Chapter 1432: The Last Strike (1)

I was still kissing me and Lei Shao the moment before, Xia Qiu had returned to peter the moment after.
"The task completion index is 100% ..."
"Small attack he index 100% ..."
"Emotional clearance, progress: 1% ... 10% ... 100%, clearance is complete!"
Has the mission been completed? Xia Qiu was still wondering if Li Xu, who had given up this time, would have failed in this judgment, but fortunately this was not the case.
Emotional clearance, calm Xia Qiu.
Each task will continue.
Needless to say, this is a process that has to go, and Xia Qiu has no opinion.
But please do n’t let her get involved in the body of the dying again and again.
Xia Qiu had a facing peter in his heart.
The whole body is hot, especially the head. Xia Qiu can feel that the body's forehead can definitely fry eggs.
She was weak, that is to say, she was unlucky. She could not move at this moment, and she was extremely hungry.
It felt like I hadn't eaten for three days.
I want to open my eyes, but unfortunately, I do n’t have the strength. Fortunately, my ears are so good that I heard someone slamming the door hard.
That movement is not like knocking on the door, but more like a robber entering the room.
Not right, the body is too poor, and the plot cannot be accepted.
Therefore, she does not currently know her identity and environment.
But at this moment, Xia Qiu intuitively reacted, and he should hide away, taking a medicine is better.
Concentrating all your strengths, the talents of civil and military all-rounders are always lit, indicating that they are useful.
Beating the inner interest, there was only one loss. Fortunately, Xia Qiu opened his eyes and was able to control his body.
There was a stench under the gray sky, and the smell came from outside.
Xia Qiu, whose stomach was empty, looked around where he was, less than ten square meters of bedroom, a wardrobe, a desk, a laptop, dozens of books, and a single bed of 1.2 meters.
There is a protective fence on the window. Xia Qiu subconsciously felt that this thing should be the first or second floor, but he barely walked to the window, leaving sweat beads on Xia Qiu's hot head.
This is about thirty layers, Xia Qiu scored the slow moving things downstairs.
It was a zombie, she was in the last days.
The door outside the house was still being smashed. Xia Qiu opened the bedroom door and looked at his environment weakly.
One bedroom, one living room, at most 50 square meters, and not a single apartment model.
After a walk, I found some stale bread in the refrigerator and swallowed it with mineral water.
Packed all the food in the room, opened the gaps in the ceiling, brought blankets and quilts, etc., and hid directly in the ceiling of the bathroom.
There are so many zombies, and her current access point, no matter how you think about it, will also be part of the plot, so hiding yourself first is right.
It's not good to say that hiding on the top of the bathroom and eating, but can't take care of so much.
Xia Qiu was a little flustered, always felt that if she didn't hide, she would definitely find something bad.
The plot, the plot, the memory, the memory, in the case of nothing, it is the right thing to do to protect yourself.
Sure enough, as Xia Qiu expected, the door was slammed open, and three big men came in, tumbling.
One of the bearded men broke into the bedroom and scolded again and again: "That little slap scammed us, there is no one at all."