Chapter 270 All I Do Is to Make Myself Happy

"Whoa! Whoa!"

The sound of violent panting rang in her ears, Pei Fenghong's face was pale, and she ran desperately in the green belt with a terrified expression.

The messy weeds tripped her to the ground several times, she struggled to stand up, and rushed forward again.

As long as she can stay away from Ling Mo, at least she can live a little longer... She doesn't want to die yet...

But just when the weeds in front of her started to thin out and she was about to rush out, a figure suddenly jumped out from behind her and knocked her down heavily.

"Ah! Help!"

As soon as she struggled to turn over, the figure had already jumped onto her body.

"Zhang... Zhang Er!"

The young man's face, which had looked very weak just now, now had a tinge of ferocity.

"Smelly... brat! What do you want to do?"

Pei Fenghong's eyes widened, full of surprise.

She noticed that Zhang Er took out a screwdriver from his pocket, but the impression Zhang Er had always left on her was timid and cowardly.

So she didn't realize the danger for a while...

"If you hadn't betrayed me, betrayed Li Wei, and pushed everything on us, using your disgusting tongue to add fuel and jealousy, we wouldn't have been almost beaten to death..."

Zhang Er's face flushed red, his chest heaved violently, and he cursed while gnashing his teeth.

"I don't say that, I'm the one who died! You son of a bitch, get out of here!"

As Pei Fenghong said, she stretched out her hand and pushed Zhang Er violently, while struggling to get up.

But at this moment, Pei Fenghong's eyes suddenly froze for a moment.

at the same time. Zhang Er, who was almost pushed down, got up all of a sudden, raised the screwdriver suddenly, and stabbed it hard at Pei Fenghong's eyes.

"Bitch, go to hell!"

a bit. Two strokes, three strokes...

Warm blood splashed onto his face, but Pei Fenghong's body was still twitching violently, stimulating him to frantically lift up the screwdriver again and again. Randomly stuck in her face.

"enough."

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his arm and lifted him up.

"Ah! Ah! Go to hell!"

"Wake up! She's dead!" Ling Mo raised his voice and growled.

Zhang Er struggled frantically for two more times before slowly recovering.

He looked down at Pei Fenghong's body, the fierceness in his eyes was replaced by fear, and he covered his mouth tremblingly.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he saw the blood-stained palm, and his face turned pale. I retched.

"Don't spit it out. Be manly."

Ling Mo patted him on the back. After he calmed down a bit, he dragged him out of the green belt.

At the same time, a spiritual tentacle quietly retracted from Pei Fenghong's body.

"Zhang Er. Are you okay!"

Li Weihong greeted her with eyes wide open, and asked nervously.

Zhang Er was stunned for a while. Only then did he slowly come back to his senses, and shook his head with a pale face.

When seeing the corpse of the male supernatural being on the ground,

A trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

If Ling Mo and the others hadn't acted in time, he would probably have been kicked to death.

"thanks."

He looked up at Ling Mo and said in a low voice.

This thank you seemed to contain a lot, Ling Mo waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.

His bland reaction made Zhang Er seem a little concerned, and couldn't help but look at Ling Mo more: "Maybe it's just a trivial matter to him..."

"Um... When my father died, was it painful?" He asked suddenly.

Seeing that Ling Mo seemed a little surprised, he whispered again: "If he is still alive, he will definitely come back to me by himself."

Zhang Teng's appearance when he was about to mutate again appeared in front of Ling Mo's eyes. He shook his head and said, "It's okay."

"You...how did you really come to find me? Even if you don't come, no one will say anything about you. "

Zhang Er hesitated for a moment, and said, "I won't encounter this kind of trouble. Although...they don't seem to have caused you any trouble."

When he said this, his tone became a little decadent.

The supernatural being who had no power to resist in front of Ling Mo forced him to beg for mercy against his will...

Even when he was being severely beaten, he did not dare to take out the screwdriver hidden in his pocket.

Unknowingly, Zhang Er's heart has sprouted an extreme desire for power.

And the goal of his efforts was Ling Mo in front of him.

"Of course others won't say anything about me, but if I can make myself happy, it's worth it."

Ling Mo replied flatly.

"Ahem, that's it, the zombies on the road are gone, you can go back with confidence."

Ling Mo waved his hand, wiped off the blood on Tang Dao, and was about to turn around and leave.

But before he had gone far, Ling Mo turned his head in surprise.

He looked at Li Wei and Zhang Er who were following behind, and reminded: "You are going in the wrong direction."

"...We can't go back." Zhang Er said boldly.

"why?!"

Ling Mo was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes widened.

Li Wei immediately shrank back in fear, while Zhang Er bit the bullet and said: "Those two supernatural beings are dead, and the rest of them are useless. Let's go back, or they will die as cannon fodder." , or finish playing with them..."

"Are... you planning to follow me?" Ling Mo suddenly felt something was wrong.

Zhang Er and Li Wei looked at each other, and then they both nodded at the same time.

"..."

Ling Mo's expression suddenly became very tangled.

Seeing that the two of them were thin and small, especially Li Wei's panic-stricken look, Ling Mo couldn't just leave them behind.

"We can help you wash your clothes, help you carry your luggage, and help you clean your room!" Zhang Er said excitedly.

"Mmmmmmm!" Li Wei also nodded quickly, but when she met Ling Mo's eyes, she immediately backed away, "It's just sleeping with you... no..."

"I'm not that perverted!"

Ling Mo rolled his eyes, and glanced maliciously at her almost flat chest.

"Not interested in minors..."

Ling Mo felt cold and shook his head.

A few minutes later, Ling Mo pushed open the door of the rooftop with great difficulty, and then walked out.

The strong wind made Ling Mo shiver suddenly, and behind him, there were still two thin figures closely following.

"Do you need to follow so closely? I'm upstairs here. Do you think I can fly?"

Ling Mo yelled back angrily, then took out the phone from his backpack.

"It's the first time I used this thing, I didn't expect it to solve your two little tails! I didn't expect to accept the task with them so soon..."

Ling Mo found a corner, turned on the phone against the wind, and pressed the dial button.

It wasn't until he actually used it that Ling Mo understood what Sun Zeya meant by the bad signal...

"Nimma, this shit-like signal... Hey! Hey!"

Seeing Ling Mo walk around holding the phone and yelling, Li Wei couldn't help but give Zhang Er a hand.

After Zhang Er turned around, she whispered in fear: "What is he doing? There will be no signal tomorrow..."

"How would I know? In short, we can't leave him even if we don't see the military personnel he mentioned!" Zhang Er said.

"Yeah!" Li Wei also nodded emphatically.

Ling Mo searched for a signal for several minutes before finally hearing a very cold female voice on the phone: "Hi, hello, Falcon Camp."

"Hello, this is Sun Zeya..."

Before Ling Mo finished speaking, the female voice replied, "I know who you are, Mr. Ling Moling, right? Hello, I'm the liaison officer of Falcon Camp. Do you want to accept the mission?"

"Your outpost has been built?" Ling Mo was a little surprised.

"Not yet, but there are currently three teams in X City, all of which can trade with you."

The liaison officer's voice sounded up and down, and it sounded very interesting. Ling Mo thought that she should also look good.

"Really? So what's your mission now?"

Ling Mo asked curiously.

There was a sound of turning over the notebook from the receiver, and then the voice of the liaison officer rang again: "Our general staff wants to talk to you, may I ask you?"

"Uh... yes."

Ling Mo froze for a moment.

General Staff? Should be the boss of Falcon Camp, right?

Ling Mo immediately became interested. What kind of person would the general staff be able to set up a camp when all order collapsed? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to () to vote, monthly ticket, your support is the author's greatest motivation.)