Call Me God of War

    The room was ventilated and the smell dissipated quickly.

    After Mo Qingqing went to bed with that woman, she was bored and had to go to bed early.

    She slept in a daze and felt that someone was calling her. When she opened her eyes, she saw a light outside the tent, and a dark shadow of a human figure was reflected on her tent.

    Mo Qingqing was so frightened that she screamed "ah-", grabbed the watermelon knife placed beside the pillow and opened the tent zipper, she saw a black and dirty man The filthy ghostly woman sat outside the tent. The watermelon knife in her hand had already landed on the ghost's shadow's shoulder. If she hadn't been so frightened and her hands were shaking so badly, she would have chopped it off.

    The "ghost" sitting by the tent calmly turned his head to look at the trembling watermelon knife around his neck, and said weakly, "Is there anything to eat? Hungry."

    Only then did Mo Qingqing realize who this "ghost" was, took the watermelon knife, and shouted angrily: "You don't know that scaring people will scare people to death! In case I am frightened, If I kill you, what should I do if I sleep and have nightmares later?"

    The woman said again: "Hungry."

    She is very weak and her voice is very soft, against the sound of howling and howling outside the house, her dirty and black skin, and the stench on her body, Mo Qingqing has a feeling of bumping into a ghost or encountering a ghost. To the illusion of a corpse. Her hair was standing on end, and she couldn't help shaking. She timidly put her finger in front of the woman's nose, felt breathing, and let out an earth-shattering roar: "Do you know how scary you are now! You are not afraid of getting fat when you eat supper in the middle of the night, you—" After roaring, I saw the woman's face so thin that it was the size of a slap, and when I saw her staring at him with black and white eyes, her eyes were like autumn water, with a hint of coolness, which was inexplicably a little intimidating. Mo Qingqing swallowed the following words, and got up in a hopeless manner, took out the flour from her backpack and cooked roux for her.

    The woman's voice came again: "I want meat."

      He looked at her intently, his eyes fixed on him, like a ghost that haunts him. Mo Qingqing made up her mind, it would be terrible if this woman starved to death and haunted her. She quickly unpacked the vacuum-packed sweet sausages and threw them into the pot to cook with the Sprite batter.

    The outdoor pot was full of sprite batter sausages, and the woman ate it all with a spoon without even frowning.

    Mo Qingqing's eyes widened. She was very worried that the woman would die, so she reached out and touched the woman's stomach, and asked, "Aren't you going to support it?" When she touched it, she felt a flat surface, and even moving up a little, she touched the ribs.

    The woman said, "Boil another pot."

    Mo Qingqing exclaimed: "What?"

    The woman repeated: "Boil another pot."

    Mo Qingqing was afraid. She thought to herself, "This woman is definitely not a human being." She wanted to grab her backpack and run away immediately. However, the wind outside told her that if she ran out at this moment, she would definitely die outside. Mo Qingqing had to cook another pot of Sprite batter sweet sausage for the woman.

    The woman ate the two pots of Sprite Batter Sweet Sausage and lay back in the tent.

    Mo Qingqing was woken up by the fright, and she had no sleepiness. She returned to the sheltered tent, holding a flashlight in her left hand and a watermelon knife in her right hand, and played left and right in a boring fight.

    The woman's voice came from the tent: "Wind Qingran."

    Mo Qingqing didn't hear clearly, "Ah" and asked, "What?"

    Mo Qingqing said "uh" and asked, "Ran Muzhiqi?"

    The woman gave a "hmm" and explained: "The eyes are so beautiful, so beautiful that the eyes almost burn."

    Mo Qingqing looked sideways, she secretly slandered: You are so beautiful that you are so beautiful that your eyes almost burn.

    Mo Qingqing threw down the flashlight and made a gesture of inserting her eyes.

    Feng Qingran asked: "What's your name?"

    Mo Qingqing said: "Mo Qingqing, inexplicably Mo, Qingqing, my dear."

    Feng Qingran didn't speak any more, and the room became quiet again.

    When Mo Qingqing woke up, the wind had stopped and the sky was bright.

    She came out of the tent and saw that the plants outside the house had grown a lot taller, and the ghost hand vine seedlings appeared at the door. She went to the store to get a shovel, shoveled out the seedlings of ghost hand vines by the roots, and cleaned up the plants that could be cleaned at the door.

    She returned to the house after finishing her work, and saw Feng Qingran coming out of the tent.

    Feng Qingran's hair is very long, and it reaches her waist. But I don't know how long she hasn't washed her hair, and her hair is so greasy and greasy that it almost turns into noodles. Compared to his hair, Feng Qingran's skin was as black as his face, and except for the whites of his eyes and teeth, all that was left was black.

    Mo Qingqing thought to herself: Bringing an African over to Hefeng Qing is more dark than black, I don't know who wins and who loses.

    Feng Qingran, who was dying yesterday, is now able to walk, but her feet are weak and weak.

    Feng Qingran stood at the door and looked outside, and said to Mo Qingqing, "stay for another day, we will leave tomorrow."

    Mo Qingqing whispered: "Who wants to go with you." She can't afford a woman who eats two pots of rice for one meal. She said, "I see that you have the energy to go. I'll leave you two packs of food and a bottle of water. I still have something to do. I'll go first." The vacuum-packed meat was taken out of the mountaineering bag and placed on the cashier counter, and he began to pack his luggage and prepare for the journey.

    Feng Qingran said: "Bring a tent, it can block the wind at night."

    Mo Qingqing felt that Feng Qingran was right, so she went to the warehouse to find a tent to bring. She was worried that Feng Qingran's food was not enough, and told Feng Qingran about the Hong Kong-style tea restaurant she had settled in before. After she finished speaking, she walked towards the outdoor equipment store with a stuffed backpack with a tent hanging outside. As soon as she arrived at the door, she heard a dull rumbling from the ground, and at the same time, her feet shook violently. She was shaken, dizzy and unsteady, and items hanging from the outdoor store fell.

    Glass, rotten balconies, guardrails, flower pots crackling down.

    Mo Qingqing was dizzy and nauseous, she grabbed the door tightly to stabilize her figure.

    Suddenly, Feng Qingran shouted: "Go!" He grabbed her arm and rushed out.

    Mo Qingqing felt that her arm was about to be torn off by Feng Qingran. She yelled, "Let go!" The rumbling grew louder and drowned out her voice. Mo Qingqing wanted to get up, but her feet shook violently, and the ground was still slippery. She didn't even get up after several times, and was dragged by Feng Qingran to the middle.

    Feng Qingran slipped and fell to the ground, crushing a piece of grass more than one meter high and mushrooms of various sizes. She shouted: "Run!" She fled to the middle of the road with hands and feet.

    Mo Qingqing was so dizzy, she said in her heart, "What are you running for?" Before she could think about it, she heard a rumbling sound coming from behind, dust flying, and many gravel smashing fall. She looked back and saw the old-fashioned Republic of China-style five-story building behind her with stones falling down, and the cracks on the wall continued to expand. A one-story-tall billboard covered in vines fell from the door of the outdoor store. The billboard, along with its shelf, fell apart.

    The building is collapsing!

    Mo Qingqing subconsciously wanted to get up and run away, but her feet were too slippery, she fell back after climbing twice, and could only follow Feng Qingran with both hands on the ground and crawled forward desperately .

    The grass is deep, and the ground is covered with grass roots, mushrooms of various sizes and dead bodies lying in the grass.

    Mo Qingqing didn't even care to avoid the corpses and mushrooms on the ground when she escaped. Almost all of her hands and legs fell on the corpses and mushrooms, and she didn't even notice that her hands were cut. She only felt that a lot of things fell from the sky and hit the backpack behind her, so frightened that she almost went out of her mind. In the gap between the bus and the car, just as she was about to move forward, she was grabbed by Feng Qingran next to her, and at the same time, a crashing sound of "Boom-Boom-Boom-" sounded.

    The earthquake continued, and it was very strong. In addition, Feng Qingran tugged her, and she fell on her back. As soon as he turned around, he saw the small building behind him collapsed, and the walls and floors shattered into a large piece and fell down, stirring up dust in the sky. In the dust and smoke, heavy objects fell on the car next to her, and a lot of gravel splashed down beside her. Mo Qingqing subconsciously hugged her head to protect herself.

    She was so dizzy by the earthquake that she couldn't help being nauseous, nauseated, and vomited, her eyes went black, and in addition to the roar of the building collapsed in her ears, there was a sound like rolling thunder from the ground …

    "Little Mo, Little Mo."

    Feng Qingran's voice rang in her ears, and someone patted her face.

    Mo Qingqing opened her eyes, and saw the black and dusty wind appear in front of her.

    She lay on her back, the first thing that caught her eye was Feng Qingran, then the sky as blue as a sapphire, and the clouds were whiter than cotton candy. That day was cleaner than the Tibetan sky she saw in Wu's dull camera.

    Feng Qingran patted Mo Qingqing's face again and shouted, "Little Mo, little Mo."

    Mo Qingqing came back to her senses. Feng Qingran's hand on her face was as soft as if it had no bones, causing her to touch her face unconsciously, and said a little embarrassedly, "Don't slap in the face."

    Feng Qingran asked: "Are you all right?"

    Mo Qingqing sat up and said, "It's fine." She stood up and looked around. The once prosperous and prosperous city is now in ruins, many old buildings have collapsed into ruins, and many high-rise buildings are covered with cracks.

    The wind blowing was faintly mixed with crying.

    She didn't know if it was the wind or someone was crying.

    Mo Qingqing felt that this thief didn't want to let people live.

    The author has something to say:  =. = Feng Qingran, Mo Qingqing despised you.