Devil's girlfriend of the last days

Night fell.

The tiger wind started to blow outside the mall, and at the same time it shook, snow fell from the sky.

Cold-blooded zombies are not afraid of this cold wind, they seem to be born to adapt to this world.

In the mall, in a small warehouse.

The boxes are piled up, there are convenience foods, and there are also a lot of fruits, but the high temperature during the day is too intense, causing them to melt, and each one looks unhealthy.

But the people here are frantically snatching the tattered fruit.

Beside the pile, there is a pile of relatively intact bright fruits, which makes people want to swallow them with their mouths open after seeing them.

No one moved in this pile.

Qin Xiaoyu came over, took two apples, a few oranges, and some sour plums, and walked slowly in front of a bunch of flames.

Next to the flame, Fang Mo sat there with his eyes closed and rested. There was a small bowl in front of him. The food in it had been eaten and he was scrubbing very clean.

Dang Cang.

Qin Xiaoyu put the fruit in his hand, then walked to the other side, lifted the huge quilt and got in, looked at the man beside him, and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

"How does it feel like Big Brother is a bit beggar?"

Zhang Qiang sat beside the flames, shivering with cold, even if he was covered with a quilt similar to Qin Xiaoyu, it seemed that he could not withstand the cold wind.

Huh!

bass!

Fang Mo opened his eyes, and there was a cold flash in his eyes.

Qin Xiaoyu crawled out of the bed and walked to the side of Zhang Qiang who already had red and swollen cheeks and a lot of blood on his forehead, and slapped him: "Shut up if you can't speak, no one will force you to speak!"

"It was originally, it's not allowed to say it..." Zhang Qiang muttered to himself, seeing Qin Xiaoyu stretch out another pair of jade hands, he quickly covered his mouth: "Uuuuu, no, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Ooh..."

Glancing at him fiercely, Qin Xiaoyu took this period of time to drag his quilt next to Fang Mo, then rolled around and fell asleep like a caterpillar.

Fang Mo saw it, but didn't say a word. He picked up the apple and took two bites. The sound in his ear made him suddenly stare at Zhang Qiang.

"I didn't speak, nor did I eat sweet potatoes..."

After he finished speaking, he closed his mouth, deflated like a gas bag.

However, he was actually quite good. At least he could reach out and grab some fruits to eat. Unlike the other person, he looked crazy and shivered with cold, but no one dared to make the slightest movement and was extremely depressed.

Someone had just made a sound, but then that person became a corpse and could no longer make a sound.

Of course Fang Mo did the shot.

Those people suddenly understood that this is a man who is almost desperate and like a tyrant. Who dares to question his words, there is nothing waiting for him except death!

They began to miss the middle-aged people, after all, no matter what the other party did, they would never kill because they made a sound, let alone be treated as a sneak attack just because they leaned over...

Who dares to attack?

Some speculators just want to hurry up and find out Fang Mo's preferences.

Everyone can see that in the future, this person will be the master.

However, they are actually quite happy. They can also eat the sausages and meat that the middle-aged people used to control.

At least life is better than before. As for psychological oppression...

The big deal is not to make a sound, not to lean over, and to tiptoe?!

No words for a night.

Except for a few eyesless zombies running in and being killed by Fang Mo, nothing else happened this night.

No, it should be said that something happened.

For example...

Fang Mo saw a terrible scene!

The men and women gathered together, and then they started a crazy carnival. They were not afraid of infecting a certain disease at all, and were doing some primitive actions crazy.

Desire, suppression, release...

It is vividly reflected in them.

In the morning, when the sky lighted up and the temperature recovered, they each hugged each other and began to fall asleep, and the large flame in front of them slowly went out.

The warmth of the day is just like early summer, not too hot, but not too cold, just suitable for sleep and activities.

Crazy people who had been tired all night slowly fell asleep at the most suitable time.

They seem to be at ease.

After all, Fang Mo was here, and they also saw his strength.

It is a kind of strength that can protect most people and at the same time suppress this side, they are very relieved.

At night, it’s too cold. If you don’t move, you can only sleep by the fire wrapped in a quilt like Zhang Qiang. This makes them unbearable, so they will release the primitive and ecstatic under the madness of depression. Desire.

"Woke up!"

Fang Mo stretched his waist, stood up and moved around, muttering to himself a little uncomfortably: "This set of actions can't bring me the slightest amount of pressure, alas!"

As he became stronger and stronger, his warm-up method had also changed. For example, today, after waking up Qin Xiaoyu and Zhang Qiang, he rushed out and then frantically killed some zombies.

He didn't know how many zombies he had killed, suddenly he became a lot more comfortable.

He was happy, and took a basin of water in his hand. All he was left with was his underwear, and then he showered his head with the basin of water.

Wow!

"Cool!"

The drops of water slipped off his body, causing him to let out a comfortable cry.

"Brother, it's time to eat, Sister Qin has already cooked the meal, let us go over to eat!" Zhang Qiang walked over with a yawn. At this time, he has no more insight into the basic drama of killing zombies. Obsessive, he just wants to... sleep when you are full, and eat when you are full.

And this expectation can be met by just following Fang Mo.

Fang Mo took out a cigarette, this thing is indeed harmful to health, but how strong is his body now?For this small side effect, it is not a problem.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he slowly walked to Zhang Qiang, and he slapped it over.

Missed!

Originally, he didn't think about fighting, but said: "The reaction ability is good, it is qualified, and then train again. If there are any zombies coming by then, you should practice your hands. Always rely on me. That is No way."

"Don't, the eldest brother is so powerful, how dare the younger brother be wild in front of you? I just need to be a trash, that's enough." Zhang Qiang's face was deep, with the purest worship in his eyes.

Fang Mo stopped, just staring at him in a daze.

In his eyes, the inexplicable light made Zhang Qiang's heart full of puzzlement and... fear.

After a short while, he began to beg for mercy and said: "What the eldest brother said is what the younger brother will start training immediately, hoping to become stronger in the future, or to help the eldest brother do something. Yes, even if it is less than one ten thousandth of the big brother, there should be a one millionth...

When Fang Mo left, he took a deep breath, his head was covered with cold sweat: "Scared to death!"

Fang Mo's eyes were not afraid, but the coldness in it always made him feel cold on his back. It seemed that as long as he didn't follow the other party's words, he could only wait to die...

The three of them ate slowly, and shook their heads involuntarily for the almost dead people over there.

After the meal, Fang Mo picked up his backpack and said, "Pack up here, and bring more fruits you can take. Let's...go!"

This place is definitely not suitable for training as a base area. It is too bright on all sides. Once there is a scene of monster evolution, no one will be able to run away.

Fang Mo still liked some of the plans Ye Qingcheng gave him more, and first made himself more powerful.

Say anything else later!