He’s Super Sticky

In the past two months, Mo Yan's abilities have also been promoted from level three to level four, and the level of the little zombie has remained at level five without moving.

The higher the power level, the more difficult it is to upgrade. In addition to relying on itself, more and more crystal nuclei are needed.

Mo Yan burned all the corpses on the ground with a fire, and then picked up all the crystal nuclei on the ground and installed them.

Up to now, the end of the world has been around for half a year, and the level of zombies has become higher and higher with the passage of time. The number of three-level zombies that were rare in the past has become more visible to the naked eye, and the fourth-level zombies will also be from time to time. The land appeared and appeared, and what made Mo Yan gratified was that, except for his little zombies, he had never seen a level 5 zombies again.

However, Mo Yan is still vigilant. Humans and zombies are now co-evolving. Whether for the safety of himself or the little zombies, he and the little zombies must work hard to walk ahead of the zombies and humans.

"Baby, come here today. Let's find a place to rest." Mo Yan raised his head and looked outside the factory building. The sky outside was already dark at this time. The sky was covered with dark clouds, the wind was strong, the ground was flying sand and rocks, and the cool wind was blowing from outside the factory. Come in, blowing the corners of Mo Yan's clothes.

This was the prelude to the coming heavy rain. Mo Yan stretched out his hand to press the cloak that was blown by the wind on the little zombie, then bent over and carried the little zombie on his back, and walked quickly outside the factory.

Mo Yan is now in the suburbs. There are factories and warehouses scattered all over the place. Not only are there abundant supplies, but there are also many zombies. Mo Yan and the little zombies cleaned up a small area together for an afternoon. Factory.

"Boom"

There was thunder and thunder in the sky, and Mo Yan quickened his pace and ran to a small warehouse not far away.

The small warehouse had been cleaned by Mo Yan a long time ago, and it was empty and airtight, so it was suitable for sheltering from the rain.

Mo Yan entered the small warehouse with the little zombies on his back, and the big raindrops just smashed down, smashing into the ground. Mo Yan frowned and turned to close the door.

With such heavy rain, I don’t know how many people will be sick tomorrow. Since the end of the world, every time it rains, there will be zombie viruses in the rain. After the next heavy rain, the zombie group will completely evolve, and the overall strength will be elevated.

"Mo, Mo." The little zombie lay on Mo Yan's back, stumbling and calling Mo Yan's name.

Although the little zombies can now call out the two words Moyan, sometimes they still call Moyan Momo, and I don't know if it is difficult to say the two different words or for other reasons.

Mo Yan came back to his senses, gently put down the little zombie on his back, and hugged it in his arms.

He is not the savior of the world and cannot save the world. He can only help others as much as possible on the premise of protecting the people he cares about.

The rain outside was very loud, and the iron door of the warehouse was slapped by the wind, making a pattering noise.

Mo Yan took out a large flashlight and put it aside, then took out the bed and sheets from the space, and slowly laid them out. After the bed was made, Mo Yan asked the little zombie to sit down and took out the firewood to start the fire. .

After a while, the bright yellow flames warmed the slightly cold air, and Mo Yan took out the pot and bowl again to prepare himself for today's dinner.

The back was suddenly covered with a cold, Mo Yan turned his head, and helplessly embraced the clingy little zombie to sit on his lap, and slowly smashed the noodles in the pot with one hand.

The little zombie glanced at the food in the pot, then turned his head uninterestedly, got to Mo Yan's lips and kissed him, then buried his head in Mo Yan's arms.

Mo Yan smiled gently, and simply took out the crystal core harvested today, while cooking the noodles, gently feeding the cute little zombies in his arms.

In the quiet warehouse, apart from the sound of wind and rain outside, only the occasional click of flames and the click of small zombies smashing crystal cores.

The warehouse that should have been desolate was filled with sweetness and happiness because of the existence of Mo Yan and the little zombies.

The noodles in the pot slowly rose with an attractive fragrance. Mo Yan put the box containing the crystal core into the arms of the little zombie, and then he held a bowl of noodles, just like that, holding the little zombie and holding a big bowl. He ate the noodles.

The little zombie sat blankly in Mo Yan's arms, holding the crystal core in one hand, looking at Mo Yan who was boldly eating noodles with obsessive eyes, and forgot to move his hands.

Mo Yan looked funny, quickly resolved the noodles in the bowl, and then held the little zombie's hand and fed the crystal nucleus in the little zombie's hand to the little zombie.

His little zombie loves to watch him eat every time.

"Mo, Yan." The little zombie swallowed the crystal nucleus with a click, and saw Mo Yan put down the bowl, and then handed the box containing the crystal nucleus to Mo Yan, signalling Mo Yan to continue feeding him.

I really love acting like a baby.

"Good." Mo Yan rubbed the little zombie's head, kissed the little zombie's eyes, picked up the crystal core and continued to feed the little zombie a few, and then picked up the empty bowl and gave himself a ride. Bowl of noodles, eat quickly.

This time, before Mo Yan finished eating the noodles in the bowl, he heard a noise outside the warehouse.

The exclamation of men and women, the messy footsteps, and the roar of zombies.

Mo Yan's brows frowned. He has cleaned up all the zombies. The group of zombies outside should have been drawn from a distance by the group of people, and listen to the heavy breath of those people outside, they should have been chased far away. The way.

Mo Yan immediately put down the bowl in his hand, wrapped the cloak tightly on the little zombie, and with a wave of his hand, he retracted the next bed into the space, leaving only a quilt, and then took out an inconspicuous car from the space. Put the car aside.

As soon as this was done, the iron door of the warehouse was knocked hard.

"Save us, open the door and let us in."

"Ah, the zombies are catching up. Go and resist!"

"The people inside, you open the door and let us in. We will agree to whatever you want, and we have food. We can give you half of it."

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Mo Yan is not surprised. People outside will run to the warehouse where he lives. Although the zombies around have been cleaned up by him, some warehouse doors and factory doors have been violently destroyed by him, and he There is fire here, which means that under the threat of life, human instinct will prompt them to seek help from the same kind.

Mo Yan wrapped the little zombies in a quilt and sat on the ground. He told the little zombies not to make any noise, and then took a big step, walked to the iron door in three or two steps, unlocked the lock inside, and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, the wind and rain from outside rushed into the warehouse frantically, extinguishing the fire on the ground.

At the same time, there were five or six young men and women who were pouring into the warehouse with the wind and rain.

"Close the door, hurry, don't let the zombies come in!" As soon as they entered the warehouse, the men and women panicked and stretched out their hands. Regardless of Mo Yan's wishes, they were about to close the warehouse door.

Mo Yan frowned, not worried. He sent out a few small fireballs, knocking down the hands of the men and women who wanted to close the door, and then walked outside the warehouse. In the wind and rain, there were four others, three men and one woman. Fighting with zombies.

They were all injured, and they were beaten back by the zombies.

Mo Yan saw the unfavorable situation of the people outside. There were a dozen zombies in the wind and rain. Among them, there were one third-level, five second-level zombies, and the rest were first-level zombies. They madly attacked four people. , I want to tear the four to pieces.

Seeing that one of them was caught by the third-level zombies, he opened his mouth to bite.

Mo Yan didn't care that he would get caught in the rain, so he rushed into the rain, a thunderball smashed against the third-level zombie, and at the same time stretched out his hand to save the person caught by the zombie.

The iron door behind "Squeaky" was heavily closed, and Mo Yan's ears still keenly heard the sound of the lock falling inside.

His brow furrowed tighter.

"Boom"

The thunder in the sky was bombarding, and at the same time, Mo Yan's hand condensed a larger thunder fire ball than before. When the thunder disappeared, Mo Yan's wrist moved and threw the thunder fire ball at the zombie.

Immediately after he stretched out his hand, a thundercloud appeared in the air, purple thunder and lightning intertwined, slashing towards the zombies.

But within a minute, all the zombies that were still brave just turned to ashes and disappeared in the rain.

After doing all this, Mo Yan ignored the four people who were supporting each other and walked towards the warehouse quickly.

Inside the warehouse, there was the sound of pots and bowls falling to the ground, as well as exclamations and begging for mercy. Mo Yan's eyebrows raised a touch of hostility, then lifted his foot, and kicked the iron door with a heavy face.

Under Mo Yan's foot, the solid iron door twisted fragilely, and the lock inside fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The four injured in the rain screen glanced at each other, all frowned, and walked behind Mo Yan.

The warehouse was no longer neat and tidy at this time. There were broken bowls and chopsticks on the floor, and the hot noodles fell to the ground. The young men of the same color fell to the ground in pain, and one of them was still holding it in his hand. Wearing a quilt.

Mo Yan's eyes suddenly became deep. It was the quilt wrapped around his baby before he opened the door.

"Mo, Mo." The little zombie ran out of the darkness and threw into Mo Yan's arms. At the same time, he held a green vine with one hand, and slammed it fiercely on the six young men and women on the ground.

The six people suddenly wailed again.

Mo Yan held the little zombie and carefully checked the little zombie with fire. After confirming that the little zombie was fine, he held the little zombie and walked into the warehouse expressionlessly.

The four people behind him glanced at each other, glanced at a few people on the ground in disgust, and then followed Mo Yan and walked into the warehouse.