Chapter 192

"Sister, where are we going now?"

Bai Yifan touched his nose and silently stayed away from some zombies on the ground.

The rotten smell goes straight to the sky. It's really uncomfortable.

He smelled sick and wanted to vomit.

Bai Qie took a look at Bai Yifan, who was developing in the direction of Niang gun, and resolutely said, "today I mainly take you to play."

If her brother doesn't experience it again, she will poke her face with her brother's orchid finger one day!

This is not the most terrible.

The most terrible thing is, what if my brother goes to Thailand crying and shouting?

The whole world is at the end of the world. There is no place to buy air tickets!

"Play?"

Bai Yifan has a face of disbelief.

How can I have the consciousness to take myself to play except for myself.

"Yes!"

Bai Qie nodded definitely on her face, then sat in the battery car and patted the back seat, "come on!"

Bai Yifan is a little nervous, but he still gets on the battery car.

Die, die!

After all, he is my only brother. I can't throw him directly into the zombie nest, can I?

Cold night Bai took a look at Bai Yifan behind Bai Jue, and his eyes were extremely sad.

Once I wanted to split Bai Yifan twice and throw it out.

It's cool to think about it.

But there was no complaint.

Bai Yifan is a vegetable, frustrated, counselled and badly beaten.

Can't stand his old sister.

You can't offend him.

He'll be killed by his sister.

"Xiao Ming, would you like to join us?"

Bai Juzhu stopped beside Zhang Yiming with a small battery on.

Zhang Yiming glanced at the crowded battery car and smiled gently, "yes, but there's no place."

"Why not? There are not many places here. Just stand here!"

White Jue calmly pointed to the position in front of her.

Many parents take their children and let them stand in the front.

It doesn't matter whether she brings people or not. What matters is that Bai Juzhu wants to experience the feeling of being a parent.

Zhang Yiming's mouth rose slightly. Just about to speak, lengyebai got off the bus.

Under the gaze of the public, the cold night's white face and expressionless squeezed in front of Bai Jue, squatting like a primary school student.

He pulled the handlebar with his hand.

The tall body was in a ball. Even if he was half squatting in front, Bai Jue still could barely see the road ahead.

Everyone was stunned.

"Don't you... Squeeze?"

For the first time, Bai Qie began to doubt whether lengyebai had some trouble in his brain.

Normal people can tell she's kidding, okay!

"OK, very good." lengye looked at Zhang Yiming coldly, "you sit in the back!"

Don't try to compete with the palace!

This palace will not die, you are mortal after all!

Zhang Yiming:

Zhang Yiming couldn't help it. He stretched out his slender fingers and gently rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

In fact, he can run down the ground.

He runs very fast.

"Brother Zhang, come and sit down! I don't think you're riding a motorcycle today!"

Bai Yifan was very happy to shoot his rear position.

Brother Zhang is a good man!

The milk powder given to him is a luxury.

His favorite big brother, no one.

What? Brother Leng?

Don't ask, ask, Bai Yifan said, he didn't send milk powder!

Zhang Yiming's mouth was slightly undetectable, and his eyes looked at the distance, and then sat behind Bai Yifan.

There were four people in the small battery car.

The only girl, Bai Tui, drives.

Bai Juzhu twisted the handle, the battery car gave a light sound, and walked slowly in one direction.

Ten minutes later, in a distant corner, a zombie thief in a blue suit looked at the direction of the battery car.

After confirming that Bai Juzhu and others have gone far.

The suit man zombie took out a pair of disposable gloves from his pocket.

Stiff fingers rubbed for a long time before rubbing open the transparent plastic gloves.

After five minutes, the transparent plastic gloves were neatly put on its rotten hands.

The rotten corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and then he took two steps in the direction behind him.

In front of a cool black motorcycle.

This is the boss's motorcycle.

Its mission is to get the motorcycle back.

This is the boss's task.

Rotten fingers in plastic gloves pressed on the handle of the motorcycle.

The rotten fingers stained the inside of the plastic gloves black, with the isolation of the plastic gloves. The black blood and rotten meat on its hands were not contaminated with the black motorcycle at all.

The zombie in a suit with transparent plastic gloves slowly took away his hand and confirmed that he had not soiled the motorcycle.

A humanized smile hung on the face of the zombie accessory of the man in suit.

The boss's things can't be dirty.

Then, the suit man zombie stretched out his stiff fingers and took out a roll of garbage bags from his pocket.

The black garbage bag was slowly opened by the rotten fingers of the zombie.

Because of the plastic gloves on his hands, the garbage bag is extremely difficult to rub open.

"Roar --"

The zombie in the suit hissed angrily in his throat.

His face was ferocious and his voice was hoarse, but he still rubbed the garbage bag obediently.

In its hands, the garbage bag was ravaged into a ball, flattened and ravaged into a ball.

After some tossing, the suit man zombie finally rubbed the black garbage bag open.

Half an hour later, the suit man put two black garbage bags on the Zombie's feet.

"Ho Ho"

The roar of the beast in his throat became a little light.

The corpse of the man in suit, with plastic gloves on his hands and black garbage bags on his feet, rode on a black motorcycle.

Static ――

Five minutes later.

A look of surprise appeared on the rotten face of the zombie of the man in suit.

Why does the boss of the car leave when he sits on it, and it doesn't move when he sits on it?

The suit man zombie sat on the motorcycle. The motorcycle didn't move and didn't even put the brakes away.

After sitting for ten minutes, the suit man zombie finally got out of the car.

It felt that the boss's motorcycle had a problem with it.

The master sat down and it left.

When it sits, the car doesn't move.

"Roar --"

The zombie of the suit man roared angrily at the cool motorcycle, and even had the impulse to rush up and bite.

But it held back.

This is the boss's stuff.

If you bite, you'll be killed.

There was a sigh in the throat where the beast roared.

The zombie in suit squatted down dully, stretched out his rotten fingers and tightly fastened the body of the motorcycle.

With one effort, the motorcycle was steadily carried by it.

The heavy motorcycle was firmly on its rotten neck, and it was rubbed off by the motorcycle. A piece of rotten meat didn't care.

Creak creak~

The bones creaked on the zombie of the man in suit.

Probably a little overwhelmed.

But there was still no expression of pain on the dull face of the zombie in a suit.

It doesn't feel pain.

With heavy steps, the suit man zombie walked in the opposite direction of the battery car, step by step towards their old nest.

work steadily.

The rotten fingers of the zombie of the suit man cling to the motorcycle like carrying its most precious thing.

Along the way, I can occasionally meet other zombies.

When other zombies saw the zombie of the suit man coming, they all avoided in fear.

They can instantly tell which is a high-level zombie.

Fortunately, those little cute brains are not working well, and no one laughs at the zombie of a suit man carrying a motorcycle.