Chapter 287 (1/2)

Out of a section, some burnt and blackened cars began to stop on the open road.

An apocalyptic desolation of America.

This put Meng Yibai's plan to find a car in vain.

Although she doesn't remember how to drive.

Meng Yibai turned his head and looked at Su ran. He was still in a semi coma. His face was a little red. He made a meaningless whisper from time to time. He didn't know what he was dreaming.

”Really... According to the performance method in Korean dramas, it should not be that the male and female masters fall together. What does the female master faint with a high fever? Does the male master's boyfriend burst out? This is still a soldier. Why is that so? ” She showed her teeth in pain and staggered forward with Su ran. She looked at the surrounding scenes and words. She couldn't help frowning and crying and said to herself, ”it's all English. Are we abroad? I finally recovered my consciousness. Why do you treat me like this? I really want to eat a bowl of steaming, steaming... What's steaming? Damn it, I don't even remember what delicious food is. Eh, I don't remember this. How can I remember Korean dramas? ”

Meng Yibai walked forward while talking to himself.

She felt that her body was burning, and she was in sharp pain. It seemed that she could pass out at any time, but she knew she couldn't pass out. In the wilderness, what if they both passed out and met a black beetle?

It doesn't matter if a monster dies, but

Meng Yibai gritted his teeth and walked for another section, trying to find a place to rest, but he didn't even see a decent building on the roadside. The shadowy woods around him were shaking all the time, as if something was hidden inside.

”You can't rest. It's not safe here... ”

Meng Yibai gradually felt that his strength was a little out of support.

The altitude of Su ran suspended in mid air has dropped again and again.

After a moment of silence, Meng Yibai stood still, turned his head and resisted Su ran on his back.

”Well... It's so heavy.”

Meng Yibai noticed that the gap in her shoulder was cracked again, and the sharp pain made her sober.

She couldn't help crying: ”Wow, why didn't I wake up alone on the empty beach... Hey, Su ran, don't die!”

At this time, Meng Yibai's heart suddenly tightened - she noticed something, turned her head like lightning and looked at the roadside about seven or eight meters away from her in the dark.

There, I don't know when two people stood.

Meng Yibai's special life state endows him with strong night vision ability. He is a man and a woman.

The man is in his forties, white, tall, with a beard and a double barreled shotgun in his hand. He is looking over here with vigilance.

The woman looks like she is only in her early twenties. She is about 1.6 meters tall. She is also white. Wearing a leather jacket, she looks very young and energetic - of course, she ignores the messy clips and guns on her body, but she stands next to the white man, but she is as short as a child, but a little petite.

Seeing these two people, Meng Yibai almost jumped up in surprise. He didn't hurt, so he was about to rush over.