother, this is a cursed world, and we may end up like this in the end."

Li Yichen said lightly:

"I want to change the world. Although I'm not sure, I want to try!"

After speaking, Li Yichen waved his right arm violently, and Er Mao's face was sprayed with blood instantly, but Er Mao didn't notice it, just swallowing the torn flesh in his mouth.

Pressing Ermao with his left arm, Li Yichen took out the army stab of the boot tube and placed his hand on Ermao's head. The army stab pointed at Ermao's eyebrows, looked at Ermao who was hungry and then the blood dripping from his wrist, and looked up. Xiang Xiaomao.

Xiaomao's tears flowed, but he nodded desperately at Li Yichen, Li Dong couldn't help but gently cover Xiaomao's eyes with his hands...

"Let go! Let him watch!"

Li Yichen looked at Xiao Mao and said softly. Li Dong couldn't help but looked at Wanshan, who also nodded gently, so Li Dong put down his arm.

"puff!"

The military thorn pierced Ermao's eyebrows fiercely. Ermao's body became stiff, and then suddenly relaxed, his head tilted to the side, the blood on Li Yichen's wrist was still dripping on his face, but... he no longer felt it. Not that delicious blood...