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ii Rush, the road of blood baptism Chapter 119 [We hate to meet each other without changing]

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    Standing at the door with his back to the room, his mind was still blank at this time, his whole body was stiff and numb, and he couldn't even bend his fingers.

    He turned a deaf ear to the screams of the middle-aged man and the explosion of the wall being broken. The only thing that echoed in his mind was Yalin's low scream.

    This scream caused the pillars of survival that had always been there to collapse. Even the one standing in front of him waving his little hands call him in"

    The woman's suicide didn't seem to have much impact on Yalin. Her eyes still looked dull and blank, and she huddled in the corner very quietly, wearing the coat Chen Mo gave her.  And she was buttoning up the buttons extremely slowly while speaking to Chen Mo word for word.

    Chen Mo sighed secretly in his heart, gently closed the eyelids of the woman in front of him, then quickly pulled out the Destruction Knife, turned around, jumped off the big bed, and walked towards the door.  In fact, both he and Cangqiong had expected this result. However, some things could not be predicted or solved perfectly.  And things like this that are bound to happen can indeed only be faced by oneself.

    "Xiaoyou, go take a look." When Chen Mo passed by him, his mind was actually blank, but Chen Mo's words made him turn around subconsciously and slowly walked into the bloody living room.  middle.

    He originally thought that when he saw Yalin, he would be shocked or surprised, but when his eyes finally landed on Yalin, he realized that his emotions did not fluctuate much.

    When the sight appeared, Yalin's head, which had been lowered, was slightly raised, her eyes looked quickly, and then she lowered her head again.

    "You're still alive" Yalin whispered to herself, her body was shocked, her nose was sore, and a line of tears fell involuntarily.

    This sentence shocked my soul greatly, but I was speechless.  He felt as if there were many words in his heart that he wanted to say, but when it came to his mouth, they all seemed pale and weak.

    Yalin¡¯s trembling hands finally buttoned the last button, and stood up slowly while holding on to the wall. Then she stood there and used her hands to comb her hair that was messed up by the middle-aged man.  Seeing this, he couldn't help but take a step forward, only to see Yalin raise her head, a smile suddenly appeared on her pure and charming face.

    Looking at Yalin, who was smiling like a flower, he couldn't help but froze for a moment. However, in the short moment when he was stunned, Yalin had already used all the strength she had accumulated for a long time to flip out of the window behind her, her posture still the same.  Graceful, as if doing a simple dance move, lowering the waist.

    But as her figure flashed out of the window, his heart suddenly felt like being hit by a truck, and there was a sharp pain. He didn't know how he let out a shrill scream, and how he threw himself on it.  window.  If Chen Mo hadn't appeared in time after hearing the noise and dragged him back from the window, maybe he would have jumped right after.

    Half an hour later, Chen Mo and others quickly left the place after sorting out all the supplies in the camp.  As for the remaining survivors, Chen Mo finally chose to let them go.  In his words, it is not easy for anyone to survive in the apocalypse. As long as he does not hit his knife edge, he will not take the initiative to take action.

    However, what Chen Mo didn't say was that the deeper reason was that when he looked at him with a dull face but deep pain in his eyes, he suddenly felt a touch.  He thought of himself

    "Everyone living in this world has the experience of watching someone they care about die in front of them, and there is nothing they can do."

    Qing Qiong looked at the man who was following behind him mechanically, and suddenly took out a pack of cigarettes and even a high-end lighter from his bag.  He found both of these things from the Dexin Community Camp.  The brand of cigarettes is not good, but now it is a luxury to smoke.  He handed one to him, lit it for him, and then stuffed the cigarette and lighter into Chen Mo.

    "Don't you want one?" Chen Mo lit a cigarette and asked Cang Qiong, feeling the stimulation of the long-lost smoke entering his lungs.

    Qingqiong shook his head and said with a smile: "Assassins never smoke. Otherwise, how can you work if you smell like cigarettes?"

    "That's right." Chen Mo smiled slightly and turned around to look.  For me, this day may be the most cruel day that he has encountered since the end of the world, and the day that makes him feel most powerless.  People die every day in the apocalypse, but that doesn't mean that you will become numb to death if you see it too much.

    It was obviously his first time smoking. He glanced at Chen Mo, held the cigarette in his hand and took a sip. He suddenly choked and coughed, and tears flowed down his face.

    At this time, Chen Mo and others were walking by the river, with the breeze blowing on their faces. The environment was more than a hundred times better than the dirty and bloody streets.  See squattingOn the ground, holding the cigarette butt in his hand, he just started crying. Chen Mo held back the restrained crying that wanted to speak, but the only sound was the whistling wind blowing in his ears.  Chen Mo looked at his twitching body and clenched his fists fiercely. A trace of pain suddenly flashed through his eyes that had remained calm

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