Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang lay quietly in the shade and looked at the sky. His impatient breath burst out of his nostrils as his chest rose and fell. The right hand was sore with acid and numbness, and the pain felt like a wave of tide, as if the right hand was now being cooked in a hot oil pan.

Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored the pain in his right hand. He just looked at the sky. It seemed that his mind had not yet recovered from the fight. Short and intense fighting also consumed most of his strength. Now he is lying on the ground and even his fingers are lazy to move. Until the little girl's smiling little face was printed in the curtain.

“Uncle, you suck. Oh, I'm gonna shoot you right now. You're gonna roll over and kill me for so long? And, ah, you seem to have killed this one a little smaller than mine. ”

Yang Qiao squatted beside Zhang Xiaoqiang's face and looked into his eyes. His face was filled with a slender smile.

Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled a white eye at her: “It hurts not to talk standing up. Does the little girl have a pork foot halo? Why are these two things only for me to find her? ”

Yang Keer squatted beside Zhang Xiaoqiang and wrapped his right hand around him. Zhang Xiaoqiang laid down on the floor as a dead dog, looking at the dense crown on his head and thinking: “My luck is really bad! I didn't say anything before I met Yankee. After I met her, I connected to bad luck. At night, the camp almost got killed by a mutant beast. I almost got strangled overnight in a small building. I almost got dragged to death by drinking rain. Now I want to get cold and almost get bit by that thing. ”

“Did this little girl Yankee die of Heaven's Evil Lonely Star? It's bad luck to follow her.” Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully gauged the busy little girl in front of him and thought.

Yang Qiao raised his head and saw Zhang Xiaoqiang looking at her, revealing a brilliant smile to Zhang Xiaoqiang. His white cheek was red by the heat of his side, like a delicious red apple. Big eyes bent by laughter into moon teeth filled with a pool of fresh spring, then laughter scattered a little starlight. With two tiny bars and two tiny tiger teeth, Yankee looks super cute right now!

Momentarily, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart was detonated by the adoration on Yang Keer's face. From head to foot, there was a chicken affair: “The little girl is mine, no one can take her away.” Zhang Xiaoqiang swears to the god of the man in the house!

“Hiss!!! Gently, you're bandaging me, not hairing a pig's hoof!” Zhang Xiaoqiang was interrupted YY by the pain in his right hand and complained to Yang Kel.

“All right, all right! It's not my fault. I've never done this before. Besides, who made you do this to yourself? I don't know how to take care of myself!” Yankee relaxed her movements, complaining in her mouth, and a little daughter-in-law complained about her husband's feelings.

Zhang Xiaoqiang actually enjoyed Yang Keer's little grievances. After living alone for many years, he also made his heart isolated. Now, with the little girl's fight, he also lived. Yankee squatted around and carefully scrubbed her wound, drugged and packed with gauze.

Zhang Xiaoqiang laid under the shade of the tree and felt the cooling air on the ground. He didn't even seem to feel the pain of his right hand. He didn't want anything empty in his mind, but felt this moment of peace and quiet.

“Uncle, come on! See if you're satisfied!” Yankee voice shook away the rare comfort.

“Well, so soon?” Zhang Xiaoqiang opened his eyes to some reactions.

“Well, uncle, look at my craft!” Yang Kel pressed as if he wanted to be praised by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

How can I put it? Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand now looks very mundane, really mundane.

The whole right hand is wrapped like a stunted wild sorbet. Either it's recessed here or it's raised there. There are three gauze joints. I think Yankee herself found that the bag was not wrapped, and the place where it shouldn't be wrapped is all wrapped up. Again, he punched the patch with gauze and looked at the layer of gauze Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that his right hand seemed to weigh half a kilo.

No bow, no lipstick stamp, but a little girl twisted it with a red pen that she didn't know she'd found there: "Produced by Cole”. Below is also a heart-shaped logo that looks like a counterfeit trademark.

“Can barely afford to go through it and not be proud to continue working.” Zhang Xiaoqiang laughed and praised Yang Kel conscientiously.

“Well, I know!” Yang Ke 'er is also very satisfied.

“But, Uncle! I don't think there's any gauze!” Yang Qiao turned around and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang's right arm and said.

“Yeah, I'll figure it out!” Zhang Xiaoqiang promised with no expression, but he was mourning: “That's more than a kilo of gauze! ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that he was about to rest and stood up. His left sleeve had been bitten into a broken fishing net by that thing. Even the animal skin embedded in his sleeve had been bitten everywhere. Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang poured in a breath of cool air, the animal skin didn't even hurt the army knife! If you bite directly on your body, your muscle bones won't hold the drip!

I'm glad I didn't lazily set the hide on my clothes. Walk to the body of that thing and weigh it carefully. The size of that thing is about the size of a rural doggy, the shape is very long, the body is narrow, the limbs are short and thick, the legs and feet are disproportionate to the body, about one to five, and it looks weird.

One head was blown to pieces by Yang Kool and blurred, leaving only the chin and neck tied together. One was struck with a fist by Zhang Xiaoqiang to barely see the appearance, the head is a bit round. The long, fluffy tail reaches about one-half of the body and looks a lot like an African weasel.

“Uncle, what is this?” Yankee was curious to poke the body with a horn gun.

“Hmm! It looks familiar, and a little smaller is like a weasel in the countryside who likes to steal chickens, or Huang Daxian.” Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered the mouse wolf skin he saw hanging on the wall at his uncle's house when he was a kid.

“Can you eat?” Yankee seems eager to try the wild flavor.

“I don't know. Should be able to eat, right?” Zhang Xiaoqiang was somewhat uncertain, and his father had never hit a weasel while hunting before.

“Rat wolf bite? Why in the trees? Can a weasel climb a tree?” Yang Kel regards Zhang Xiaoqiang as‘ 100,000 Why ’. He kept asking.

“ ”Zhang Xiaoqiang was depressed.

Yankee had a knife in her hand that she didn't know where to find it, and she didn't want to throw away the stinking blood on the weasel and skin them with cramps, which seemed to have the potential to transform into a smart woman.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand was hung from his chest. He was slightly relieved to see Yankee busy. It was just strange how Yankee was like a Tinker Bell Cat. From time to time, she would come up with some strange things, and she didn't know where she hid them all day?

“Squeak” tree uploaded something screaming, Yankee and Zhang Xiaoqiang were both attracted by the sound, Yankee grabbed the horn gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang hid behind a pair of ‘I am sick and wounded' appearance.

What does the “squeak" sound keep coming and calling seem to be with some anxiety?

Less often than not, three round little heads were protruded on the trunk of the tree, three mouse wolves larger than mice appeared in shape, and their eyes gleamed brightly under the tree.

“Wow, that's so cute!” Yankee screamed loudly, and the three mouse wolves shrunk back scared by Yankee screaming.

“Is it true that we entered their territory before they attacked?” Zhang Xiaoqiang understood something.