Chapter 55

Night fell.

Outside the shopping mall, a tiger wind began to blow. At the same time, there were snowflakes falling from the sky.

Cold blooded zombies are not afraid of this cold wind. They seem to be born to adapt to the world.

In the mall, in the small warehouse.

The boxes are piled up, with convenience food and many fruits, but the high temperature during the day is too intense, which makes them melt, and each one looks unhealthy.

But the people here are frantically robbing the rotten fruit.

Next to that pile, there is a pile of relatively intact bright fruits. People can't help but open their mouths and swallow them.

This pile, no one moved.

Qin Xiaoyu came over, took two apples, several oranges and some sour plum, and slowly came to a pile of flames.

Next to the fire, Fang Mo sat there and closed his eyes. In front of him was a small bowl. The food in it had been eaten up and brushed very clean.

Clatter.

Qin Xiaoyu put the fruit in his hand, turned to the other side, opened the huge quilt, drilled in, looked at the man beside him and closed his eyes.

"How do you feel like a beggar?"

Zhang Qiang sat by the fire, shivering with cold. Even if he was covered with a quilt similar to Qin Xiaoyu, it seemed that he could not resist the cold wind.

Shua!

Miso!

Fang Mo opened his eyes and a forest cold flashed in his eyes.

Qin Xiaoyu climbed out of the quilt and went to Zhang Qiang, who already had red cheeks and a lot of blood on his forehead. He slapped him: "shut up if you can't speak. No one forced you to speak!"

"That's it. I'm not allowed to say..." Zhang Qiang muttered to himself. Seeing Qin Xiaoyu holding out another pair of jade hands, he quickly covered his mouth: "Wuwuwuwu, no, Wuwuwuwu, say, wuwuwu..."

He glared at him. Qin Xiaoyu took advantage of this period of time to drag his quilt next to Fang Mo, then rolled around and slept like a caterpillar.

Fang Mo saw it, but he didn't say anything. He picked up the apple and bit it twice. The sound in his ear made him suddenly stare at Zhang Qiang.

"I didn't speak, and I didn't eat sweet potatoes..."

When he finished, he closed his mouth, his mouth flat like an air bag.

However, he is actually good. At least he can reach out and eat some fruit. He doesn't look like someone on the other side. While his expression is crazy and shivering with cold, no one dares to make any movement and extreme depression.

Someone just made a sound, but then the man became a corpse and could no longer make a sound.

Of course, Fang Mo is the one who did it.

Those people suddenly understood that this is a man who has almost no desire and no desire, and looks like a tyrant. Who dares to question his words, waiting for nothing but death!

They began to miss middle-aged people. After all, no matter what happened to each other, they would never kill because they made a voice, nor would they be regarded as a sneak attack because they leaned over

Who dares sneak attack?

Some speculators just want to seize the time to find out Fang Mo's preferences.

Everyone can see that this will be the master here in the future.

However, in fact, they are quite happy. They can eat sausages and meat controlled by middle-aged people in the past.

At least life is better than before. As for psychological oppression

Big deal, don't make a sound, don't lean over, just tiptoe?!

I was speechless all night.

Nothing else happened that night except a few unkind zombies who ran in and were killed by Fang mo.

No, it should be said that something happened.

For example

Fang Mo saw a terrible scene!

Those men and women gathered together, and then began a crazy carnival. They were not afraid to infect some disease and madly did some primitive actions.

Desire, depression, release

It is reflected incisively and vividly in them.

In the morning, when the sky lit up, after the temperature recovered, they began to sleep with their arms, and the big flame in front of them went out slowly.

The warmth of the day is like early summer. It is not too hot, but it is not too cold. It is just suitable for sleep and activities.

The crazy people who had been tired all night fell asleep slowly at the most suitable time.

They seem at ease.

After all, there is Fang Mo here, and they also see his strength.

It is a strength that can protect most people and suppress this side at the same time. They are very relieved.

At night, it's too cold. If they don't move, they can only sleep against the fire like Zhang Qiang wrapped in a quilt, which makes them unbearable. Therefore, under the crazy repression, they release their primitive and soul stirring desires.

"Get up!"

Fang Mo stretched out, stood up and moved, and said to himself, "this set of actions can't bring me any pressure, alas!"

As he became stronger and stronger, his warm-up method has changed. For example, today, after waking Qin Xiaoyu and Zhang Qiang, he ran out and killed some zombies crazily.

He didn't know how many zombies he killed, and suddenly he became much more comfortable.

A happy man, he took a basin of water and took off his underwear. Then he drenched his head with this basin of water.

WOW!

"Cool!"

The drops of water slipped down his body and made him cry comfortably.

"Big brother, dinner is ready. Sister Qin has prepared dinner for us to eat!" Zhang Qiang came over yawning. At this time, he had no deeper obsession with the basic drama of killing zombies. He just wanted to... Eat and sleep and eat.

And this expectation can be met as long as you follow Fang mo.

Fang Mo took out a cigarette and lit it. It's really harmful to health, but how strong is his body now? It's nothing to say about this small toxic and side effect.

He walked slowly to Zhang Qiang with a cigarette in his mouth. He waved it with a slap.

No!

Originally, he didn't want to play, but said: "the reaction ability is good. It's qualified. Train again. If there's any zombie coming at that time, you should practice your skills. It's not possible to always rely on me."

"No, brother is so powerful. How dare you run wild in front of you? It's enough for me to be a waste." Zhang Qiang's face is deep and his eyes contain the purest worship.

Fang Mo stopped and looked at him.

In his eyes, the inexplicable light filled Zhang Qiang's heart with confusion and... Fear.

After a while, he begged for mercy and said, "what the big brother says is what the little brother starts training immediately. I hope I can become stronger in the future and help the big brother do something. Waste can't be on the table. Even if it's less than one ten thousandth of the big brother, it should be one in a million..."

When Fang Mo left, he took a deep breath. There was a cold sweat all over his forehead: "scared to death!"

Fang Mo's eyes are not afraid, but the cold inside always makes his back cold. It seems that as long as he doesn't follow what the other party says, he can only wait to die

The three people ate slowly and shook their heads involuntarily for the almost dead people over there.

After dinner, Fang Mo picked up his backpack and said, "pack up the things here. Take more fruits with you. Let's... Go!"

This place is definitely not suitable for training as a base area. It is too bright on all sides. Once there is a scene of monster evolution, no one here can run away at that time.

Fang Mo still prefers some plans given to him by Ye Qingcheng and makes himself more powerful first.

Talk about something else later!