Page (1/3)

Yan Li looked at Wang Xueling's face and felt a little dazed for a moment.

She has met people like Wang Xueling before. She likes to wear black gothic-style skirts and always has jingling skull accessories on her body.

He is dressed like a moldy mushroom in a dark corner, but he is as enthusiastic as the 40-degree sun on the equator.

There was no 7856 at that time, and she was the electronic technical support for these combatants.

When she died, she was just like Wang Xueling today, her face was covered in blood, but she smiled and showed her white teeth.

She was also seventeen or eighteen that year, as old as the boy in front of her who was about to take the college entrance examination.

No one knows her name, and Yan Li only knows her code name: Crow.

Yan Li thought and put her arms around Wang Xueling's waist to prevent him from drifting away along the ocean current.

She regained her composure, flapped her wings again, carefully estimated her speed, and adapted to the new changes in her body.

She can’t “hit the wall” again.

After all, who knows if you will run into an enemy's sword and gun uncontrollably next time.

Wang Xueling was dragged by Yan Li, looking around excitedly, covering her mouth, so fast!

It was like riding a roller coaster. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold it back and would scream.

Yan Li tried it several times. After he was completely familiar with it, he stopped. When he looked back, he saw that the white jellyfish chariot was already some distance away from them.

"Sister Li, are you a policeman or a soldier? You know how to use a gun. In China, only military policemen or gangsters can use thermal weapons."

Yan Li was about to take Wang Xueling back when she heard him suddenly whisper into her ear.

She looked at Wang Xueling without changing her expression.

The excitement on the young man's face was gone now, and there was a bit of loneliness in his clear and stupid eyes.

"My mother is a policeman, so I can feel it, and you must be too. I know I am shameless to say this, but I don't know who I can ask for help. If possible, can you take Monitor Song home?"

Yan Li asked calmly, "Do you like Song Zihan?"

Wang Xueling's face turned slightly red, "She is excellent, good-looking, good at studying, and has a good personality. Nine out of ten boys in our class like her."

He said, lowering his eyes, "I also like her very much, but I won't tell her."

"Don't say that he only has half of it left now. Even if he was intact, he would not explain his feelings to Song Zihan.

People like her will go to a better place, and she should also be in a better place.

"I don't know what your next plan is, but I have also read novels. This is the end of the world, and there are dangers everywhere in the dungeon. Sooner or later we will have casualties. If someone must die, please don't hesitate to put me first and her last."

Yan Li did not expect Wang Xueling to say such a thing.

“Obviously he was still so careless and heartless before. Page (1/3)