Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

98-2

The Westerner who carried a python with him, was tall and strong, and terrifying, and his arms and legs were much longer and wider than normal people.

When Xue Yu recalled Lun's appearance, a hissing sound filled his ears, and the whole person suddenly hung in the air and was carried on Lun's broad shoulders.

Lun moved the person upwards with discretion. One of his rough hands was placed on Xue Yu's waist and back, and the other was inserted into the thin white leg gap, holding the very soft right calf.

The left calf was hanging in the air, swaying slightly as he walked.

Xue Yu saw a scene similar to a mass escape in a short period of time, and saw a passerby who he thought he would never see again, who was carried away by the other party. His mind was a little confused.

He called out in a daze: "...Lun?"

Everyone was running around, and no one noticed this unique Westerner. Lun picked up Xue Yu who was about to slide down, and seeing that Xue Yu's face was a little pale, he used his poor Chinese vocabulary to piece together a sentence.

"I'll take you to a safe place."

Xue Yu was stunned for a moment, grabbed the clothes on his shoulders, whispered thank you, and said: "I have a companion."

Lun's answer this time was very timely: "Only save you."

Obviously, this Westerner did not have any savior sentiments, or if he did, it was just pitifully rare.

Xue Yu pursed his lips and said nothing. After all, the other party was generous enough to risk saving him. It was not his obligation to save one more person. He lowered his eyes to wonder if Xin Xiao would be okay, and patted him slowly with his hand on his waist.

Lun said awkwardly, "No, I'm angry."

He didn't know if he was not smart or it was too difficult to speak a new language, the man spoke awkwardly, "They told me to only bring one back. If I bring one more, they will be angry."

Xue Yu blinked, and his half-clustered eyelashes moved, "I'm not angry, I should thank you..."

Hearing this, Lun's cautious eyes slowed down a little, worried that he would be unhappy.

The police responded at a considerable speed. Xue Yu could faintly hear the sirens, but this time it was not a small fight. He lay on Lun, who was super-high, and could see several people who could not escape being bitten by zombies in the back.

His face became paler and paler as he saw the skin being torn off, the sticky meat swallowed in the bloody mouth, and the zombies feasting on them.

As if sensing Xue Yu's fear, Lun walked faster.

Soon they walked out of the dangerous area and arrived at a small alley with few people.

This was a road that led to nowhere, and Xue Yu should have asked, but he suddenly screamed, the hanging white leg swung, and he grabbed Lun's clothes and spoke.

"Lun, it got in..."

In response to Xue Yu's urgent request for help, Lun tilted his head and said in his thick-tongued Chinese accent: "Bricks? There are no bricks."

The stickiness and coldness unique to cold-blooded animals on his legs became more and more intense. Xue Yu's back felt numb and he quickly corrected: "It's not a brick, it's a drill. Your snake got in."

Lun insisted: "There are no bricks."

Xue Yu: "..."

Unable to rely on Lun, Xue Yu wanted to turn around and catch the snake out by hself, but after just two moves, his soft belly on Lun's shoulder moved back and forth, so he whispered: "Don't do this, I can't walk fast."