Seven Hundred and Fifty Eighth Control and Anti-Control Limits

In the distance, several cars drove up, An Ran listened in a trance, as if the group of people lost by Zhan Lian chased up again, vowing to live and die with their family of three. * WwW.suimeng.lā

Zhan Lian told a few of them about the wood-type zombies in the forest, and the danger that they might be hunted by that wood-type zombie if they were not careful, but they all expressed their understanding of the situation and wanted to stay and work together to deal with the wood-type zombie Wooden zombies.

An Ran, who was lying down, had her mouth curled up. She really wanted to call Zhan Lian over and talk to him, but An Ran suddenly found that she couldn't even speak.

Similarly, that wood zombie, like her, didn't even have the strength to howl.

Wood type zombies are comparable in strength to hers.

At this moment, the car door was opened, and Zhan Lian put the sleeping doll in the rear compartment, put a small pillow on the doll, covered it with a small blanket, and crawled to An Ran's side , just possessed above her, and asked:

"Honey, are you still feeling bad?"

An Ran's eyes moved, she didn't speak, she couldn't speak anymore.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Zhan Lian stared at An Ran's face closely, and began to feel that something was wrong with An Ran.

He stretched out his hand, turned An Ran's face away, lowered his head, kissed An Ran's lips, and asked eagerly:

"Wife, wife, talk, say a word, a word."

An Ran expended a lot of effort, exhausted all her breastfeeding energy, shook her head slightly, pursed her lips, and did not speak.

"Okay? What are we going to do next? Keep cutting trees?"

She blinked her eyelids, her forehead was sweating, and she struggled to nurse again, "Yeah."

Zhan Lian raised his hand, wiped An Ran's forehead, leaned out of the car window, and said to the men outside the car window:

"Continue to cut down trees, and cut down all the ordinary trees in front of you."

The men split up to cut down the trees. They didn't quite understand. Zhan Lian had said that there was a wood-type zombie in the woods, but why these trees seemed harmless? Didn't they mean that wood-type zombies could control ordinary trees to hunt?

But no one will ask this question, everyone is very sincere to solve the problem, even if there is a dead end ahead,

But for Baihua City, it is also worth fighting hard. After all, the life in Baihua City is indeed happy, everyone has a sense of belonging, and wants to shine for Baihua City.

Soon, the trees were cut down by men with various supernatural powers. Everyone moved forward and spent half the night. Except for cutting down trees, they didn't meet a single animal or even a zombie.

An Ran had a more tormented half of the night than anyone else. She was always between control and anti-control. The dull pain in her head was like sawing. It hurts for a while and doesn't hurt for a while.

The pain-free time was very short, during this period, An Ran could utter a few words, and during the rest of the time, she could not move her hands, feet, body, or even her mouth.

She pointed out the direction for Zhan Lian and the others, and they led her to cut down trees while walking forward. Every time they approached the zombie in the forest for a certain distance, An Ran had to fight against it again, regain control and counterattack. Control it once, it feels the same as dying once.

During this night, she died and died countless times, and the control and anti-control limits of her brain were refreshed again and again. At the end, An Ran was wondering whether she had no limits, whether she would not die, and could always Keep refreshing.