Chapter 737: Xia Jiu of the Doomsday World (52)

Dried fruit seems to have a charm all of a sudden, pinching him, uncontrollably, Bunuo puts the fruit in his mouth.
The air-dried fruit had just entered the mouth, and now it turned into a clear stream, and slid straight down the throat all the way into Bruno's belly.
The soberness felt straight into the brain, as if all the mist was blown away in an instant, and the burning temperature on the heart subsided.
The misty blue eyes, the scarlet color slowly faded, a little bit clear and deep.
Covering his own heart and squinting his eyes, Buno was sincerely grateful to the slender woman for the first time.
"Xia Jiu, how are you doing?"
He asked quietly in his heart.
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With the mountains against the back of the snowfield, the killing in front of them gradually came to an end.
Blood and corpses piled up throughout the valley, and a thin layer of snow had originally melted at this time.
Corpse pit.
Looking at the tragic situation in front of him, Xia Qiu suddenly thought of the word.
This valley looks peaceful, but it is actually a Huangquan Road.
Faintly heavy breathing, awake from the manic and bloodthirsty state, and the surviving psionicists looked blankly at their side.
Maybe there are comrades they promised, or maybe they have brothers who are like brothers and feet in the blood on their hands ...
But now, all these people have fallen into a pool of blood.
A thin layer of blood mist covered the eyes of the psionicists, and the internal collapse caused a negative emotion to slowly contaminate their soul fire.
Xia Qiu frowned and looked at all this. This is the field of Li Zhe. Then only Li Zhe is willing to see everything happening here clearly, so her little movement can only be more careful and cautious.
"let's go."
Looking at some of the silent and kneeling psionicists, the boss lifted the blood-stained earth wall. The three big men followed behind Xia Qiu and silently went to the exit of Xuegu.
With Xia Qiu taking the lead, the survivors also gradually moved.
One by one, no one held the group anymore, they followed Xia Qiu silently, and then went towards the silver light spot together.
There were only fifty or sixty survivors, but there were one hundred silver dots. At this time, everyone naturally did not have a struggle to fight.
"Wait a minute!" The cold wind blew again from the snowy field, and unknowingly had become the leader followed by all the psionicists. Xia Qiu looked at the white front and stopped suddenly.
Those moving black spots came to an abrupt end.
"I'm tired, get a shelter from the wind, take a break." Xia Qiu looked at the boss and second child beside him.
A wall of earth and ice slowly condensed with abilities, cleared a small piece of snow, and Xia Qiu sat down cross-legged, three men guarding her.
From that tragedy, slowly returned to life. The surviving psionicists looked at Xia Qiu in front of them, but no one said to surpass her, and rushed past by themselves. Instead, they sat down one by one, mimicking Xia Qiu Start to rest.
There seemed to be less than a mile from those hundred silver dots. Everyone thought that everyone present could get the dots, so they were willing to wait.
But suddenly contacting Bunuo, the smell of killing from the wind, let Xia Qiu understand the seemingly peaceful road ahead, and it will not be peaceful.
Bruno was in front of them. It was a relatively flat land, but in front of them, the powerists faced hundreds of zombie kings who had evolved to the fifth level after the slaughter.