Chapter 75: : Not open

Wei Yan's legs shook suddenly, and the tightly held hand bones were suddenly thrown away, and he fell heavily to the ground, and finally broke into dregs.
Zheng Quzhi was busy running and didn't pay attention, but Yang Huaian saw it. For a moment, he was a little stunned. A bone was torn on his arm, and red blood poured out. The other corpses became more excited when they heard the smell of blood. Surge towards Yanghuai'an.
The little girl ghost on the pile of corpses also jumped up excitedly, with a distorted expression on her face. She stuck out her tongue and picked up the corner of her mouth, seeming to recall the blood she drank when she took a bite on his hand before.
Zheng Quzhi suddenly turned around during the thunder and lightning.
Yang Huai'an was already surrounded by the corpses. Even though he was constantly waving the iron rod, he still couldn't stop the corpse's attack. His body was pierced by the corpses in several places, which was different from the smell before. It was alive and invigorating. The smell of blood.
There seemed to be something exploded in Zheng Quzhi's head, and his legs kept shaking. In his consciousness, there was a voice calling him to leave, but looking at the scene before him, his legs couldn't move a step.
"You go first!" Yang Huai'an didn't know how to see Zheng Quzhi who stopped again, enduring the pain of being bitten by the disgusting corpse, he shouted in a dumb voice.
At least...at least two...
At least, he did his duty.
"Fuck it!" Zheng Quzhi's eyes were red. He was always afraid of death, but he couldn't let go when he saw this scene. I don't know where the courage came from, he put Wei Yan on the ground, and he rushed over like a life-threatening corpse, learning Wei Yan's appearance and kicking the corpse yearning for him.
Unexpectedly, his kick actually kicked a large corpse out and hit the wall heavily. There was a howl in the corridor, and the corpse was rolling on the ground in pain.
But Zheng Quzhi's move did not know whether it was shocking to those corpses or what, the corpses that were gnawing around Yang Huai'an actually fell down quickly and ran back quickly.
Even standing by and watching, the little girl changed her complexion and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Yang Huaian rolled his eyes and fell down with a thud.
Zheng Quzhi:! ! ! !
Why did he leave him sober again? ? ? Do you want to be so awesome? ? ! ! !
He seemed to be left alone in the entire world, even the corpses on the ground and the evil spirits who were watching from the sidelines all disappeared. Zheng Quzhi took a deep breath and looked at the two people lying on the ground.
He just kicked, how could he scare all the dirty things away? Isn't it... what kind of boss is he actually? ? That's why Wei Yan wants to keep him in Wei's house? ?
Staring at Comrade Lamb's dirty face for a long while, Zheng Quzhi thought wildly.
"come."
With some commanding voices suddenly sounded, Zheng Quzhi was stunned and turned back sharply. I saw that Wei Yan, who was still lying just now, actually sat up, his tone still indifferent, but staring at him seriously.
"Mr. Wei!" Zheng Quzhi almost shed tears, he said how the dirty stuff was afraid of himself, it turned out that the real boss woke up!
"Are you okay? Shouldn't you faint again later? Can you take us out?" Zheng Quzhihong asked a few questions with his eyes on Wei Yan's side.
"Shut up." Wei Yan lowered his eyes, still without blood on his pale face. Wei Yanmu pursed his lips while trying to move his fingers.
Zheng Quzhi saw Wei Yan's reluctance to say more, he hesitated for a while, untied the plastic bag and threw it away. He quickly ran to the lamb and sniffed.
Fortunately, Comrade Xiao Yang just passed out.
There were a lot of blood on his face, Zheng Quzhi gave a gloomy tut, and he would wipe it clean when he stretched out his hand.
"Stay away from him."
Wei Yan's indifferent voice rang again, Zheng Quzhi moved for a while, and then asked him puzzledly: "Why?"
Wei Yan sneered, "He is yang, you are yin, and yin and yang inhibit each other..."
This is what he said before. If Zheng Quzhi and Yanghuai'an were far away, those evil spirits would definitely not dare to approach Yanghuai'an. After all, the Yang Qi was so heavy, drinking his blood would be like drinking poison.
It happened that he stayed with people like him and Zheng Quzhi all the time. His yang pressure couldn't match Zheng Quzhi's yin qi, and finally weakened his yang qi. Instead, he became the most attractive person to evil spirits.
It's good, so that the attention of those evil spirits was in Yanghuai An, but Zheng Quzhi even leaned forward by himself, obviously he had already spoken to remind.
Thinking of this, his eyes were cold again, and he looked up at him: "Behind me."
"What?" Zheng Quzhi suspected that he hadn't heard clearly. When Wei Yan passed out in a coma, it didn't matter if he was carrying him to death, but isn't Wei Yan now sober?
"The life-deliverer used too much...strength, now I can't move." Wei Yan explained with a cold face, a little impatient in his tone. He was extremely unhappy, and his gaze at Xiang Yang Huaian was even more indifferent.
Had it not been for the appearance of Yang Huai'an, he might not have been weak enough to be carried by others.
After receiving this explanation, Zheng Quzhi uttered a cry, nodded faintly, and looked at Comrade Xiaoyang a little tangledly, with a distressed expression on his face: "But Xiaoyang is dizzy."
"Why, otherwise you go out with him behind your back, and I'm sitting here?" The coldness in Wei Yan's eyes became more obvious, besides that, there was an expression of unknown meaning.
Zheng Quzhi thought for a while, got up and walked towards Comrade Xiaoyang. Wei Yan's face changed suddenly, and the dark surge in his eyes was almost uncontrollable. As soon as it was about to break out, he saw Zheng Quzhi dragging people toward him.
Wei Yan narrowed his eyebrows, hiding his expression. I guessed what he wanted to do in my heart, but said coldly: "Get him farther."
Zheng Quzheng said, and pulled the lamb over Wei Yan and walked in the direction of the stairs. Having dragged him to the top of the stairs, Zheng Quzhi was relieved as if he collapsed, and looked back at Wei Yan.
Wei Yan was still sitting there, looking at him, looking at him seriously. Zheng Quzhi looked back at the past frankly, Wei Yan's soberness made him feel more secure, and his joking thoughts began to rise.
"Mr. Wei, you are so good, do you want to go back by yourself?" he said with a beating.
"Really?" Wei Yan didn't change his face as Zheng Quzhi imagined, and withdrew his gaze calmly, cherishing the words like gold: "OK."
After speaking, he shook his hands on the ground and stood up, turning around and walking in the opposite direction.
This action directly changed Zheng Quzhi's face. He rushed over at a speed of 100 meters and grabbed Wei Yan's arm. The expression on his face was helpless and crying: "Thank you, I'm afraid of you. No jokes."
Wei Yan pursed his lips, leaned on his shoulders, breathing on his neck, and said solemnly, "Well, you can't drive."
This ancestor! ! !
Zheng Quzhi grinds his teeth and endures the depression. Moving aside, he grasped one of Wei Yan's arm, his voice did not fluctuate: "Go ahead."