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- "Captain, why are you awake so early?"
When I woke up early in the morning, I found that Chen Mo had already stood up and sat on the window sill, holding the destruction knife in his arms. He opened a corner of the curtain with one hand and looked out the window quietly.
Under the early morning sunlight, Chen Mo's face seemed much better than yesterday, with a hint of blood in his pale face. Those eyes that had always been indifferent were looking out the window, seeming to have an expression that they had never seen before.
It seems that there is no usual sense and indifference
He sat there, like an ordinary young student, holding his book and looking out the window during his morning self-study.
¡°When I saw this scene, I felt my heart was shaken. Chen Mo's desperate fighting look overlapped with his actions at this time, and he suddenly felt that this was the real Chen Mo, an ordinary human being struggling in the apocalypse.
Like him, Chen Mo must have experienced fear, sadness, and pain.
This made him suddenly feel a sense of intimacy. He suddenly felt that he might not be that far away from Chen Mo. After peeling off the outer layer of being crazy about fighting, Chen Mo was actually the same as him.
Just looking at Chen Mo, another question suddenly came to mind. There is Yalin in his heart as a concern and motivation, so what is the spiritual support behind Chen Mo's growth?
Chen Mo naturally didn¡¯t know that his unintentional actions in the morning caused so many thoughts. For him, he just took advantage of the short time alone when no one was awake to seriously think about some issues.
After a night's use of blood beads and blue beads, Chen Mo's physical strength has recovered by half. The biggest injury he suffered was originally exceeding the limit of his physical strength, but with the nourishment of the blue beads, he was able to move independently after one night.
Of course, a fierce battle may not be possible for the time being.
At this time, Chen Mo was staring out the window at the messy streets, thinking about last night's battle and results.
The battle at school last night was the most difficult of all the battles Chen Mo had ever encountered. If it weren't for Hailan and Haitian Huangque behind them, Chen Mo and Cang Qiong might have perished by now.
The journey of survival is indeed full of dangers.
But in this kind of struggle and battle that exceeded his own limits, Chen Mo also gained some insights, especially the use of his own abilities, and he also gained a better understanding. Chen Mo believes that after several more practical trainings, he will become more proficient in using his abilities, and his combat effectiveness will also be improved to a certain extent.
Although the battle between life and death is cruel, it will make people progress. If Chen Mo were given the choice, he would not hesitate to choose to gradually become stronger in the struggle of life and death.
Only after such a struggle to survive can one become a strong man who can control one's own life and death and control one's own destiny!
And in this battle, Chen Mo believes that the cohesion of the team has become more stable, and the trust between each other is gradually deepening.
If there is anything else that makes Chen Mo feel stuck in his throat, firstly, he has initially gained combat effectiveness. Chen Mo has even increased the force fields of Shenluo Tianzheng and Wanxiang Tianyin to three levels. Even if it is a calculation, the Dark Team actually has no Loss.
But as soon as he thought of this, he climbed up from the sofa and called himself. Only then did he come back to his senses, turned his eyes away from the street, turned his head and nodded: "Morning."
While laughing, he rubbed his eyes, opened his mouth and yawned, stood up and walked towards the kitchen: "I'm going to cook a bag of eight-treasure porridge I got yesterday. The amount is a bit small. I'll add more water. Eat it with dry food. Captain, do you want some water? How about I make you a cup of coffee first?"
"Eight-treasure porridge? Good stuff I won't drink the water. Go and get busy." Chen Mo was a little surprised. When he was sorting out the loot last night, he didn't pay much attention. At this time, I couldn't help but feel a little happy when I heard that I could actually eat eight-treasure porridge.
Being able to drink a steaming bowl of eight-treasure porridge is really a great enjoyment. Thinking of this, Chen Mo felt that in addition to being a combat member, he was also a good logistician.
And when I got up early in the morning, I said hello and started cooking without any resistance at all. Obviously, signing the ability user contract did not place any psychological burden on him, nor did it make him feel particularly uncomfortable.
This also made Chen Mo relieved. It is naturally the best to have such a result. The contract only serves as a constraint. If we really want everyone to trust each other and never let them down, we must also rely on the life-and-death friendship established when fighting side by side. This is more reliable than any contract.
Chen Mo looked back and saw that Qiang Qiong and the others were still awake at this time, in the quiet coffee shop.??You can still hear their even breathing.
Chen Mo knew that their bodies were just like his, they were all too tired. Although they had not reached the level of exceeding his own limit, they still needed a lot of rest to restore their physical strength. At the same time, they were more or less injured, and they all fell asleep very soundly after taking the medicine.
Especially Ye Lian, she was curled up on the sofa like a kitten, with the blanket on her body half lifted, revealing half of her arm like a snow lotus root. There was also a longbow broken into two pieces on the table in front of her. Her other hand was resting on the arrow box on the ground, as if she was planning to take out arrows at any time to respond to the enemy.
Her pink lips were slightly open, with a glistening trace of saliva hanging on her lips. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she didn't know if she had a sweet dream.
But just when Chen Mo was about to turn around and continue looking out the window, his eyes suddenly froze for a moment, and then suddenly became sharp: "I was careless."
He immediately jumped down from the window sill and walked around the cafe silently, then frowned and looked at the blocked staircase. After thinking for a moment, Chen Mo took the Destruction Knife and walked towards the corridor leading to the warehouse.
When he walked to the door of the warehouse, Chen Mo heard a faint voice coming from inside. It seemed that the person who made the voice lowered the tone intentionally, and it was a little unclear. He could probably hear a monotonous "Ho! Ho!" sound.
This made Chen Mo's guess go wrong. He frowned, listened close to the door for a while, then held the handle of the knife and gently pushed the door open.
The door was pushed open quietly. In the dim light, Chen Mo could vaguely see a tall and slim figure standing in the middle of the warehouse. He seemed to be holding something like a stick, and his arms kept repeating mechanical movements. Swinging action underground.
"Song Ling" As Chen Mo's eyes gradually adapted to the light, the situation in the warehouse completely entered Chen Mo's field of vision.
After discovering that Song Ling was missing in the coffee shop, he originally had some bad associations. But when he saw Song Ling's appearance, Chen Mo felt that Song Ling had really changed.
At this moment, Song Ling was dripping with sweat, and her T-shirt was soaked with sweat. It was wrapped tightly around her body, outlining her extremely devilish figure.
She bit her ponytail in her mouth and held an iron pipe removed from the stool. After lifting it high, she repeated the motion of forward and downward swings, then backing up and lifting again.
Not only that, what made Chen Mo's heart skip a beat was that there were two flour bags hanging on Song Ling's slender arms, which seemed to contain some sundries. The rope, which was not too wide, was tied around her arm and had sunk into her flesh. She didn't know how much it weighed.
She bit her ponytail tightly, sweat dripping down her cheeks every time she completed her downward swing. But her eyes were very determined, as if what she shed was not her own sweat, nor was what she was consuming.
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