Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang threw away some lunch cards, his cheek was a little hot, one heart was not very calm, and he beat up violently. It said it was human milk. Zhang Xiaoqiang really believed that it was human milk, and he could not find a cow in the gathering place. Dairy products expired long ago. Relatively speaking, as long as a woman had children, there would be milk and water.

Ignoring his heart, the eyeballs always aim at the lunch plate, thinking about it for a long time, Zhang Xiaoqiang still decided to order a copy. He didn't have the courage to drink it, he just wanted to know the taste on it, he didn't need to try it himself. As for the person to taste it, is there a child who is not yet 18 years old?

‘Ding...'

The ringing bell on the wooden table rang a crisp bell and woke the surrounding Guests, who looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang together. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care, and the hairdresser leaned against the back of the chair waiting for someone to come.

For more than ten seconds, a woman in a dark patterned cheongsam walked over and stood beside Zhang Xiaoqiang and asked softly.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not answer the first time, his eyes were caught under the cheongsam's leg. After a while, he vented his breath and looked at the girl, who looked 167 years old, and said:

“Give me the best bottle of wine, twenty kilos a glass. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang was embarrassed to say human milk in front of the girl. She had to vaguely say twenty kilos of self-made nouns. The girl was stunned first, then smiled in front of her mouth, nodded her head, and then stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang burningly, waiting behind her.

Seeing the shine in the girl's eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang understood that the girl was waiting for him to pay first.

“How many?”

“Thank you, 180 kg total”

The girl left, Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the girl's lumbar limbs, her cheeks were covered with dark red lipstick, he had only one thought:

“It feels really good when it's big. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang gave 200 kg of food stamps without change. In his consciousness, this thing was printed by himself. There was no need to be cheap. His generosity caused the girl to react violently, a rave kiss. Zhang Xiaoqiang almost choked. He was still thinking about it. After hanging out with the yogi for a long time, they also became like the yogi?

A bottle of Chivas, a white unknown object placed in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, or the girl, she put the tray down in front of her chest, held her upper body up, a clean and delicate smile on Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“Pfft..." Zhang Xiaoqiang masterlessly clapped on the girl's buttocks, the girl didn't scream, she threw Zhang Xiaoqiang a glamorous eye and turned away, looking at the range of the buttocks · pointed swing, obviously she got what she wanted.

Zhang Xiao Qiangyang proud, sitting on a wheelchair with Erlang's legs lifted, arms spread apart, took over a large part of the place.

“Pfft...” “Ah...” “Touch..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang heard a crisp sound, a scream from the girl, turned around and saw the girl knock the tray on the head of a guy who learned Zhang Xiaoqiang to take advantage, Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled, different lives.

“Gu, gu, gu...”

Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the potato head and drank a cup of human milk. When he saw the potato head drink, he wiped off the residue from the corner of his mouth and rushed to ask:

“Tell me, what's that smell? Does it taste bad? ”

The taro burped, stretched out his claws and scratched his hair, confused, as if he didn't really taste anything.

“It's a little light, a little dirty, it's not too bad to drink, it's not tasty, it feels strange, like I've drunk it before? ”

“All right, all right, you want another drink? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang hastily interrupted, so as not to let the potatoes think wildly.

“It's not good, don't drink it, cockroach, look, this wine..."

The taro is old enough to drink milk. He pointed at Chivas on the table with his fingers. He stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“What do kids drink? Don't you know about drunkenness? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang casually rejected the taro and poured himself a glass of wine. He was still glad that he hadn't drunk it.

By the time Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yaotou made a scene about human milk, the wooden table was basically full and they were all watching performances. The only thing ordered was Zhang Xiaoqiang's table, Zhang Xiaoqiang was strong, which inevitably attracted the special attention of the girl just now.

The last person who came in caused a shock. The whole person stood at the door and blocked all the light sources outside. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked back and almost grabbed the mouse king's blade and jumped.

Zhang Xiaoqiang identified the person as D2 in the first place, so much so that he was more than two meters tall, a transverse face, a short neck rental, a muscle knot, a set of handmade T-shirts on his upper body, and his tight muscles supported the pure cotton T-shirt like biogenic armor, walking room, muscle swimming, like countless little rats on him.

Wearing a large pair of jeans on the underside, the jeans are not long enough and below the knee are attached with other legs because they are hand-tightened and appear to have a different taste.

Wearing a pair of leather striped sandals on your feet, or hand-placed, makes the sandals look very stylish and stylish.

What really worries Zhang Xiao Qianan is the man's eyes, although the man's eyes are slightly abnormal, gray red eyes with a slight chill of killing, overall, he is still human, Zhang Xiaoqiang has not yet seen the long-eyed corpse.

He is the top ten people, the food has been obtained, he divided out evenly by him, he knows his meal quantity, anyway, he will not die of hunger, simply, continue to starve.

But he's had a great time these past few days, working for someone else (he thinks so), keeping the food full, he doesn't care how ugly the person looks when he feeds him, the other person eats in a bowl, he eats in a pot.

One pot is not enough, he needs to eat a few pots, he didn't even count himself. Every time he buried his head and ate rice pile to his voice before stopping, more than 30 people specialize in cooking for him.

The overalls were very nice (he thought so), he had decided not to return them, no deposit was paid anyway, stood at the door and measured slightly, he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang sitting in a wheelchair looking at him.

The sight of the two men collided, the air seemed to emit a faint smell of gunpowder, the two did not give way, and they were more vigorous with each other. Wan Qiang was that nobody dared to look at himself, causing his interest.

Zhang Xiaoqiang killed too many D2-type zombies. He is also somewhat interested in a D2-like human being. He is not afraid of anyone. With his current strength, does he need to be afraid of others?

“Knock knock knock knock...” Wanqiang moved his feet toward Zhang Xiaoqiang, his huge figure lay on the ground, causing a slight tremor, the glass placed on the wooden table was the most sensitive, half full of foreign wine circles formed a chain.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not give up his gaze because Wanqiang came to him, his face flashed with a playful smile, with a slight mockery in his eyes.

The potato didn't understand the situation. He thought about the wine in his heart. Zhang Xiaoqiang and the big fool looked at each other. He carefully raised the bottleneck and poured half a glass into his milk cup and swallowed it.

“Po...” The taro sprayed out, and he swore he'd never had such a bad taste in his life, and he'd never had a cold for alcohol again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was shocked by the movement around him. Turning around, he saw the potato head spitting out his mouth. There was also a strong alcohol smell in the air. Zhang Xiaoqiang understood when he was standing, and the potato head stole the wine.

“Hahaha!!! ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang pointed at the potato head and laughed. He saw that the potato head tasted bitter. The liquor did not spray out of the potato mouth, but choked out of the potato nostrils.

“I told you you couldn't drink, you tasted bitterness, the wine was a man's drink, what kind of wine is a little boy drinking? ”

The taro stopped talking, put the quilt on the table and droop its head. Zhang Xiaoqiang just remembered looking at Wanqiang. He turned around and saw Wanqiang sitting at table one beside him. He looked at Wanqiang's huge figure and was about to sit down. Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately raised his mind and waited to see the joke.