Chapter 560 Who Too Many Girls?

"Look around again, and be careful to dig out your eyes!" The old-fashioned Cong Axin sternly said when he saw the short man with mischievous eyebrows.

"Who looked at it randomly, I'm just a little tired. It was too thrilling just now, I almost thought I was dead." The short man sat on the ground with his buttocks, looking like the money he earned was not worth it.

"It wouldn't have been so embarrassing, but the rain delayed the dawn." Mo Fan said.

Not to mention the amazing fighting power of the knife and ax corpse general, and the ability to call undead swarms to attack, I thought there was hope to kill the big corpse, but it was almost drowned by the flood of undead!

This land of the undead is indeed terrifying, and with their such strong strength, they are almost wiped out.

"We still don't want to rush on a rainy day, gray garlic has no effect." The strong man said seriously.

"If it keeps raining, we can't hide here forever?" Mo Fan said.

"Then we can only wait and see...By the way, if you have scars on your body, you should deal with it quickly. A small claw mark needs to be dealt with. The undead are all carrying corpse poison. It doesn't take a few hours for those skin trauma It will fester into a large piece!" said the experienced short man.

"Do we have to wait for the two of them to change before changing? They are all old men. Just take it off. It's so cold and wet." Mo Fan suggested.

Only then did everyone feel that Mo Fan was right, so they quickly took off all their clothes and took out new clothes from their sealed packages.

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The crackling sound of the bonfire from time to time made the whole cave less silent. Everyone was exhausted after the battle. After treating their wounds and changing their dry clothes, they all lay down on the dry grass to rest, exhausted. do not want to talk.

The black silk girl Meng'e has put on a veil again, this time it is a more charming purple, covering her gorgeous face that can directly attract people's souls.

"What are you doing in the land of the dead?" Mo Fan asked casually.

Meng'e, a woman in black silk, blinked her eyes, and with a faint and charming smile, said softly: "Here is a colleague who doesn't fit in, I need to come and talk to him."

"Oh, which organization are you from?" Mo Fan continued to ask.

"Parthenon."

"I seem to have heard of it.

"Mo Fan thought about it.

"Well, quite famous." The black silk woman Meng'a nodded.

"You are not a saint, a goddess, or a princess. I always watch TV dramas like this, and you will also visit privately with a veil and clothes." Mo Fan laughed, chatting with the black silk woman Meng'a .

Meng'a does not belong to that kind of ice-cold type, even though the whole person exudes an elegant temperament like otherworldly fireworks, she answers all questions.

When she heard Mo Fan's groundless speculation, she couldn't help but shook her head with a smile and said, "I'm not that holy. Wearing a veil is just a personal preference, and I think it's beautiful."

"The air in China is not good, PM2.5, do you know... It's useless to wear a veil, and even a mask doesn't work." Mo Fan said.

Meng'e smiled softly, her charming and holy vibrato in this small cave was extraordinarily beautiful and intriguing.

The short man sat on the side, looking at Mo Fan and Meng'a teasing with resentment.

Finally unable to bear it, he pulled Mo Fan over and said in a low voice, "Brother, at least I found this woman first, can you pay attention."

"Brother, you pretend to be a pure boy, and you still care about other people licking their faces?" Mo Fan responded unceremoniously.

Meng'e is already very attractive, coupled with her mysterious and elusive identity, Mo Fan, as a normal man, why can't he communicate with others? It can be seen that this woman still likes to be with a handsome man like himself. And chat with knowledgeable oriental men!

"You brought one yourself, how about taking care of other people's feelings, and let me give this dream to me?" the short man whispered.

"Crazy, who has a lot of idle girls. It's not easy for others to come to China. Let her experience the romance and humor of Chinese men." Mo Fan snapped at the short boy.

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The heavy rain continued, and the whole Huacun was shrouded in a hazy rain curtain.

The gray sky, the gray earth, and a lonely village stand between the sky and the earth, no matter how many colors there are, they will be completely diluted. /p>

However, fortunately, the village is old and ancient, and the wooden houses are built very carefully. They know how to prevent moisture from penetrating in, and how to keep the cold wind out of the yard. Whether each wooden house has a courtyard or is small, there is only one room inside. As long as the fire is lit, it will be extremely warm.

"Stupid, I have to go pick it in heavy rain. You see, you drenched yourself, come in and warm yourself..." A delicate girl in her twenties stood under the eaves, stomping her feet coquettishly, with an inexplicable expression on her flushed cheeks. Is it blame or shyness.

Under the heavy rain, a thin young man walked up to the door ladder with a silly smile on his face, as if he was afraid that he would dirty the house with mud and water, so he dared not enter the house.

"Come in quickly, what should you do if your body is frozen, you still have so many hidden wounds on your body." Su Xiaoluo dragged the skinny young man into the room at once, and quickly helped him to untie his clothes halfway. , found the thin young man's bare arms and several shocking scars on his chest, stomped his feet again, and pouted, "Take it off yourself, I've taken care of you for so long, it's not like I haven't seen your body before!"

The thin young man scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly.

I hurried to the house and changed into a suit of clothes. They were all coarse linen clothes, but they were very warm.

"These herbs are enough. Alas, the corpse gas in Xianchi area is so heavy. When it rains heavily, the corpse poison will be mixed into the wet rain at once, causing several villages to suffer from severe typhoid fever. It's okay, my lord, I can survive for a while." , It’s just suffering those children and the elderly, their physique is weak...I won’t take care of you, I have to get the medicine out quickly.” Su Xiaoluo smiled at the skinny young man, and went to the other side of the room Pounded medicine.

The thin young man was sitting by the fire, smiling silly at her.

Su Xiaoluo was very angry, and muttered: "I just know that I am smirking, but you have to think about who you are, you, a big boy, can't live in my house like this, others will say... gossip."

Su Xiaoluo's voice became smaller and smaller, and she always felt embarrassed to say that.

"Forget it, just sit here and think about it."

After Su Xiaoluo said this, she turned and left, but she turned around after walking a few steps, glanced at the shocking wound on the skinny young man from the back of his head to his face, and couldn't help but sighed softly.

I don't know what he went through. When he was rescued, he suffered countless injuries, and what was even more astonishing was the severe blow to the head that almost opened the shell!

Fortunately, he met himself, she is a medical girl, otherwise he would have died.