Chapter 122

But at this time, they all forget the things that blank has come back... Maybe they don't care when they think of it.

Yes, blank really doesn't care about people, but sugar month will.

"Mo, Mr. mo." seeing that Mo Wen was about to leave, Zhang Xin squeezed out of the crowd and hurried to catch up, "can I apply for something like you?"

"Say." Mo Wen stopped and looked at him.

"I want to go out and continue to do my business as a mobile businessman during this period, but you can rest assured that I promise to come back once a week. I just feel a little uncomfortable staying here all the time." Zhang Xin took a deep breath after he said what he wanted to say and looked forward to looking at the ink.

"I never stopped you from going out." Mo Wen said faintly, then turned and continued to go out.

Is that a promise? Zhang Xin thought of it with joy, but he couldn't jump the next second.

"But..." walking in the last drunk night, I looked back at him and said with a smile, "although the boss doesn't stop you, who knows if you will go and never return?"

"I will come back once a week, I swear!" Zhang Xin raised his hand and vowed to stare drunk all night.

"Well, you seem to have misunderstood what I mean." seeing Zhang Xin's hostile eyes, drunk night couldn't help smiling, stretched out his finger and pointed to Qu Yaoyao walking out of the crowd. "I just think it's very dangerous outside. If anything happens to you, it's not good... So let her come with you."

Listening to the sound of a good man drunk all night, Zhang Xin only felt that a mouthful of old blood was stuck in his throat.

This guy is always an old pervert who can deceive people and put on a look of "I'm for you".

After tossing Zhang Xin drunk all night, he felt that the resentment he had been dragged out in the winter had dissipated. He gathered his thickened cotton padded clothes, and reluctantly followed Xiuqi into the car.

"You say they get married when they get married. Does it hurt when they are free?" after closing the door, they began to complain, "really think it was before the end of the world."

"Now most people think it's basically stable now." Xiuqi said while backing up while turning the steering wheel. "He began to look for the support that they can completely relax."

"Their support is to pretend that this is before the end of the world?" they only feel ridiculous about Xiuqi's words. "That's how they forgot how they hid like a mouse in the early days of the end of the world."

Those people forgot that they were drunk all night. At that time, the city he lived in was like hell on earth.

"I still clearly remember the scene when Linxue and I were out looking for food. Even the people with the car were surrounded by a group of zombies." thinking of what happened more than two years ago, I couldn't help laughing at myself. "There was blood on the window, and there were scrapped cars everywhere on the road. We couldn't find a way out even if we hit everywhere in the car."

"How did you escape?" Xiuqi was a little curious when he seldom heard drunk night talk about the past.

"We were lucky at that time." drunken night spread out, "we met a kind-hearted person to save us. They used their horns to lead away the zombies at the nearby intersection and gave us time to escape."

"You ran away?"

"No, there are too many zombies. Even if we ran away at that time, we would still be surrounded by zombies." thinking of what happened at that time, I couldn't help laughing, "so ah, I directly killed the family and used their bodies as bait to give us enough time to escape."

"It's funny that those people should save you." he was not much surprised at the answer of drunk all night. He pursed his lips and drove the car calmly.

"That's right. If they don't die, Linxue and I can't go at all. Now that we've saved me, shouldn't we save people to the end." he took it for granted that he was drunk all night. He knocked on the window and looked at Xiuqi with a smile, "Xiuqi, don't say you haven't done such a thing."

"I haven't done it yet." Xiuqi said faintly, "when the end comes, the boss and I are in city B, and we're not as embarrassed as you."

"It doesn't matter where it is?" zuiwuye turned his eyes. He looked in the rearview mirror and looked at Yu Lan outside the window with Yu Lan in his arms. He really couldn't think of Mo Wen's embarrassed escape.

"The boss rushed to the police station directly after he found me." Xiuqi said faintly, "there are police who have become zombies and some self righteous mobs everywhere."

"You killed all the people?" drunk night side eyes, "we're like each other."

"We didn't do it." Xiuqi shrugged and seemed to think of something funny. He said with a low smile, "the mob couldn't use guns at all. They confronted the zombie there without opening the insurance. Finally, all those who lost their armor died."

"That's also..."

China is no better than abroad. Most people in China may have never seen a gun in their life, let alone used it.

"The boss and I robbed a few guns and joined another mob." Xiuqi continued, as if everyone was a mob in his eyes.

Later, Mo Wen didn't have any interest in their conversation. He was drunk all night before he said to Xiuqi, "Why are you a mob again? Then you join in. Linxue and I have always been independent, except for joining Xu Yan's gang."

"Those people are from the army." Xiuqi smiled with his eyes sideways. "They have a lot of materials in their hands. It saves us to rob the supermarket with others."

As soon as he heard this, he couldn't help but curl his lips. He knew that Mo Wen wouldn't choose any ordinary people and join them at all. For Mo Wen, only he is a hunter. Those people are soft sheep.

Will hunters fight side by side with sheep? Funny.

"That's great. Rob with the army." he rolled his eyes. "Then you say they are a mob.

"Why not? Some of them continue to become zombies, and there are not even 20 surviving people." Xiuqi sneered. "In that case, they can't even choose a leader. No one is satisfied with who. They also put forward what they should do separately. The more they do, the more things they can get."

"What a naive idea." if this idea had been put into practice two years ago, it might have no problem to be drunk all night, but now it just feels ridiculous.

The more people do, the more things they take? I'm kidding. There is no uniform measurement standard for this "more work" and there is no way to stipulate it.