Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

But men don't have any protective tools, so they just hold the girl in their arms.

Jiang Yu took a deep breath. Although the news was shocking, she also understood what should not be said. "I can only keep her body for five years at most. ”

Han Bei's eyes looked gently at the person in his arms, his voice was gentle, “It's okay, that's enough. ”

Five years, more than he thought.

When Jiang Yu went out of the house, he took off what was on his body, and his heart couldn't stop being horrified.

She thought Han Less looked normal, but it was actually already abnormal.

As always, only Han's lover was known to have died of accidental illness and did not know the bending.

Jiang Jian was terrified that Han would become infected with the virus, and he persuaded him to remain silent in the end every time he was scared to death.

Because the man said only one thing, "If I get infected, you bury us together. ”

Five years is neither long nor short.

Han Beidi is in her thirties, and the women in the base have few thoughts every day. After all, one step can climb to the sky, who has no idea.

But when a drugged woman was thrown into the zombie herd, they all took a break from it, don't say it was back on fire, even mention it.

Those who knew the truth thought the corpses had been buried, including Jiang Jian.

Han Bei moved the thing, and the cabinet in front moved away, revealing the scene behind him.

Probably no one would have thought that Han Shao's room still had a room behind it.

He walked in, and if the people at the base were here, he'd be surprised.

Because Han Xiao hasn't laughed much since a few years ago, and the ice doesn't seem to taste humane at all.

But now, his eyebrows and his face are incredibly tender.

“Misty. ”

The man's low and gentle voice rang.

Dang dang dang dang.

Those who are strangled... perhaps that should not be called men, whose skin has been visibly decayed, their eyes whitened, their faces squealed, and their throats roared low.

It's a zombie that humans can't be more familiar with in the last century.

Han Bei indifferently sighed, holding each other like a treasure, helpless, “Every time is so bad, luckily the sound insulation is good, otherwise my brother will have a headache. ”

The zombie struggled with his body but was held tight, twisting his head, trying to bite the flesh of the man, full of glare and greed.

Han Bei smiled, “Want some? ”

Zombie howling, struggling.

“Don't move, let your brother hug you.” Han Beidi sniffed each other's hair slightly and lowered his eyebrows. "It stinks again, it's time to take a bath. ”

He smiled, "You know, you like to be clean all the time. ”

The zombie is just a low-level zombie, and no matter how it moves, it can't bite the flesh and blood of the person.

Han Bei punched water.

This time the zombie was very uncooperative because it was so agitated that it could not eat the flesh of the person every time.

Water splashed the ground, a house.

The smile on the man's face faded, staring at the zombie, gradually losing the temperature.

The cold ice blade pierced the zombie's chest and broke a big hole.

It was somewhat unwillingly struggling to crawl, and the white eyeballs greedily looked at the person opposite, seemingly trying to bite.

Han Bei sighed indifferently, “You know what? I wanted to give it to you. ”

He smiled slightly, mentioning the man, his eyes became incredibly tender, "but I regretted again that you were not my foam. ”

'Cause Misty... loves to be clean. ”