Apocalypse Arrival - chapter 217

Song Sanqian thanked her, and pulled out a young man from the crowd who followed, “This is Song Ping, my nephew, if you have anything to ask me, let him know.”

Song Ping, who was much older than Chu Qianxun, flushed and rubbed his head nervously, “Sister Chu, Brother Ye, I also live in this hospital, so I’ll be fine. I’m not good at anything else, but gossip. I’m familiar with the situation in the entire base.”

Many heads protruded in and out of the yard, carefully watching these people who saved the entire base.

Several young girls were crowded in the windows of the attic on the second floor.

They whispered with their heads sticking out.

“Did you see him? It’s that little brother.”

“Ah, so handsome, so handsome, clean and beautiful.”

“I was standing on the top of the gate, and I saw him from a distance. He only raised one arm, and the ground broke open and swallowed all the demons. He is really amazing.”

“That’s right, fortunately they came. I thought everyone would die.”

“You don’t know, the demon rushed in front of me. Suddenly a yellow sand condensed hand appeared in the air, and it grabbed the demon in front of me. You know, I was frightened. I almost thought I was going to die there. Ah, ah, I really want to thank him.”

“Then you go help him fetch water.”

“No… I dare not.”

“Ah, someone went first, it’s Bilian.”

At the edge of the well, a beautiful, weak and helpless woman blushed and thanked Ye Peitian who came to fetch water.

He nodded coldly, and walked through with a bucket.

“Look, she got slapped in the face. He is so tyrannical when killing demons. He is a cold Male God.”

Under their adoring eyes, the “cold Male God” rolled up his sleeves, exposed his white and tight arms, took a bucket of water, went back to the house, set a pot on the briquettes stove by the window, and began to cook rice.

“…”

The crowd of little girls peeping around: “….”

What about the strong and cold Male God?

A woman appeared in the window, looked at the food in the pot, stretched out her hand to grab the collar of the young man, pulled his head slightly, raised her head and kissed him on the cheek a bit.

That fair-skinned, beautiful, strong, cold, and cooking boy turned red in an instant.

It turned out to be her husband.

A group of girls hiding behind the window retracted their heads and sighed.

With a pair of shackles on his wrist, Yue Wenhua was locked on a pillar outside the house. His limbs had been connected and he could barely walk, but the shackles on his hand were made from the outer shell of a fourth-order demon. He secretly made a lot of effort, but could not open it. He could only sit in silence and humiliation on the red brick ground.

In the yard, there were residents walking back and forth from time to time, some children who would look at him curiously, and adults avoiding him as a prisoner.

A little boy ran in from outside the courtyard with a small piece of black and hard bun in both hands.

What was thrown on the ground before the apocalypse that no one might have looked at, was precious and rare food.

He shouted with excitement, “Brother, brother, see what I brought back.”

A thick and fat man stepped out of a small black wing beside the courtyard door, grabbed the boy by the collar and lifted him up, “Dog b*stard, if you get food, why not use it to honor your stepfather, me? If I didn’t come back early today, you and your brother would be swallowing everything!”

“Stop, you let me go. It’s mine, I brought this back for my brother.”

“What’s yours? Do you think that you could talk back to me since you are now first-order? Your mother is my woman, and all your things belong to me.”

The man snatched the food in the boy’s hand and pushed his small body to the ground.

The cruel times taught these children how to fight for their own things.

The boy rolled twice on the ground. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but he got up without saying a word. He slammed into the tall man and bit his finger severely.

The man became fierce. His sturdy arms violently squeezed the little boy to the ground.

He was a power ability holder. With the cruel attack, the red bricks on the ground even broke.

Looking at his bloody fingers, he couldn’t help himself, drew a cane from the corner, and drew it on the boy who was curled up on the ground.

A teenager rushed out of the house and protected the boy who fell on the ground, “Uncle, don’t hit him. If my brother is not sensible, you can hit me if you want to.”

The boy was an ordinary person. He gritted his teeth and stopped making a sound. He covered his struggling brother, leaving his thin back to the murderer.

The cane of the ability holder whizzed down, causing blood to ooze out of the young boy’s weak back. However, the young man tightened his back and said nothing. He stretched out his hand to cover his brother’s eyes tightly.

The wanton man was suddenly hit by an invisible barrier.

He staggered a few steps and looked around puzzledly. Not far away was a man with shackles sitting on the ground, looking at him with cold eyes.

“Damn you, a locked prisoner, dare to…” The man rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward. He suddenly trembled, as if seeing something standing behind Yue Wenhua, shrank his neck, looked terrified, and returned to the house. .

The boy got up from the ground and supported his brother with little arms.

“Brother,… blame me for being useless. I couldn’t beat that person,” the boy who was whipped by his stepfather was silent and his face was full of tears at the moment.

“Why are you crying? I’m fine.”

His elder brother who was also young, hissed, barely got up, and bowed in Yue Wenhua’s direction. Turned his head and stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from his brother’s face, “Okay, don’t cry.”

Seeing the two brothers in front of him, Yue Wenhua looked away.

That was what his brother used to say most often to him, but why was he so awkward at that time that he didn’t listen to his brother once.

Until that moment, the demon’s cruel chewing sound was in his ear, and his brother’s bloody hand stretched out and closed his eyes.

‘Don’t look, Wenhua.’

A man walked over. Yue Wenhua looked at the man the priest called a devil. He knelt down and put the two bowls of noodle soup that had just come out of the pot into the hands of the little boys who supported each other.

“Eat, I’m here, he won’t dare to do anything anymore,” the demon Ye Peitian showed a gentle smile.