Half an hour.

The woman completed this one-sided harvest in just half an hour.

A full container of zombies piled up in front of her feet into a hill, making people's scalp numb.

Cizel couldn't speak.

He has maintained a dull expression for a long time.

From the time when the other party didn't blink and slashed the first head with a sharp skull, he felt a trance, as if the world had deviated from his cognition and was running towards an unknown direction.

The most important thing is that when he remembered that he "self-righteously" reminding the other party to leave quickly not long ago, he was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground on the spot.

——Xizel, who has never known what embarrassment is, will only give others embarrassment, suddenly became obsessed with face, and his face was as hot as it was burning.

Cizel finally came back to his senses. When he saw the woman who had finished harvesting, he pulled a piece of rag from somewhere, and slowly wiped her shiny long knife, hesitated to try to say something.

The other party didn't look up, but seemed to know what he wanted to say, and he actually took the lead: "Thank you."

This was the second time that Cizel heard the other person's voice.

Although hoarse, it is like the beating heart of the earth, inexplicably heart-wrenching and deep and restrained.

Cizel's ear tips were a little itchy, and his stiff body also softened a lot: "No...no, I should thank you...thank you for saving my life."

The other party raised the corner of his mouth slightly to his face, making Cizel feel a little close.

Then she heard her say, "You are the first person to remind me to leave."

She seemed to say something casually, but it sounded inexplicably heavy to Cizel.

He was a little stupid and actually asked, "Why?"

The other party was a little surprised at his simplicity.

"Who doesn't want to do everything possible to survive in this world?"

In such a slaughterhouse-like world, everyone tries to climb up and survive by stepping on other people's heads. The bad side of human nature is put to the greatest extent, and even if you die, you have to take a cushion. Where can you say kindness come from?

Cizel was touched and suddenly understood something. She couldn't speak indirectly. In the end, she could only change the topic and introduce her identity: "I am Cizel, Cizel Robert, and her Chinese name is Yu Xi."

The other party raised his eyes and swept through his mixed-blooded facial contour, paused, and then answered: "I am Jiang Tang."

After she finished speaking, she was ready to meet the other party's shocked or fearful look.

Unexpectedly, this person named Cizel seemed to know her at all.

"Jiang Tang? This name sounds good."

He smiled and lay on the edge of the top of the container, completely forgetting the dangers of the surrounding environment.

Jiang Tang looked at him secretly, but could not see any strangeness in his face.

She asked herself that she had a stingy look at people, and it was impossible for anyone to pretend to be nothing in front of her.

Unless... this person really doesn't know her.

It turns out that her fame is not as great as she thought?

Jiang Tang laughed at himself and didn't say much about this issue.

The knife had been wiped clean, and Jiang Tang did not rush to leave, but instead wandered around several nearby containers.

Xizel took this opportunity to climb down from the top of the box and ran to Jiang Tang.

"Is there something wrong?"

Xizel could see at a glance that Jiang Tang was not wandering around, but was investigating something with a purpose.

Jiang Tang didn't answer the conversation, and his eyes fell on Xizel and could not move away.

It's not because his beauty is dazzling.

It was when Cizel came down from the container that Jiang Tang saw clearly what he was wearing.

And this outfit seems to be out of place with the chaotic surroundings—

He was wearing pajamas, and his tailoring was almost as good as his figure, and it was custom-made at first glance.

The pajama fabric is even more top-notch silk, and it is also filled with the luster of pearl spots under the cloudy sky.

As for the English words where his name is embroidered at the corners of the clothes, the flowers of the flying dragon and phoenix dance are quite unique in English, and there is wealth everywhere.

This kind of clothing may not be rare before the end of the world, but after the end of the world, it is definitely rare.

First of all, given the current lack of resources, no matter how powerful the power is, it cannot afford tailors with such skills.

Secondly, even if it was made before the end of the world, no one could preserve the clothes for ten years to this day.

Not to mention this man, there was almost no trace of the tempering of wind and frost, and even his hair was meticulously taken care of.

Even if Jiang Tang leaned on his identity to the heirs of those major forces, he felt it was unreasonable. In this world, which heirs were not squeezing from the dead to take on the main responsibilities, and it was impossible for him to use massive resources to provide him with him.

In short, it is unreasonable everywhere.

This made Jiang Tang doubt his identity.

Xizer was stared at by Jiang Tang for a long time and felt a little uncomfortable.

He touched his face: "Is my face dirty?"

Jiang Tang shook his head: "Where are you from?"

Xizel suddenly fell silent.

His mind was blank just now, but he was not completely idle.

For example, Cizel has seriously considered the issue of his identity and origin.

His first reaction at that time was to conceal it. After all, in this strange world, it was nothing wrong to be more vigilant.

He even made up a reasonable set of rhetoric, ensuring that it would be impossible to see anything unusual.

However, when he met Jiang Tang's eyes, the prepared lies could no longer be expressed.

I don't know why, but he just doesn't want to deceive her.

Finally, Cizel pursed her lips:

"I'm not from this world."

Even though he knew that this sentence might have irrelevant consequences, Cizel said so.

He said concisely and told Jiang Tang about his experience of coming to another world with his eyes open.

Jiang Tang's face was strange, and his eyes were filled with emotions.

Cizel, who had a serious face, couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Don't you believe it?"

Yes, no one found it outrageous when Mao heard this rashly.

So he concealed his identity by chance?

Cizel felt that this was not his purpose.

Jiang Tang shook his head.

"I believe it."

In the end of the world, anyone who hears the other person's words will sneer, but after the catastrophe, the world has changed drastically, and even mutations have come. What's impossible to travel through time and space?

But the problem is...

"Why did you tell me?"

Jiang Tang believed that he didn't think he would feel good and trustworthy when he saw him.

Some people called her the butcher, the Great Demon King, and said that she did not recognize her relatives and was a cold-blooded monster.

Some people also respect her and are afraid, flatter her everywhere, and please her in every way.

But she won't trust her easily.

It seems that Jiang Tang, who is wandering outside the world, has long felt a sense of purity and trust without any unnecessary factors, and has an indescribable feeling.

She said: "I thought everyone would try to hide this kind of thing as a secret."
Chapter completed!