Chapter 295

"Then he will become..."

Hu Meiling rubbed her fingers and stopped talking.

She suddenly felt impolite to say zombies directly.

"Will he become a beautiful zombie like you and Tangtang, or will he become such..."

Hu Meiling pointed to Grandpa fan's Zombie and suddenly felt it was inappropriate. After all, it was her father-in-law. She turned her finger and pointed to the blue girl standing at the door secretly looking at the zombie in the yard.

The zombie of the girl in blue looked at Hu Meiling's hand and swallowed a lonely in her dry throat.

The smell of flesh and blood went straight into its nose, but it stood cramped at the door. Zhang Yiming's existence made it unable to move and trembled all day.

Even so, it doesn't leave here.

"No." Zhang Yiming spit out three words and handed the paper filled with numbers to fan Tangtang, "copy it a hundred times."

Fan Tangtang blinked and smiled, "OK!"

Only a hundred times!

It will be finished soon!

"And those."

Zhang Yiming pointed to the schoolbag carried by grandpa fan's Zombie and said expressionless.

Fan Tangtang: "... OK (tired)!"

Zhang Yiming raised his feet and walked into the room. There was no expression on his face, but he looked with a taste of warm sunshine.

This is his face. He looks calm and sunny.

In fact, he is a small bellied man. He is only warm to one person.

When he was in college, Bai Cuizhu's previous boyfriends became predecessors because of him.

Now, his heart still hasn't changed.

He was so filthy that he never did anything to stir up discord in his youth.

He just wants to guard silently. That's good.

For the first time he admired a man so much.

Envy that he can be accepted by Bai family and become a member of that family. Envy that he can be with Xiaozhu.

Now, what makes him envy and envy is the cold night white now.

Zombie virus has no solution at present. People scratched by zombies will become zombies.

But lengyebai didn't become a zombie, even if he looks like he can become a zombie soon.

In fact, if you don't become a zombie within a few minutes after being invaded by the zombie virus, it means you have resisted the zombie virus.

This means that after this period of time, it is still human.

The process was painful.

He would rather have this pain.

Cold night white looks a little bad, but Zhang Yiming is not in a hurry.

It won't die anyway.

Torture him. What's the matter?

Abuse him. What's the matter?

Let him sleep in the kitchen. What's the matter?

Why don't you give him food?

Who saw it?

Who dares to go out and talk nonsense?

Zhang Yiming pursed his thin lips, as if... A little wronged.

Unfortunately, no one saw it.

Hu Meiling was relieved to hear Zhang Yiming's answer.

Not everyone will become zombies like her son and Xiao Ming.

If it turns into a screaming zombie, the white family has to wash clothes like her every day!

Washing clothes is not terrible. What's terrible is washing clothes every day.

She did not make complaints about her grandfather's meaning.

In the room.

The big sweat drops on the white face of cold night fell, and the wound on his body had been wrapped up by fan Liping.

Only the wound in the bend of the leg is left.

There is a missing piece of flesh and blood at the bend of the leg, with a little rotten meat.

The brown blood flowed directly on the white bed.

Zhang Yiming glanced at the dark bed and frowned.

I really want to strangle him.

Unfortunately, I dare not.

If Xiao Zhu knows, he must be killed.

He can only bully Xiaozhu quietly when he is away.

I dare not let outsiders see it.

Counselled~

"Xiao Ming, what about his wound?"

Fan Liping took alcohol and gauze and looked at the bend of white legs in the cold night. He didn't know how to start.

It looks like rotten meat and black blood, which makes people jump at a glance.

It looks like a precursor to becoming a zombie!

"Never mind."

Zhang Yiming did not know where to take out a needle tube and looked at the cold night white wrist.

I want to draw blood and study it.

Fan Liping looked at the needle in Zhang Yiming's hand, which was thicker than his arm, and his face jerked.

"Xiao Ming, he has lost too much blood now. He can't be drawn any more!"

Fan Liping silently snatched the needle in Zhang Yiming's hand.

In this state of cold night white, if you are drawn blood by the unscrupulous Zombie King again, it's too late to become a zombie, Xiao Leng will hang up!

"Make him some delicious tonic."

Zhang Yiming opened his mouth gently, and his eyes were still staring at the cold night white wrist.

This guy hasn't become a zombie. Maybe he has antibodies against zombie virus.

If you get his serum, you may have a chance to become human.

Human beings, these two nouns clearly describe people from the beginning.

Now it only refers to the survivors.

Those who used to be human beings have become monsters who are neither human nor ghost.

Even if he has all the trembling powers and authority of zombies, he still wants to become a real human, even if he discards all his power.

"... OK."

Fan Liping looked at the very weak cold night white, silently nodded, turned and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

By the way, he took the needle out.

After fan Liping went out.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yiming had another needle in his hand.

The needle tube is thicker than the wrist. If you take a tube, it will be enough for a meal!

The needle of the needle tube can pierce his blood vessels by a millimeter against the white wrist of the cold night.

The needle advances bit by bit.

When he was about to draw blood, Zhang Yiming stopped.

He hesitated.

If Xiao Zhu knew, he would not only kill him, but also hate him, wouldn't he?

Zhang Yiming silently put the needle away, glanced at the cold night white on the bed, stretched out his fist and made two gestures in front of him.

Aggressive, but not lethal.

Cold night white lying in bed, motionless, sleeping very peacefully.

Zhang Yiming took a deep breath, did not alleviate the depression in his heart, pursed his thin lips and strode out.

Out of sight, out of mind.

This damn man!

I really want to chop him up and feed fan Tangtang!

In the kitchen, the pan was on fire again.

Fan Liping chopped chicken and potatoes crisply.

The ferocious little song zombie curled up in front of the stove, holding firewood little by little with his stiff fingers.

Dull eyes stared at fan Liping from time to time, and suspicious liquid flowed out of his mouth.

"Make the fire bigger!"

Fan Liping glanced at the still boiling water and said to Xiao Song's zombie.

The stiff fingers of the zombie of Xiao Song moved back and forth faster, and more liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth.

When fan Liping was making ground pot chicken, Grandpa fan's Zombie couldn't help but silently left some kitchens.

"Dad, you can eat the ground pot chicken later. When it's ready, I'll put a bowl for you first. Don't worry!"

Fan Liping bared his teeth and smiled at the old zombie behind fan Tangtang.

His father likes pot chicken best. Although his craft is not very good, he still insists on making pot chicken every day, and then feeds his father himself.

I hope he ate too much pot chicken and could recall the scene before the end of the world.

In the dull eyes of the old zombie, he looked at the stove in horror and turned around silently.

It is only interested in people who make ground pot chicken, but not in ground pot chicken.