The End of the World

Professor Lu went to this for half an hour without answering. Jing Xia waited for a while, then he saw a dark-skinned young man trotting over, greeted himself out of the room, and then closed the door. Before he even talked about Jing Xia, the man threw a sentence, "You can go first," and then brushed and turned to the place where he was running.

The fast running set off a gust of wind, blowing the broken hair in front of the front of the scene, revealing a pair of delicate scorpions, with helpless and funny light.

Is it true that the national treasure is rolling?

How can anyone go to see him?

With such inexplicable confusion, Jing Xia is familiar with the evolution of the accommodation area.

The autumn night was a little cool, and the evening wind of the forest blew over, letting the roads on both sides of the road be squeaky. There are several large pits in the green belts on both sides of the roadside, which are the ugly and broken scenes of the mutated plants.

Even in defending the security of the base city, it is silently proclaiming the cruel reality.

The evolutionary's accommodation area is superior to the average person. Since most of the areas are still in a state of not being completely cleaned and unknown, the entire population of the city is crowded with this small 30 square meters. Less than a kilometer.

With limited land resources, there is a system of differentiation. Ordinary people can obtain food water through labor work, and the evolutionary people carry out regional raids, constantly expanding human habitation areas, and eliminating the mutant beasts within the city. Due to the high-risk work, the evolutionary's living materials are more abundant.

Jing Xia greeted the evolutionary squad patrolling nearby and then stepped on the 12-story residential building.

Before he had learned from Zhou Yi that the allocated room was on the eighth floor, Qin Chu and two female evolutionists in the city, Yu Yu, Ji Chuan and himself were next door. This condition is extremely simple for the predecessors of the world, but for the present, it is already very good.

When Jing Xiagang raised his hand and did not open the door, he heard a loud scream of shouting through the thick iron gate. The sound is very artistic, flickering, like a train whistling, sharp and harsh. Jing Xia reluctantly smiled, holding the key from the downstairs to open the door, and then closing the door very quickly, will be strangely shouted in the room.

The room equipment is very simple, only a bathroom of five or six square meters and lying down, three single beds. Ignore the man lying on the outermost bed with his hands and feet spread out and sleeping, the whole room is still very clean and tidy.

"I still don't sleep so late?" Jing Xia took the coat off the bed and took a step to a long table in front of the bed and said, "What are you looking at, Achuan?"

I saw a man with a faint yellow light, and the cold-faced man was sitting at the table, looking down at the thick pile of information. The pages of the book turned out to make a sound, and the man’s back was straight, but I didn’t know how long I had been sitting and how long I had watched.

Jing Xia walked up and looked down at the white paper of A4, curiously read: "Wang Cheng, 28 years old, agile ability... Hey? You are actually looking at the information of the evolution of the s city base?!"

Ji Chuan appeared to cover the thick folder with his hand, and then looked up to the side of Jingxia.

I saw that the beautiful young man of Qingjun was holding his chin with one hand, and looked at himself with a beautiful peach. Because the height of the table is low, his entire upper body is crouching down, and the wide neckline slides down a curve along his movements, revealing a large white skin.

The deep scorpion was slightly dark, and Ji Chuan turned his eyes and turned his eyes. He said: "Well, since I have come here, I will first understand the current situation."

Jing Xia did not notice how indecent his current posture was. He gave a cold cry from his nose and bowed his head: "Is this not the secret information of the legend? Even the door locks are used in various ways. What are the high-level secrets set by the authorities?"

Jichuan took a look at him and said, "Do you want to see?"

Jing Xia grinned: "I don't want to look at this kind of thing. I don't know what it is. It's nothing more than counting the evolution of each evolver's body background, power data, etc., and I have nothing to do with it. ""

Thin lips and micro-hooks, Jichuan said with a low smile: "Only that simple?"

Jingxia doubts: "What? Is there anything else?" said, Jing Xia’s mind suddenly echoed the previous section of Professor Lulu’s personal information. He swallowed and asked: "Is there still? What kind of private information like 'a red little 痣 behind the left ear'? Well, then I want to know a lot... 'pure' things."

A glimpse of the phoenix, the smile on the handsome face, which was hard to detect, suddenly disappeared without a trace. Originally, the dark yellow light that felt warm was somehow deserted. Jing Xia shrunk his neck and felt a goose bump on his arm.

Ji Chuan turned black: "How do you know the praise... information?"

Jing Xia swallowed his mouth, and he blinked and looked at the strange man in front of him. Obviously, the face is no expression, but Jing Xia feels that there is a son who is cold from his feet and makes the temperature in the whole room drop three degrees.

The snoring of Yu Yu did not know why it was low, and it seemed to be affected by this inexplicable and strange atmosphere.

Jing Xia subconsciously replied: "Yes... Professor Lu said. He just gave me a test of the abilities and ran to see the praise, and said something... little monster."

After this sentence is finished, Ji Chuan still has no openings. Feeling that the pressure of the other side of the body is getting lower and lower, Jing Xia’s heart suddenly has a thought - shouldn’t this guy always be hostile to the praise? !

The more you think, the more likely you are.

The prospects are understood in the summer, and Ji Chuan and Yang Yang are both people in the restricted area. At the same age, there is a major rank of the major. In the whole of China, there are outstanding talents with strong potential of the younger generation. Even if it is calm and calm, such as Ji Chuan, occasionally there are some unknown little sorrowful psychology, which is also understandable. of.

The lips gradually evoked a touch of curvature, and Jing Xia reached out and poked Jichuan’s arm. He laughed and said: “The years are really hard, you are not easy.”

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Looking at Jichuan’s appearance as an unidentified person, Jing Xia simply stopped revealing the other’s “scars”. As a close friend, he is quite understanding of the topic: "Yes, you haven't said what you are doing with these things? Really don't just want to know people... coughing things?"

With a brow of brows, Ji Chuan looked deeply at Jing Xia for a long time, and saw the face of the youth change from ridiculous to sly. Just when Jing Xia couldn't help but want to speak again, he suddenly said: "Incorporating this place, and integrating all the evolutionaries, it is necessary to understand and remember each person's information."

"!" Jing Xia surprised and widened his eyes: "Can you actually write down the information of everyone?!"

Ji Chuan nodded with a calm look, and seemed to be admitting a little thing that was simple enough to turn over.

Jing Xia looked up and down Jiuchuan for a long time, and then took a piece of paper directly from the pair of materials and asked: "Chen Si, 32. Do you remember his power?"

"Very rare communication special ability, can produce three liaisons every day, can maintain 8 hours of shape, direct communication within the range of 3 kilometers in diameter is effective." Dunton, Ji Chuan continued to add: " However, his right ear has a disability, which causes his hearing to be impeded, which may result in a special situation in which the communication content cannot be heard."

Jing Xia incredibly swallowed his mouth. He stuffed the piece of paper back and quickly took out another one: "What about Qian Yong? 36 years old..."

"Power-type ability, one hand can withstand 3 tons of pressure, the highest record is to punch a hard feldspar with a hardness of 6.4 into a powder."

Jing Xia half-opened his mouth and squinted his eyes. It seems that he still can't believe that this man can actually carry nearly a thousand copies of information in a few hours. While he was pulling the data pile and looking for it, he chanted: "I don't believe that you can really carry it all the way. I will find what you don't know."

Under the warm light of the halo, the broken hair on the young man’s forehead blocked the curved scorpion because of the bowing movement. From the angle of Ji Chuan’s view, he could only see the half-length and the half-closed mouth and the small jaw. . Just watching it quietly, as if I had forgotten what kind of dangerous place I was in, Jichuan slowly raised his hand to support his cheek, and lowered his throat to look at the youth seriously.

The snoring sounds in the ear gradually fell, and finally disappeared. Ji Chuan was in a bad mood and hooked his lips, revealing a touch of helpless gentle smile. The indifferent and cold face looked milder, but in this case, no one could see it.

"I will look at that pile again, there must be there!"

As he said, Jing Xia stretched his arm to take another pile of information. When his arm just reached halfway, he suddenly scratched the data pile. Just listening to a bang, the thick folder fell from the edge of the table and went to Jing Xia’s ankle.

The reaction quickly retracted the foot and then reached out, and the two slender hands grasped one end of the folder at the same time, avoiding the result of the clip slamming.

Jing Xia gently sighed, he just looked up, his eyes fell into a pair of dark and deep scorpions. The dark pupil is reflecting a small self, close to it, you can clearly feel the warm exhalation between the other side of the nose.

The hot gas hit the skin of Jingxia, and somehow it made his heart suddenly tighten, and a wonderful feeling surged.

In the very close distance, both of them were silent and did not speak. Jichuan’s cold twilight is getting darker and darker, and seems to be brewing to suppress the deep feelings that cannot be erupted.

Jing Xia felt that there was some cognac in the scorpion. He slowly opened his mouth and was about to say something. Suddenly, he saw a small black shadow in his vision and suddenly fell from his head.

"啪唧-"

The little black scorpion stumbled across the small head and pulled a small thick leg to stand up from the ground. The small eyes like mung beans looked around and seemed to have not woke up from their sleep until they saw the two humans who looked down at themselves and suddenly woke up.

“叽叽!叽叽叽叽!!!”

See what! Haven't seen a sleeping mouse! ! !

The folder of Jingxia Diandi was put back on the table, and the strange and strange atmosphere that had been filled with it disappeared without a trace because of the destruction of the little black corps. Pressing the strange feeling in my heart, Jing Xia laughed twice: "Well, the sky is so late, let's rest first."

As soon as the voice fell, Jing Xia stretched out his hand and tried to pick up the **** on the ground. When he had just stretched his hand, he saw a small black corps that quickly grasped the flesh of a knuckle, and opened the drawer, stuffed it, and closed the drawer. The action is clean and neat, and the speed is extremely fast.

Jing Xia: "..."

Ji Chuan is expressionless: "It has a lot of bacteria and can't sleep with you."

I was using a small black paw that kept scratching the drawers with small claws. I heard this and suddenly fried my hair!

“叽叽叽叽!!!!叽叽叽叽叽叽叽叽!!!!!”

Hey! Your uncle, I am a clean mouse that only diligently bathes! ! !

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