After the end of the world, my whole family will win by lying down with space

Chapter 221 Dialect: You shouldn't love children on the battlefield
His face was covered with blood, and their lips moved when they saw Fang Yan, as if they wanted to say something.

Fang Yan looked at him warily, pulled Chen Yawen behind him to protect him, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

The man on the ground blinked vigorously, and blurted out a few words: "$&#%%..."

"? You speak louder?"

Dialect asked with a frown.

"&%..."

The man on the ground suddenly struggled violently, making a continuous indistinct sound.

"No, let's go."

Fang Yan suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and hurriedly pulled Chen Yawen to leave here.

But it was too late, and an explosion sounded suddenly.

The original wounded person exploded suddenly, a huge energy light wave burst out from his brain, his brain exploded, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and dust was blown up around him.

The moment the explosion sounded, Fang Yan threw Chen Yawen to the ground, trying to cover her with his body to protect her from the self-explosion of the supernatural being.

Several other guards were unable to dodge in time, and were injured a little bit.

The heaviest one fell to the side and kept vomiting blood, "vomit—"

Large chunks of blood with black unknown objects were spit out on the ground, which soon stained the ground red.

Chen Yawen was well protected, she looked at the dialect worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Bursts of burning pain came from his back, and Fang Yan frowned, but he still comforted Chen Yawen and said, "I'm fine, get up."

The two stood up supporting each other, and as soon as they stood still, they heard an arrogant laugh: "Hahaha..."

"Who?!"

Everyone was shocked, but when they looked around, they found that there were no other living people around them, only zombies who didn't know when they surrounded them.

The only strange thing is that the eyes of these zombies are full of desire for human flesh and blood, but they are all stopped in place as if restrained by some restrictions, facing them with fangs and claws.

"Ho ho-"

Another voice came, this time it was the howling of zombies.

After the howl, those zombies who seemed to have been pressed the pause button rushed towards Dialect and the others in unison.

"No, base chief, let's go!"

A guard yelled.

Dialect immediately wanted to take Chen Yawen back.

When he turned around, he saw that he was also surrounded by several zombies, and they were rushing towards them.

"what!"

The sharp black claws were about to scratch Chen Yawen's cheek, she turned pale with fright, and screamed.

Bang!
Dialect simply kicked the zombie who ran in the front.

This kick was so powerful that it drove two or three zombies back several steps.

After kicking this kick, dialect immediately shouted: "Everyone follow me, kill from here."

After speaking, he wanted to take Chen Yawen forward.

But those zombies who were kicked back quickly stood up again, this time they no longer rushed forward, but used their abilities to attack them in dialect.

Swah——

A series of golden blades struck towards the faces of Fang Yan and the others. With Dialect's skill, he could have easily avoided them, but he also brought Chen Yawen with him.

Therefore, he was unable to dodge in time and was slightly injured.

"Ah, Brother Yan, your arm is bleeding."

Chen Yawen was protected by Fang Yan in her arms, and she keenly noticed that there was a small cut in Fang Yan's left arm.

The opening was not big, but a lot of blood flowed.

The dialect only replied, "It's okay."

Looking at the zombies in front of him, he knew that he couldn't get through without using his abilities.

But he had consumed a lot of abilities before, and now he has only recovered a little.

If he was the only one, he would naturally be able to break through.

But now there is one more Chen Yawen to protect...

Although these zombies started to attack them, they didn't attack very quickly, but came slowly and from time to time.

As if teasing them.

There should be a high-level zombie in the dark of dialect Xindao that has been manipulating them. This high-level zombie wants to see himself and others being played with and applauded like guinea pigs.

Fang Yan was naturally angry at being played by zombies, but besides being angry, he was also a little lucky?
Because this gave him an opportunity to take advantage of it.

For example, now, he can gather the few players who are still alive and tell them, "I'll throw a thunderball in a while, and you all seize the opportunity to kill these zombies with me and run away."

"Yes, base commander!"

"Also, remember to protect Yawen. Take her out of here first."

After speaking in dialect, he began to condense the thunderball, and the sound of stabbing came from his hand. The zombies in front seemed to sense the danger, and they made a "ho ho" sound from their mouths.

The zombies behind heard the call from their companions and rushed towards the dialect.

However, Dialect made two preparations, and threw two thunderballs on the zombies in an instant, one in front and one in the back.

All the abilities of the other guards hit the zombies in front. After many times of force, the zombies in front finally fell to the ground and lost their ability to move.

At this moment, the dialects rushed forward quickly, one step, two steps, three steps.

After running for three steps, a few people couldn't run anymore, because a thick earth wall fell from the sky.

It is also filled with soil cones ten centimeters long, with thick roots and extremely thin tops.

"what!"

A guard running in front couldn't dodge in time, and hit the wall straight, and the soil cone penetrated his head from his forehead.

"what!"

Another scream came from Chen Yawen.She also almost hit the wooden awl, and it was Dialect who pulled her back in time to survive.

Thinking of this, Chen Yawen looked at Fang Yan with tears in her eyes. Fang Yan's heart softened when she saw Fang Yan, and she almost hugged her regardless of the occasion.

Fortunately, he still has a bit of reason, knowing that now is not the time for his son and daughter to love each other.

Looking at the dirt wall a foot away in front of him, Dialect knew that the big boss was coming.

The owner of that arrogant laugh—a high-level earth-type zombie came out.

Fang Yan took Chen Yawen's hand, and formed a circle with the remaining three guards, making a defensive gesture.

As if the pause button had been pressed, the other zombies silently stopped chasing and docked to one side.

They are like bodyguards who came out to support the scene, standing aside at the moment waiting for the big boss to appear.

The dialects are also waiting, there is no way, they can't run away without waiting.

Judging by the height, thickness, and speed of appearance of the earth wall, this earth-type zombie is definitely no lower than the fifth rank.

Among the few of them, the highest level is the fifth-level lightning system in dialect, but his abilities have been almost exhausted.

Now several people were blocked by the earth wall just as they were about to leave here, and one person lost his life.

So they can only stay where they are, waiting for the boss zombie to appear, and maybe they can also pray that someone will show up to save their lives.

　I was stuck for a long time when writing this chapter, and then I finished it smoothly.

　　It's hard.

　　There are also games that tempt me, so I stop writing and play games as soon as I get stuck.

　　And just like that, I just finished writing today.

　　I have to reflect...

　　Also, that is, I forgot to say before, I will try my best to finish writing this book, but this book will not be a 100 million long novel, you should also be able to see it, I wrote almost 50 and stumbled, 100 million is unthinkable.

　　Therefore, if you want to see 100 million, you can withdraw when you see this, and stop the loss in time.

　　It doesn't matter if you don't retreat, you can still see the ending.

　　I think it's better to post early in the future, otherwise I will easily procrastinate when I post it before twelve o'clock. Procrastination will disappear after procrastination.

　　Plus Calvin was really uncomfortable.

　　I think that when I first wrote this book, I set nine shifts late. At that time, it was basically on time, and there were no missing or interrupted shifts.

　　Since the mentality collapsed and I let myself go, the updates have become more and more so.

　　So, taking advantage of the holiday, I will adjust it again, and the update time will be before ten o'clock in the evening.

　　As for how much more, I really can't guarantee it, at least two thousand, okay.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)