Chapter 52

So the line-up of the people is like this - Mo Wen walks in front with Yu Lanshen on his back and the backpack he carried before drunk Wuye, Xiuqi walks on the side of Mo Wen without expression, and drunk Wuye carries a bag that is not only half a person tall but also bulging, which is about to burst into the same broken bag, full of pain on his face.

His image is ruined... Ruined.

"Boss, there's our car in the north of District 3." Xiuqi, who ignored the drunkenness all the way, quickly walked to the side of the ink tattoo and asked in a low voice, "it's about half an hour's walk. Shall we go directly?"

"It's just two months now..." Mo Wen whispered to Yu Lan, who was sleeping quietly, but his answer was not what he asked.

What two months? Xiuqi was very strange, but he didn't ask.

"Go back to where I lived before." Mo Wen said faintly with his eyelids down.

Listening to the indisputable words of ink, Xiuqi naturally won't have any objection. Drunk without night, he completely suffered a face. He dares to guarantee that Mo Wen definitely wants to go a long way to fix him!

However, Mo Wen didn't think so much. He just thought that Zhang Xin would come over these days.

After the corpse tide has passed, he will still take Yu Lan back to the place of death. If Zhang Xin dies in this place, it will be very troublesome for him to find such a promising mobile businessman.

Of course, no one can say whether Mo Wen has the idea of staying drunk all night.

The building where Mo Wen and Yu Lan lived before was still dead. The tall building still had the large and small holes that the three-level zombie had climbed through. At a glance, it was full of devastation.

Drooping eyes looked at Yu Lan, who was sleeping very well. Mo Wen's arm slightly lifted the tall building and tightened her.

Now Yu Lan will be targeted by various high-level zombies for unknown reasons. He must become stronger to protect her.

Seeing the silent ink, he stood there in a daze, drunk all night, casually found an old car and sat on it.

"Xiuqi, why do you say the boss has to come." he rubbed his shoulder and turned his eyes when he was drunk all night. "It's just to fix me... As for it."

In fact, it's not very tired to carry such things for the drunk night who is a power, but he's really uncomfortable because the back package is too full.

"You think too much." Xiuqi was as cold as ever.

I've long been used to being drunk with a hot face and a cold ass. hey hey, when I smiled and had to talk, I suddenly heard the motor sound of the motorcycle. When he stood up, he saw a man riding a motorcycle towards them. His fluffy hair looked like a lump of straw in the strong wind.

This time, Zhang Xin didn't follow a string of zombies behind him. He came here alone.

Seeing Mo Wen holding Yu Lan standing in the middle of the road waiting for him, he was moved. He stopped the motorcycle and walked towards Mo Wen.

Unfortunately, before he could say anything, he heard the unhappy voice of Mo Wen.

"Go."

"Where are you going?" Zhang Xin was stunned.

"Go to the south." Mo Wen said calmly.

“……”

The green veins in the forehead jumped twice. Zhang Xin covered his heart and only felt that he was going to die. He just came here from the South dead and alive. He hasn't stopped breathing. Now he's going back to the south?

Unfortunately, Mo Wen didn't give him a chance to complain. He turned and walked to the north of District 3. The car they took when they came was in that direction.

"Yo, so you're the one waiting for the boss?"

Just when Zhang Xin hesitated whether to rush up and punch Mo Wen to relieve his anger, and then he was killed gorgeous, he was badly patted on the shoulder and nearly knocked him to the ground.

Drunk all night, he looked at Zhang Xin up and down like a monkey, touched his chin and said solemnly, "it's just a third-order power. Why is the old assembly waiting for you? Are you special?"

"You mean... Mr. Mo was really waiting for me here just now?" Zhang Xin was stunned when he heard the speech. He consciously equated the boss in the mouth of drunk night with ink.

"Of course, it's still fake." zuiwuye showed a very deceptive and bright smile. He patted Zhang Xin on the shoulder again. This time, his strength relaxed a lot, but it made Zhang Xin feel a suffocating chill, "We were in a hurry to leave, but the boss had to come here to wait for you. Ah... If I hadn't waited for you, I wouldn't have walked so many steps here."

Because I carried a very unsightly broken bag and drunk all night, now I am full of resentment against ink, and Zhang Xin is also involved, "so you say, how can you compensate me, newcomer?"

Completely ignoring a few words after being drunk all night, Zhang Xin was very moved now, "did Mr. Mo deliberately wait for me here when he had to leave?"

If Mo Wen leaves quietly, a third-order power will probably be eaten by zombies in zone 3

Although ink is really abnormal in some aspects, it is really a good person... Zhang Xin, who is full of gratitude, thinks so.

"I don't think... It's not." zuiwuye twitched his mouth. Although he didn't know what the ink was thinking, he didn't wait here because he wanted to leave. It's probably just because the guy in front of him is easy to use.

Looking at Zhang Xin's grateful and tearful appearance, he was very "kind" and didn't say what he thought.

"What kind of power are you?" seeing Zhang Xin pushing his motorcycle behind them, drunk all night, he turned back and stared at his driveway. "Your motorcycle is good. Have you improved it? Some parts of the wheel should have been strengthened by gold powers."

"This car has indeed been modified. Because I rely on it to carry me in my usual transactions, I naturally need to strengthen it." Zhang Xin touched the seat of his motorcycle and smiled. "It has been with me for nearly a year."

"Trading? Are you a mobile businessman?" finally, a pair of big brother like eyes lit up and said, "are you a space power?"

"Well, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zhang Xin. I'm a mobile businessman." Zhang Xin nodded and suddenly had a bad hunch the next second.

Sure enough, the next second when I was drunk all night, I pointed to the "huge" backpack behind me and said proudly, "can you put it in and carry it very heavy."

Looking at the half person high backpack behind the drunken night, Zhang Xin thought about his space of only one cubic meter, shook his head with a bitter face, "sorry, my space should not fit."

"How could it?" drunk night smiled and hugged Zhang Xin's neck. There was a bright smile on his mouth, but his voice was very cold. "Don't you want to help me?"