He’s Super Sticky

Mo Yan sat on the bed, propped one leg, and supported his head with one hand on his knees. He carefully looked at the rather clean storefront that had been tampered with, and secretly said: My little zombies are pretty clean.

From my house?

The word that suddenly appeared made Mo Yan stunned for a moment, and then a bright smile appeared on his face. This word is good, and I am happy to hear it.

Mo Yan read it secretly twice again, and read his heart sweetly.

After the sweetness, he turned his head and looked at the door, what did his little zombie do?

Mo Yan sat on the bed and waited for more than ten minutes. The little zombie still did not come back. He frowned, with some inexplicable worry in his heart, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

After waiting for another ten minutes, the little zombie still didn't come back. This time Mo Yan couldn't sit still, and he jumped up from the soft bed with a bang, and walked out with a pair of big long legs.

Obviously it is a Level 4 spirit zombie, and Mo Yan also understands that this ability of the little zombie level is supposed to be the existence of the king and hegemony in the zombie group. Even if it runs into the crowd or the base, it has only passed the end of the world for two months. The human being is definitely not the opponent of the little zombies. Even the first day he was called the hope base, he estimated that he was beaten by the little zombies on the first day, but he was inexplicably worried about the little zombies' safety.

The worry is very irritable.

Mo Yan flipped his hand, took out a cigarette from the space, controlled the ability to light the cigarette, and even saved the lighter.

Mo Yan also has a space ability, which is much larger than Huang Xiao's space ability. Every time the space ability is upgraded, the space will double, and it will be like a growing small world. .

Now his thunder and fire ability has three levels, and his space ability has two levels. It has been expanded from a large playground, just like a stadium. The one thing that has not changed is the spring water in the middle. Mo Yan has drunk it. In addition to this spring water is sweeter. There is no other use, so he usually uses it for bathing.

However, he uses it quietly. His space ability is not convenient to expose, nor is it impossible to disclose it, but because Huang Xiao, who grew up since childhood, is also a space ability. Space ability players have no attack and defense tricks, just one. The mobile warehouse needs protection from others every time he goes out. Huang Xiao is already a little unconfident and blames himself for not being able to fight. If his spatial ability is exposed again, Huang Xiao will probably think more.

Therefore, Mo Yan's spatial abilities are rarely used, generally only when he is alone. Collective activities and pretending are always Huang Xiao.

Mo Yan is not a person who is confident and caring about others. If Huang Xiao hadn't grown up with him and had a good personality, Mo Yan would not think so much about how he was comfortable.

After smoking a whole cigarette, the little zombie still did not come back. Mo Yan's brows became tighter. He walked to the railing and looked at the first floor of the mall, and he saw dense zombies underneath, which was terrifying. Some headaches.

However, he just frowned, and then put his hand on the railing blankly, his toes raised on his toes, and the muscles of his arms bulged in an arc due to his movements.

Just when he was holding on to the railing to jump into the pile of zombies on the first floor, a roar came from below, and then Mo Yan saw the little zombie who had just disappeared roaring in anger, stiff and pale face quickly He flew over.

Mo Yan's heart was relieved, and his hand was withdrawn from the railing. He stood on the spot, squinting his eyes and carefully looking at the little zombies coming to him.

It was only after this look that the little zombies looked pretty good-looking.

Before the incident happened suddenly, he didn't even come and watched it carefully. He just watched it in a hurry. The little zombie "caught" him and put him in his nest, pushed him onto the bed and left.

This will take a closer look and discover how the little zombie looks and likes it, even the skin on his mouth makes him feel very good-looking.

The clothes on the little zombie are a bit dirty, but he seems to be paying attention. There is no blood on the clothes and exposed skin like other zombies. The arms and legs are white and thin. Of course, white is pale white, dead. White. The waist is not clear, and the clothes are too big to completely cover the body, which makes Mo Yan a little pity.

Looking up, the slender neck of the little zombie was pale and pale. One side was intact, but it was rotten again and again. The rotten meat hung on the neck, giving people a very disgusting feeling.

Mo Yan looked at the rotten flesh on the neck of the little zombie, but his heart suddenly ached, and an unspeakable anger was growing.

The little zombie turned into a zombie after the neck was bitten.

At that time, how painful he was when he was bitten, how desperate, why was he not by the little zombie at that time?

Mo Yan's eyes burned with anger, and he wished to release the zombie that had bitten the zombie, and he wished to punch him who was not beside the zombie at the time.

He hadn't thought about it at all. When the little zombie was still a human, the two of them didn't know him at all. It didn't matter to him that the little zombie became a zombie, but Mo Yan was inexplicably unable to pass his own level.

"Roar"

The little zombie quickly stood beside Mo Yan, and stubbornly fought Mo Yan, who was a lot taller than him, on his shoulders, and walked towards his territory.

The nails on the hands of the little zombies are very long, and the nails of the zombies also contain viruses. After catching a human, even a human who has evolved into a supernatural being caught by a zombie will have a chance to become a zombie.

But the little zombie was very careful when he grasped Mo Yan's hand. He seemed to know that he was special. When he grasped Mo Yan, he peculiarly put away his nails. The action was cautious, and he was afraid that he would use Mo Yan. Hurt.

Mo Yan, who was lying on the little zombie, naturally felt the little zombie's care for him.

Mo Yan couldn't help but curled up the corners of his mouth triumphantly. Even though his realistic consciousness is very awkward and uncomfortable, it damages his image, but it does not affect Mo Yan's mood.

Mo Yan was quickly thrown back onto the soft princess bed by the little zombie.

"Roar, roar."

The little zombie screamed at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan felt inexplicably that he understood the little zombie's words.

The little zombie seems to be angry? Angry that he wants to leave?

No, no, he didn't want to leave.

Mo Yan raised his head and looked at the little zombie's face. The little zombie's face was pale and terrifying like his exposed arms, and there were a few faint blue veins. There was a scratch on the left face near the ear. , The trace is quite long, about five or six centimeters, just like the wound on the neck, the meat inside and next to it is rotten, which seriously affected the original beautiful face of the little zombie, and looked a little terrible and nauseous.

Mo Yan did not think that the injuries on the face of the little zombie were the same as those on the neck, which made Mo Yan distressed and angry. He did not realize that the little zombie was ugly and disgusting. In his opinion, the little zombie was the cutest and the cutest. good-looking.

Mo Yan knelt on the bed, stretched out his sturdy long hand before he thought of it, and hugged the little zombie who was crying angrily by the bed.

The angry roar of the little zombie stopped abruptly with his movements.

Mo Yan held the little zombie and pressed the little zombie's head firmly on his shoulders. The nose was full of the rotten smell of the little zombie and the smell of clothes and hair. But Mo Yan did not smell these bad smells, his expression remained unchanged, and even a faint smile of pleasure, lightly patting the little zombie's back with one hand, with some distress and comfort.

He was pleased with the special, angry, and various emotions that the little zombies showed towards him, and he felt sorry for the little zombies' experience.

"Little guy." Mo Yan said this title, and felt something was wrong. He didn't know what was wrong, but he was a little awkward.

He had a serious face, as if thinking about a major event in life, and suddenly a big smile appeared on his face, "Honey, sweetheart."

He said this name several times, and he felt more and more satisfied. Although it was weird to call a zombie a baby, he couldn't stop Mo Yan from being happy. Even the little zombie roared because of this title in his arms.

Although the voices are all the same, Mo Yan knows that little zombies like this name.

He smiled at his unreasonable and absurd idea.

"Baby, I didn't want to run." Mo Yan explained. He inexplicably felt that the little zombie was angry because of this, "I want to find you, baby."

"If I don't go, how can I be willing to go?"

He thought his little zombies could understand.

really.

"Roar"

This time the voice of the little zombie was a little quieter. Although it was still loud in Mo Yan's ears, it was probably because of the beauty in the eyes of his lover. Mo Yan felt that his little zombie was acting coquettishly and shy because of his words.

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth curled up. He felt that the little zombies were so cute. He just looked at the little zombies and listened to the sounds of the little zombies, and he felt happy and happy in his heart.

After living for more than 20 years, it was the first time that Mo Yan aroused such emotions.

This little zombie is simply his treasure. The more Mo Yan thought about it, the more rippling, regardless of the mess of the little zombie and the cold skin of the little zombie, it was actually a pair of big hands reaching into the little zombie's clothes and touching the little zombie's skin.

It is not as warm as a living person's skin, and it is cold and stiff, but Mo Yan feels it feels great.

Touching, Mo Yan stopped his hand suddenly, looked at his palm stiffly, and secretly said, is it possible that he has a necrophilia?

Thinking of the zombies outside, Mo Yan shuddered, no, no, he only did this to the little zombie baby in his arms.

Just when Mo Yan was traveling the gods, the little zombie suddenly pushed Mo Yan away, and Mo Yan was stunned. In the next second, he saw that the little zombie had just put a cloth bag in his arms.

Only then did Mo Yan see that his little zombie had brought a cloth bag back.

The little zombie looked at him, then looked at the cloth bag in his arms.

Mo Yan understood the meaning of the little zombie.

He opened the cloth bag in his arms, and he was taken aback. The cloth bag contained a lot of food, such as canned meat, ham, vacuum-packed chicken wings, and other foods that would drop the water.

Mo Yan did not expect that the little zombie had just gone out to find food for him. He looked at the food and the corners of his mouth were raised uncontrollably.

The little zombie pointed to the cloth bag again.

Mo Yan pushed the food away according to the movements of the little zombies, and he saw the dense crystal nuclei under the food. He roughly calculated that there were nearly two hundred crystal nuclei.

In such a short time, his little zombie not only found food for him, but also gave him so many crystal nuclei, and most of them were attributeless, which he could absorb.

Mo Yan looked at the cloth bag in his hand, and an idea arose inexplicably.

The little zombies in his family want to support him?

The author has something to say: Mo Yan: My benefactor is a little zombie, he is so cute and misses the sun

Zhang Lixin and others:... Could it be that the zombies caught zombie poison? Brain damage like this?

Little Zombie: Roar