I saw countless armored soldiers, holding iron shields that were three meters high, gradually surrounding the living dead. The iron shields made a loud "click" sound, as if countless gears were twisting, interlocking, and finally connected into a chain.

An iron wall as high as a hill trapped the zombies inside.

Even if there were fish that slipped through the net, they were all trampled to pieces by the armored cavalry guarding the outside. Blood splattered everywhere, and a bloody smell quickly filled the air.

A crisis that was difficult to resolve was thus settled.

Yan Qing was dumbfounded: This is too beautiful...

Chunxi cried and ran behind Yan Qing: "Second princess, how could there be such a terrifying monster!"

Yan Qing patted her back to comfort her. Thinking of her act of protecting the master just now, he felt a little moved, so he said solemnly, "If there is any danger in the future, remember to run away first. Don't be stupid and die!"

Chunxi pursed her lips, and the tears that had just stopped flowed again.

Yan Qing sighed silently, the little girl is loyal, but she loves to cry a little too much.

"Huh." Looking at the two people who were in deep love with each other, the man sneered, but his meaning was unclear.

A cavalry guard rushed over, dismounted and knelt in front of Yan Qing. To be precise, he knelt in front of the man next to Yan Qing. His movements were smooth and smooth, without any delay.

"Your Majesty, all monsters have been captured!"

The man jumped out of the car. The armor on his body was stained with blood, but the iron clothes were tight. The cold iron light was filled with an indescribable murderous spirit: "Reorganize on the spot and send a team of people to search for survivors."

"yes!"

"Tsk, tsk!" Yan Qing touched his chin. This kind of demeanor and temperament cannot be possessed by a male protagonist, right?

Plot writer: [It’s a mess! Everything is a mess!]

Plot writer: [How come the romantic encounter between the hero and heroine was snatched away by a supporting character like you!]

The plot master yelled again, Yan Qing rolled his eyes and cursed: "Shut up!"

Hearing this low scolding, Zhao Chuyun turned his head and looked at Yan Qing.

The man who caught his eye had regular features, deep eyes, and black hair tied high with a gilt crown. Although his appearance was a bit messy, he still couldn't hide the arrogance in his body.

Yan Qing suddenly remembered the description of Zhao Chuyun in the book - the man stood with his hands behind his back, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and phoenix eyes. He had the domineering demeanor of an ancient king.

But after seeing the real person, Yan Qing felt that the description was conservative and that his own temperament was more outstanding.

Yan Qing's mind raced rapidly. Given her fate as a little cannon fodder bound to the waste system, surviving in the apocalypse was still the apocalypse of ancient times. Not to mention submachine guns, armored vehicles, and communication equipment, she didn't even have the tools at her disposal. If she wanted to survive,

To survive in this crisis-ridden apocalypse...can't we hold on to the hero's thigh?

However, her current situation is extremely embarrassing! There is also a fake princess in the car!

Plot writer: [Cannon fodder should make a low-key exit, you have already lived an extra quarter of an hour.]

The electronic sound sounded again.

Yan Qing's fist hardened and he cursed angrily: "Can your mother shut up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Chuyun's cold gaze came over. Yan Qing stiffened and said with a grin: "No, I didn't say anything about you."

"But His Royal Highness Duan Wang?"

The heroine Wen Wenwen in the carriage finally opened her mouth, lifted the curtain and walked out.

Comparing the two, Yan Qing could be described as in a state of embarrassment. Fengguan Xiapei was no longer there, her little face was pale and bloodless, she had messy plain hair, and her wedding robe was stained with mud.

But Wen Wen was still neatly dressed and had a decent smile on her face.

Seeing the gentle face, a trace of surprise flashed across Zhao Chuyun's face, and his gaze stayed on Yan Qing's face for a while before looking away.

"The second princess of Xixia has met the prince." Wen Wenfu bowed.
Chapter completed!