After the Doomsday Rebirth, My Whole Family is Big Brother

Chapter 192, Does Motorcycle Look Down on It?

"Sister, where are we going now?"

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

The rotten smell rushed straight to Tianling Gaier, it was really uncomfortable.

He smelled a little nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Bai Xizhu glanced at Bai Yifan, who was developing towards a bitch, and said decisively, "Today I mainly take you to play."

If her brother doesn't practice and practice again, she is afraid that one day his orchid finger will poke her face!

And that's not the worst part.

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

The whole earth is in the last days, and there is no place to buy air tickets!

"play?"

Bai Yifan had a look of disbelief.

Apart from punishing herself, how could the elder sister have the consciousness to take herself to play.

"right!"

Bai Xizhu nodded affirmatively, then got on the battery car, patted the back seat, "Come on!"

Bai Yifan was a little nervous, but he still got on the battery car.

Die is die!

After all, he is the only younger brother of the elder sister, so the elder sister can't just throw him into the zombie nest, right?

Leng Yebai glanced at Bai Yifan who was behind Bai Xizhu, with extremely resentful eyes.

At one point, he wanted to chop Bai Yifan twice, and then throw him out.

Thinking about it, it's pretty cool.

Not a word of complaint came out of his mouth.

Bai Yifan is very good, very frustrated, very cowardly, and very unworthy of beating.

Can't stand his old sister is amazing.

Can't offend him.

Will be beaten to death by his sister.

"Student Xiao Ming, do you want to come together?"

Bai Xizhu drove the small battery and stopped beside Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming glanced at the crowded battery car, and smiled gently, "It's ok, but there's no room left."

"Why not? There are quite a lot of places here, just stand here!"

Bai Xizhu calmly pointed to the position in front of her.

Many parents bring their children with them, and let the children stand at the front.

It doesn't matter whether you take someone with you or not, the important thing is that Bai Xizhu wants to experience the feeling of being a parent.

The corners of Zhang Yiming's mouth raised slightly, and just about to speak, Leng Yebai got out of the car.

Under everyone's gaze, Leng Yebai squeezed in front of Bai Xizhu with a expressionless face, half squatting like a primary school student.

Pulling on the handlebars.

His tall body was in a ball, even if he squatted halfway in front, Bai Xizhu could barely see the road ahead.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Aren't you... not crowded?"

For the first time, Bai Xizhu began to wonder whether Leng Yebai was a little out of his mind.

Normal people can tell that she is joking, okay?

"It's okay, it's good." Leng Yebai looked at Zhang Yiming coldly, "You sit at the back!"

Don't even think about competing with Bengong for favor!

I am not dead, you will be ordinary people after all!

Zhang Yiming: ...

Zhang Yiming couldn't hold back, 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 are riding a motorcycle today!"

Bai Yifan happily patted the position behind him.

Brother Zhang is a good man!

The milk powder given to him is a luxury.

His favorite big brother, none of them.

What? Brother Leng?

Don't ask, if you want to ask, Bai Yifan said, he didn't send milk powder!

The corners of Zhang Yiming's mouth twitched imperceptibly, his eyes glanced at the distance, and then sat behind Bai Yifan.

A total of four people sat on the small battery car.

The only girl, Bai Xizhu, drove the car.

Bai Xizhu twisted the handle, the battery car let out a soft hum, and walked slowly in one direction.

Ten minutes later, in a far corner, a zombie thief in a blue suit looked in the direction the battery car was leaving.

After confirming that Bai Xizhu and others walked away.

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

After rubbing my stiff fingers for a long time, I opened the transparent plastic gloves.

It took five minutes, and the transparent plastic gloves were neatly put on its rotting hands.

The rotten mouth hooked slightly, and then took two steps in the direction behind him with stiff steps.

Came to a black cool motorcycle.

This is the boss motorcycle.

Its mission is to get the motorcycle back.

This is the task of the boss.

Rotting fingers in plastic gloves pressed against the handlebars of the motorcycle.

The rotting fingers stained the inside of the plastic glove black, with the insulation of the plastic glove, the black blood and carrion on its hands did not stain the black motorcycle at all.

The male zombie in a suit wearing transparent plastic gloves slowly removed his hand, after confirming that he did not dirty the motorcycle.

A humane smile appeared on the face of the zombie man in a suit.

Don't get dirty with the boss's stuff.

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

The black garbage bag was slowly opened by the zombie's rotting fingers.

Because the hands are covered with plastic gloves, the garbage bag is extremely difficult to open.

"Roar--"

An angry roar came from the throat of the zombie man in a suit.

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

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

After a lot of tossing, the zombie man in a suit finally rubbed open the black garbage bag.

Half an hour later, two black garbage bags were put on the feet of the zombie in a suit.

"Ho ho—"

The roar of the beast in the throat became a little lighter.

The male zombie in a suit wore plastic gloves on his rotting hands, stepped on a black garbage bag on his feet, and then straddled a black motorcycle.

quiet--

Five minutes later.

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

Why does the boss of this car walk away when it sits on it, but it doesn't move when it sits on it?

The zombie man in a suit sat on the motorcycle sluggishly. The motorcycle didn't move at all, and didn't even put the brakes on.

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

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

When the master sits, it leaves.

It sits, the car does not move.

"Hoo Hoo—"

The zombie man in a suit roared angrily at the cool motorcycle twice, and even had the urge to rush up and bite him.

However, it held back.

This is boss stuff.

If you bite, you will be killed.

A sigh escaped from the throat that roared like a beast.

The zombie man in the suit squatted down sluggishly, stretched out his rotten fingers, and tightly clasped the body of the motorcycle.

With a strong effort, the motorcycle was firmly carried by it.

The heavy motorcycle was pressed against its rotting neck tightly, and a piece of rotten flesh was rubbed off by the motorcycle, but he didn't care.

creak creak ~

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

Probably a little overwhelmed.

But the dull face of the man in the suit still didn't show any pain.

It feels no pain.

With heavy steps, the male zombies in suits walked towards their lair step by step in the opposite direction from where the battery car left.

One step at a time.

The rotten fingers of the zombie man in the suit were clutching the motorcycle tightly, as if he was carrying its most precious thing.

Along the way, you can occasionally encounter other zombies.

When the other zombies saw the man in the suit approaching, they ran away in fear.

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

It's also fortunate that those cuties are not smart enough, and no one laughed at the zombie man in a suit carrying a motorcycle.

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