Chapter 213：

For nearly an hour of fierce fighting, all zombies were wiped out. The crowd was relieved and began to dig out the crystal nuclei in their heads. Tang Miao held a dagger and dug one by one the head of his zombie who had been shot dead with an arrow. His dagger and the other dagger reached the head of the same zombie at the same time, Tang Miao raised an eyebrow at the owner of the dagger. The man grinned and walked away consciously.

Tang Miao dug a total of 29 crystal nuclei, walked with a smile to Tang Sihuang and Qianxiu to show him.

Tang Sihuang jaw said, "Well, at least I don't have to worry that you won't get one point for this mission." Because the Fruit Corps now implements distribution according to work.

Tang Miao still smiled: "Even if I can't earn points, you still have to feed me."

Tang Sihuang smiled slightly.

Tang Xin passed by behind them, mockingly: "Sorry to say."

Tang Miao squinted at him: "What qualifications do you have to laugh at me? Didn't you just dig coal just now?"

Tang Xin walked straight back.

At this moment, the sun is about to set. I can't go back today. Not far away are the workers' accommodation, which has three floors. They drove the car to the front of the dormitory building, and first sent 30 people into three groups to clean up the zombies in the building. Then they moved kitchen utensils, took food into the building, sealed the door, and went directly to the third floor. There are six bunk beds in each dormitory, and the Fruit Corps occupies one.

Tang Miao asked for a bunk, and could not sleep again and again. It's still so long since he and Tang Sihuang slept separately for the first time, always losing the weight across the waist of an arm that doesn't belong to him, it always seems like something is missing. The wind outside is very strong, and the glass of the window is a little loose. Every time the wind blows, it sounds a little loud. There was no sound except the sound of the wind.

司 Tang Sihuang was on his bunk, without any movement, not even turning over, making Tang Miao angry and jealous. If there were no other people in the room, he would surely get into Tang Sihuang's bed. He does not deny that his skin has thickened.

I do n’t know how long, Miao Tang finally fell asleep, got up the next morning, but he was light-headed, his head was stuffy, and he was stupid when he heard someone calling him, and wanted to answer, but he had no strength, and his throat was hot. Toasted, it always seemed to block something, and it was very uncomfortable.

"It should be cold." The voice was familiar, but Tang Miao was not sure who it was.

"... Is the quilt uncovered at night ..."

"I'll go boil some water ..."

"I'll make myself ill all night, regardless of you." The owner of this voice put a soft object under his head, and then added a quilt on his body.

Daddy? It's heavy ... Tang Miao felt that she was out of breath, struggling to lift her heavy right leg, and lifted the quilt with one foot.

"Tang Miao!" Tang Sihuang called out with a warning and pressed the quilt tightly.

Tang Miao reluctantly opened his eyes and glared at him, breathing hard, anxious and wronged: "Daddy, it's too heavy, I can't breathe. I want to get up."

"You have a cold." Tang Sihuang removed the top cup, pressed him to stop him, and squeezed the corner.

"It's okay after taking the medicine." Tang Miao held her hands and thought of getting up, but her body was so heavy, as if she was not her own, and struggled for a long time without sitting up.

司 Tang Sihuang frowned and looked at him, with folded arms.

"Daddy, I have no energy." Tang Miao stared at him accusingly.

Tang Sihuang slowly lifted him up and sat up, put his hand over the sweater at the end of the bed and put it on him. Tang Miao leaned softly on his chest and allowed him to pull his arm up and tear off. Then he noticed that only he and Tang Sihuang were left in the room. Two alcohol stoves are placed on a bunk bed, one is boiling water and the other is cooking porridge.

"Daddy, what about the others?"

"Digging coal underneath." Tang Sihuang wrapped him tightly with a quilt, took another quilt and kneaded it together and put him against his back.