Chart Topper Queen

The little girl's face, like Aibe, is a miniature version of her.

If Ai Bei's fans see it, they will definitely feel that this is Ai Bei when he was a child.

And this miniature version of Abe is more courageous than Abe, as if ignorant of this evil and disordered world, she **** the nutrients quietly and contentedly.

The black as scorched human figure, after chewing three people in a row, didn't seem to be full, and searched for the target again.

After the lessons of death, the others finally realized that they couldn't count on the people on the spacecraft to save them, ran into the "steel jungle" of garbage and disappeared, and disappeared.

The alien turned his attention to Little Aibe.

Little Aibe has finished drinking the nutritional supplements and is scavenging. In order to save their lives, those people threw away many "cumbersome" items, and she didn't dislike it, and put whatever she found into her big bag.

The bag, like a gluttonous snake, gradually bulged out a belly.

The "scorched earth" sank into the ground, and the fast-moving black shadow sank into the shadow of the bag, like a dormant snake shadow.

The thicker shadow in the shadow moved little by little to Xiao Ai Bei's direction, and it was about to climb up to her toes. Little Ai Bei had a military shovel in his hand at some point.

She inserted a shovel into the ground, scooped it back, and scooped out a handful of smelly black soil.

A tearing roar came from the ground, and the thick shadow slammed into her ankle like a snake's head!

There were teeth-like bones piercing into little Abe's flesh.

Little Aibe was indifferent. She seemed to be playing with mud, shoveling out the extra-dark soil on the ground, piece by piece. The stench of fishy, ​​thick, undigested human flesh, and the stench of its own rottenness.

Occasionally, some bone spurs fell, and that was also something that pierced into her ankle.

"Scorched Earth" is scary, but its weaknesses are also obvious.

He can only achieve the goal of suffocating death by covering the mouth and nose of human beings. Its own pulling and tearing force allows it to "chew" food, but it takes a long time to really absorb it. And his body can be integrated into the ground, which is naturally loose and fragile.

If those people are not occupied by the fear of the unknown, as long as they calm down, they can fight back.

His tearing roar stopped abruptly at a certain moment, as if the "vocal cord" had been cut off.

Little Aibe piled up these "clumps and corpses" alone, just like every child who builds a castle by the beach, playing his own game silently.

After confirming that there was nothing in the land that could "devour" her, she recovered the broken bag with a shovel.

She stood up, swayed, and looked at her bleeding ankle.

The child's ankle was tender and fragile, and the broken bones were deeply embedded. Ai Bei looked down and seemed to know that she couldn't solve it for the time being. She kicked the dirt on the tip of her shoe and continued to the next place.

Just a little wobbly when walking.

A few days later, in the city formed by the "garbage mansion", she saw the latest batch of "cosmic garbage", those who escaped from the aliens. They scrambled for the food they found in the dregs, and they were dying, but they were full of ferocity whose life was weakened to the extreme, biting at the fragile wounds of others.

Blood, embarrassment, cruelty, ridiculous.

In a short period of time, they have found the survival law of this land.

Little Aibe looked at them with the same eyes as ordinary garbage. She passed by indifferently, but suddenly saw an "abnormal".

It was a little boy who was about the same height as her. His facial features were beautiful and delicate, his face was pale and bloody, and his lips were also a light color. A pale blond hair dazzled like a bright star in such a dirty environment. He didn't fight those guys, even though he looked worse than them.

But he's the only one here who still looks clean, and it's conceivable that he's refraining from maintaining his appearance as much as possible.

He leaned against the broken smart refrigerator, with his head down and his eyes closed, as if he were dead.

Someone lingered beside him, like a vulture ready to eat carrion at any time. He probably noticed it, and opened his eyes with the light movement of his fingers, the blue eyes like glacial water burst into a crazy light, and the childish voice said indifferently: "Go away."

The man seemed to have a premonition of the madness of his desperate blow, and took two steps back, but seeing that the food on the other side was robbed, he gritted his teeth and turned back to kill him!

Just as he approached, he was hit in the head by a heavy object, and there was a buzzing sound in his ear, and he lost consciousness.

The figure of the man fell under the gaze of Xiao Ai Bei and the boy. The little boy's cold eyes did not waver for a moment, but turned from the man to Xiao Ai Cup, staring at her tightly.

He was hungry and tired, he had no strength, his head was dizzy, and there were flying flies in front of him.

He didn't know what she was going to do, he just looked at her.

Little Abby approached him and squatted down in front of him.

She took out a bag of still clean nutrient solution from her small pocket and put it in front of him.

Without asking a word, he lowered his head and bit the mouth of the nutrient solution, sucking and swallowing. His pretty eyes gleamed, especially bright as the sweet food passed his mouth, just still staring at her.

Until a wave of tiredness hit, unstoppable, his head sank, and he fell asleep.

At this moment, little Aibe squatted down, grabbed his feet and stuffed it into the bag, but his body was too heavy, beyond her estimation. She gave up the idea of ​​putting him in, took a rope to tie his feet together, and then grabbed the rope and walked forward like a piece of dead meat.

She walked hard and slowly, but she did not give up the idea of ​​leaving this piece of "meat".

Like small animals hoarding winter grain, carefully and eagerly hauling the reserves back to their burrows by rolling gravel.

Little Feynman woke up from the deep darkness. The pain in the nerves in his brain caused him to groan unconsciously, but the moment he regained consciousness, he vigilantly swallowed all the sounds back into his throat.

He remembered his situation.

There was silence in my ears for a long time, only the waste water was ticking, rolling down the drains of discarded technological items. Before he could "observe" again, the sound of footsteps similar to Wu suddenly appeared, close to his ears, followed by the collar of his clothes being ripped open.

At the moment of being maliciously attacked, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He met a pair of small round gray-blue eyes, the girl who fed him the nutrient solution. The color was like a sapphire that the owner didn't care to wipe, and it was stained with dust, but she didn't know it, but still exuded a simple and moving light.

"Huh?" She uttered a questioning interjection, as if she didn't understand why he suddenly woke up.

Little Aibe ignored the wolf-like ferocity in his eyes, and the blade appeared between her fingers.

She wanted to slit his throat and shed his blood.

Little Feynman took the blade back from her hand, but fluttered in the air, and instead rolled to the ground in embarrassment. The first time he found out that his hand was not tied, he thought that the person who tied him was careless.

Maybe it was really careless.

But little Aibe was not troubled by his struggle. She squatted down and put her knees against his throat. She looked effortless, but Feynman, who had been trained since childhood, was powerless to struggle.

Then she withdrew her knees, and in the blink of an eye, he tried to resist the pain of short-term suffocation, but she was punched into the throat.

He coughed suddenly, the sharp pain pierced his trachea, and his eyes suddenly went black.

And she didn't relax, and continued to beat his throat, without any hesitation or hesitation, with a focused expression, as if she was just smashing a dying struggling fish to prepare her own dinner.

Little Feynman had never felt so close to death.

Fortunately, little Abe let him die like this when he was not prepared. After finding that he was powerless to resist, she stopped and dragged him back to the air mattress that was full of holes and deflated.

Little Feynman later learned that, as hoarded food, he was stored longer alive than dead.

Before him, she only ate some discarded expired food for a living, and the image of "scorched earth" devouring humans inspired her, so she considered trying his meat as an alternative.

She has no concept of human and idiosyncratic. Maybe there was, but it was slowly wiped out in such a living environment.

What made the little boy really escape the danger was that he tried to talk to her in the desperate situation of repeated escape failures.

She watched his throat "sing" with a curious look, trying to follow him to the end of every word he said.

"What is this place?"

"square."

"what's your name?"

"What?"

"Who sent you here?"

"of."

Little Feynman's hoarse voice from the damaged trachea, like a leaking pipe organ, is intertwined with her delicate and jumping voice.

His eyes lifted upwards, and he naturally brought out a condescending aura: "You, can't speak?"

The voice fell, and a group of black shadows killed!

She swooped at him like a small beast baring its teeth fiercely. Little Feynman was knocked down again. His light blond hair was caught and pulled up by the roots. He let out a low hiss in pain.

Little Aibe saw his painfully wrinkled face, and only then showed a cruel and happy smile.

He got it.

She couldn't speak, but she could tell his emotions.

She heard that he was just laughing at her.

After a long stalemate, he said to her, "I'm sorry."

She didn't understand, but she judged his true thoughts from his eyes and tone, and after confirming that there was no more uncomfortable feeling to her, she released her hand.

They reached reconciliation for the first time.