Chapter 56 Do you know that your male protagonist has collapsed?
"I'm not interested in your mission."
Even the end of the world has nothing to do with him.
Andre leaned against the back of the tree, looking at the figure of the woman who often appeared in his dreams in front of him.
Look far away.
It seems to be recalling something beautiful.
Even the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.
"As far as I know, you have no intersection with Dr. Cen."
Puzo, who is also a man, naturally understands that look.
is naked coveting and possession.
But it was well hidden by him under his obedient appearance.
"That can only show that the commander's intelligence network is too backward."
Andre straightened up, patted the fallen leaves off his shoulder with his index finger, and continued,
"Since you dragged her into this task, you have to be responsible to the end."
"Naturally, you don't need to remind me of this."
Recalling the situation when Cen Qing was besieged by zombies just now, Pu Zuo frowned tightly.
At that time, he was too busy dealing with the rushing zombies to take care of himself.
Indeed ignored her.
After the two men looked at each other, they understood each other.
Silently returned to the team, as if nothing had happened.
And Cen Qing and Jin Siwen walked in the middle of the team, and the two had a common topic because of Arkham.
"Hey, why did I just hear the commander call my name?"
King Siwen turned his head, but the only crows could be heard from the woods behind him.
"Andre seems to be gone too, could these two be..."
Reminiscent of where they were, King Siwen's mouth curved even more.
Hooking Gou Cenqing's shoulder skillfully, she asked again,
"Guess if these two people will make small moves behind?"
"What little trick?"
Wilder, who didn't ask for cheap from Lukes, quickly joined the middle chat team.
"Tsk, why are you everywhere?"
"Women chat, men detour, thank you!"
Cen Qing and Jin Siwen sang together, leaving Wilder in a mess in the wind.
Wilder's face was covered with black lines.
Is he so disgusting?
But didn’t these two just meet each other? How come the relationship is so good?
The team kept vigilant and arrived at the place designated by Puzo after walking for half an hour.
is a deserted church.
Even the statue of **** is dilapidated.
Even on the soles of its pure white statue, there are a few **** palm prints.
It's not hard to see what's been going on here.
"Correct here for the time being, we will leave in three hours."
Puzo looked at the time on his watch and arranged for the team members to take turns to keep watch.
The first one to be sent out was Wilder.
However, he was terrified by the wave of cuties crawling out of the soil just now, so he insisted on dragging Luke to embolden him.
"If it's a man, go watch the night by yourself!"
What's the matter with picking his clothes?
"That... I can temporarily not be a man tonight."
Wilde recognized it quickly.
This side is all in the wilderness, and it is really unbearable for him to go out to watch the night alone.
Just as Lukes couldn't hold back his fiery temper, Puzo spoke,
"The rest time is relatively short, so let's go in groups of two first."
The main reason is that he really can't stand Wilder's stickiness anymore.
Are these people really world-class criminals?
Pu Zuo supported his forehead, but his eyes fell on Cen Qing who was sitting obediently on the long chair.
The girl's eyes were pure, and she stared at the statue in the center of the church without blinking.
Moonlight shines through the window and falls on her shoulders, softening the whole time.
But in the next second, Cen Qing himself broke this beauty.
No sense of art at all!
"Sincerity leads to success."
Puzo raised his eyebrows, and sat directly beside her.
Sniffing the unique fragrance emanating from the girl.
"I thought the commander was a staunch materialist, but I didn't expect to believe this."
Cen Qing turned his head and looked at the man beside him.
"It doesn't matter what you believe in, the important thing is that people must have a spiritual pillar to live on."
This pillar can be a **** or someone around you.
Puzo's voice is slightly deep, with a little hoarseness, like a melodious cello.
"Then what is the spiritual pillar for the commander to survive?"
Cen Qing was a little sleepy at the moment, so he followed Pu Zuo's words and asked.
I regretted it as soon as I asked.
This all involves other people's privacy issues!
But Puzo didn't seem to mind, shrugged and said seriously,
"I have no idea."
Cen Qing:? ? ?
As the male protagonist with a positive image in the book, shouldn’t he sing praises of the great motherland at this time?
I don't know what the **** it is?
Author, do you know that your male lead has collapsed?
"Surprised?"
Puzo was amused by her half-confused and half-surprised look.
Can't help but want to rub the top of her hair, just like treating the rabbit he raised when he was a child.
"I thought you would say serve the people and build the country."
Cen Qing found a comfortable position and continued to nest.
As for Puzo touching her forehead just now, she doesn't care.
Anyway, she hasn't washed it for the first three days, so just touch it if you don't think it's dirty.
"I joined the army at the age of sixteen, so this is my tenth year."
Compared to Pu Zuo's desire to have a late-night chat, Cen Qing's focus was wrong.
The hero is twenty-six now, but Lu Zhiyao is only eighteen this year.
Will the age difference be a bit big?
Cen Qing was still struggling with the age of the two, but Pu Zuo said to himself,
"Father wants me to retire from the army and inherit the family business, but I don't want to go back. Perhaps dying on the battlefield is my best relief."
Cen Qing continued to maintain a question mark face.
Why do the hero and heroine in this book get 'depressed' at every turn?
Late-night emo, she was short of cutting Netease Cloud's playlist.
"Suddenly thought of a sentence in Osamu Dazai's "No Longer Human"."
Cen Qing's nonchalant words attracted Jin Siwen.
And she did a heartbreaking 10th grade emo move.
"I'm sorry to be human."
"Not this sentence."
King Siwen:? ? ?
That's all she knows.
It's really the same as before, and I don't give her any face!
"Which sentence is that?"
Andre, who was leaning against the cold wall of the church, raised his eyes and asked with interest.
"The price is 39.8."
Cen Qing spit out these words silently, his face still very dignified.
Everyone present: …
God **** sells for 39.8.
"What kind of meme is this?"
Growing so big, Jin Siwen has never seen anyone playing like this!
Why didn't she know so much about Cen Qinggen before?
Facing the eyes of everyone, Cen Qing helplessly spread his hands,
"There is always a price for a moving story."
Thirty-nine and eight yuan, this price is not expensive, the price of conscience.
Everyone was speechless again.
But after careful consideration, it seems quite reasonable.
(end of this chapter)