Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

All the usable things in the kitchen have been emptied, and the doorway has been tightly blocked by two massage sofas.

The refrigerator was placed where the massage sofa used to be, plugged in and still working.

Lying on the sofa blocking the door, Moser couldn't hear any sound from the kitchen.It also relaxes your body.

The ssm76 snatched from the gangster has only four magazines, plus the four on the original gun, a total of 320 rounds of bullets, plus the three magazines consumed on the road.The number of remaining bullets is actually pitifully small.

Violently disassembled the other two ssm76s, and gave the remaining one to Lan Zijian, plus three magazines.Moze looked at the two [-]-cap magazines left in his hand, and sighed helplessly.

There are too few bullets, even if you have a gun in your hand, it is impossible to pull the trigger on sporadic zombies like in the movie.

Not to mention the consumption of ammunition, the hundreds of decibels of gunfire alone are enough to make zombies within a radius of 200 meters swarm like flies smelling shit.

Uh... this analogy seems inappropriate.

Moser, who seemed to have unconsciously compared himself to excrement, slapped his face, unloaded the bullets in the gun chamber, and stood the rifle with no magazines on it beside the sofa.

There were two other pistols, which Mo Ze handed over to Peng Ruyun and Qian Qiuxue.Don't expect them to be able to kill many zombies, the more important thing is to be able to protect themselves in times of crisis.

Chen Simeng didn't ask for a gun, he took a fancy to the big metal knife and fork on the table in the living room.Made of titanium steel, although it is not smooth and sharp, the layered sawtooth can also cause considerable damage to the target if it is thrown hard.

What's more, Chen Simeng's accuracy is only a little worse than Mo Ze's. For ordinary zombies and humans, the table knife in Chen Simeng's hand can also become a deadly hidden weapon.

Qian Qiuxue seems to be very interested in Yao Ping. According to her, this young man has his own story at first glance.It's just that there is a hole in the brain, and I joined a social youth organization.

And I don't know what ecstasy soup she gave Yao Ping. The young man who hesitated to go back to his own people after eating suddenly changed his mind and decided to go to the military reserve with Mo Ze and his party. .

But after he finished his meal, he left the table without clapping his hands, but skillfully cleaned up the messy dining table, stood blankly at the sealed kitchen door, and asked with a sideways glance: "That... Where are you going to throw these lunch boxes?"

This alone is enough for Moze to have a certain liking for him.There is no gap without comparison.If he were to be compared with the social youth who molested young girls just now, even if Moze awarded him a pennant, Moze would definitely accept this task cheerfully.

It's just...why does this guy have an indescribably shy and flattering expression when he looks at him?

Flattery is understandable. After all, the strength I have shown in front of him is obvious to all. As long as IQ is not flawed, and my understanding of problems is no different from normal people, I will know how to curry favor with someone who has the ability to give me benefits.

But this shy...

Taking a last look at Yao Ping's direction, Yao Ping, who was lying in the corner, also raised her head at this moment. I wonder if it was because she yawned and had tears in her eyes. There was a hint of pitiful taste.

That's right, the lonely young man huddled in the corner can only wrap his clothes tightly and struggle to sleep in the cold night, and continue to face the cruel world full of monsters the next day.At this time, if he is paired with a box of matches, it is estimated that he can perform a live show of a little boy selling matches.

You don't even need makeup.

Qian Qiuxue, who was standing at the door of the bedroom, laughed for a while, and after being glared at by Chen Simeng, she pushed the door and walked into the bedroom, and she could vaguely hear her bluffing.

The floor of the living room is also covered with carpets. In all fairness, if only in terms of warmth, there is no difference between a carpet on the floor and a blanket that can be worn on the body.Coupled with the fact that the dryer was also taking on the role of heating at this time, the whole room was steaming hot.

Logically speaking, Mo Ze didn't need to worry about whether Yao Ping would catch a cold due to the temperature, but he still rolled over to the sofa where Chen Simeng was lying, and waved his hands at the vacant sofa.After Yao Ping came over, she said softly, "Go to the bathroom and take a hot bath, it will be much warmer. Sleep on the sofa at night, don't shrink into the corner."

The reason why he spoke in a soft voice was not because he had any strange thoughts about Yao Ping, but because that guy Chen Simeng lay on Mo Ze's body and bit Mo Ze's sensitive earlobe again. I don't know what I'm thinking about rubbing lightly.

Just having a weight of more than 200 kilograms on his body is already strenuous enough, and he has to endure the strange feeling coming from his ears. Moze thinks it is good that he can still speak, so why would he care about it? own tone.

Yao Ping was obviously flattered by Mo Ze's gentle and out-of-the-ordinary tone. In his opinion, Chen Simeng weighed only a hundred pounds, and Mo Ze would definitely not make it so difficult for him to speak.

He didn't see the intimacy blocked by Chen Simeng's hood, so he nodded his head in self-righteousness, and ran into the bathroom happily.

Tilting his head incomprehensibly, Mo Ze pressed his hands against Chen Simeng's chest, and pushed up the prototype that thought his ears were pacifiers.The moment Chen Simeng let go, there was a wet sound of "Bo".

The colorless and odorless slime was rubbed off the collar, and Mo Ze put his hands on the back of his head in disgust, squinted at the dissatisfied Chen Simeng, and said strangely: "What's wrong with you? You just bit me without saying a word You can’t say that you know my ears are ticklish and keep taking them as targets!”

"Humph!" Chen Simeng let go of his hands on the sofa, and put his whole body weight on Mo Ze's body, awkwardly rubbed against Mo Ze's neck a few times, and bit down hard again.

This time it was so hard that Moze could hear the pulsating sound of the blood vessels in his neck due to the pressure.The strange thing is that Yuan's sub-personality that hates pain the most is actually screaming in the consciousness space with great enjoyment. The delicate voice makes Moze want to roll up the towel in the bathroom and stuff it into his mouth.

What are you yelling!As your own conscious body, if you call out your body to react, then the pervert lying on top of you will not eat you!

Although he didn't want to admit it, Mo Ze found that Chen Simeng and his viral resonance, which can be regarded as connecting the relationship between the two, seemed to play a certain role in adding to the fun when doing things that were not suitable for children.

And for some reason, it seemed that Chen Simeng took the initiative to stir up his desire every time, and he was also the one who always occupied the dominant position in the process.Is it really the same as Qian Qiuxue said?

Is he attacking himself or receiving it?

Falling into his own delusion that was going around to no avail, Mo Ze coughed lightly, but smelled a fresh smell of blood.

The sharp pain on the neck that was different from before made Moze lower his head slightly in disbelief. A strand of red filaments slowly flowed down the neck into the collar. Healed quickly, leaving only a faint blush.

"Stay so cute! I...you... belong to a vampire!" She was about to reach out to wipe away the blood that flowed out, but Chen Simeng pressed her arm under her body.

Looking at the vertical pupil staring straight at him, Mo Ze's Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, and he felt something was wrong and asked, "That? The cute boy? Chen Simeng? What's the matter with you?"

Chen Simeng still didn't speak, just looked at Mo Ze with his eyes, and lowered his body a little bit.Mo Ze, who felt as if he was about to be pushed into the sofa, couldn't help supporting his body, bumped his head into Chen Simeng's chest with a smile, and shouted loudly: "Don't play! The sofa is going to break!"

Blinking his round eyes, the pupils shrunk into a thin slit suddenly expanded, almost filling the entire eyeball, coupled with the tears slowly overflowing from the eye sockets.Mo Ze, who was still trying to push Chen Simeng away just now, lost his strength in an instant, looked into those dark eyes inexplicably, and asked in a daze, "Chen Simeng?"

Mo Ze didn't expect that Chen Simeng could control the pupils at will like a nocturnal animal. Of course, he automatically ignored the reminder from Yuan in his mind, and this was Mo Ze's personal reason.

It's hard to imagine that the prototype who has been by my side can be so cute and attractive.

Well... Moser knew that there were more things than he could have imagined.

A straight nose, big eyes that are not suitable for boys, slender and dark eyebrows, cherry red lips, and skin that has been independently modified by the virus without any scars.Even if the characters in the comics come out directly, they may not be able to compare with Chen Simeng's completely natural face.

More than once, Moser admired those little blv viruses.They can modify the host's body, cells, and even memes at will according to the living conditions they want.The behavior of the host can be changed to the mode most suitable for survival in the environment.

Moser didn't know how Alex studied this kind of thing, he was able to understand such complicated and confusing information.However, there is a specialization in the art industry. He is so good at the biological level, so he still bows to China's culture.

"Master, don't be distracted, just look at me." Mo Ze, whose eyes lost focus, knew that his mind was wandering away again. This made Chen Simeng hold Mo Ze's cheek in his hands, and gently kissed on the smooth eyelids. for a moment.

"Master's expressionless look, so cute." Speaking the words of course, Chen Simeng rubbed hard against the flushed Mo Ze, and laughed "hee hee".

Blinking again, Mo Ze bit his lower lip, looked at Yao Ping who came out of the bathroom, and Qian Qiuxue who stood at the door of the bedroom with a look of "you continue to watch me", and somewhat understood what Chen Simeng meant.

Yao Ping's astonished and desperate expression made Moze understand why he was so flattered by his tone, what this kid was thinking!

I just like cute and cute, but I don't like men!

Slightly propped up his body, Mo Ze leaned close to Chen Simeng's ear and asked in a low voice: "Are you declaring ownership?"

Using a declarative tone, Chen Simeng also nodded directly, and the arm that was holding down Mo Ze was also wrapped around Mo Ze's back, tightening it tightly.

"The master is mine!"