Love your pet egg

"I'm not called Baby."

"what?"

Eleven pursed her lips: "I'm not called Xiaobao, I'm Feng Eleven."

Han Zheng laughed: "Okay, baby eleven, hurry up, brother is leaving!"

"What do you want to eat? What do you want to play? If I see it, I'll bring it back for you!" Han Zheng said with a smile in his eyes, "Just take it as my brother's compensation for throwing you earlier, don't be angry, okay?" good?"

Eleven looked at him hesitantly, but the vigilance in his eyes obviously disappeared. His jet-black pupils were watery and moist in the sun. Han Zheng's heart softened, and his voice became softer:

"Tell me, what do you want?"

"Is anything ok?"

"As long as you can say it, your Brother Han will make it for you as well!" In order to please the little beauty, Han Zheng boasted and boasted all kinds of things.

A deep dimple appeared on Eleven's lips, Han Zheng's heart trembled at the sweetness of this child, and he didn't notice what he said.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you?"

"Chocolate," repeated Eleven, "Godiva truffles."

Han Zheng, a rough soldier who only knew Dove, frowned. He took out a pack of cigarettes in the pocket of his camouflage trousers, tore off the tin foil in the pack, and took out a pencil end from nowhere, and humbly asked for advice. A little baby: "How to write?"

This person is really not Seventh Brother, Seventh Brother doesn't smoke, and doesn't use this kind of pencil tip, Seventh Brother will not fail to recognize Godiva.

Eleven lowered her long eyelashes, did not take the pen and paper, but leaped forward, landed steadily on the high haystack, and then ran away without looking back.

Han Zheng shook his head helplessly. This kid's temper is really weird, but why is he so good-looking? He looks good when he is sitting, he looks good when he jumps, he looks good even when he runs, and his little butt is so cute. , really hooked!

I have lived for nearly 30 years, and I have never been so soft-hearted by a child. There is an inexplicably familiar turbulence rushing in the chest. Han Zheng scratched his head, worried and sweet at the same time. Chocolate, is that a hint or a hint?But why did he run away again? Is he shy or shy?

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Han Zheng lazily leaned on the co-pilot with his eyes closed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his two long legs crossed casually, and his whole body exuded a certain animal breath that only overflowed in spring.

He maintained the frequency of a "puchi" smile every 60 seconds, and then consciously raised his hands under the contemptuous gazes of the team members: "I review, I review, compared with the end of the world, brother's gorgeous escape must be kept low-key, hurt It's my fault for your fragile hearts..."

"Boss!" He Shuyan raised a finger, "It's the first time you've seen him!"

"Who says it's not!" Han Zheng seemed distressed, "This damn love at first sight, alas! You can't even hide!"

He Shuyan clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, closed her eyes fiercely, resisting the urge to punch this brazen man's face.

"Hey!" Han Zheng seemed embarrassed, "Why am I telling you this? How do you understand this feeling!"

Song Yang weakly reminded: "Marrying a wife before the battle is a big taboo for military strategists, boss!"

Han Zheng thought about it for a while, and finally said, "It's the end of the world, and I don't have to pay wages. If you are downgraded, you can be downgraded. I can't kick me out of the army, can I?"

"Boss," AK who was driving did not look sideways, "I advise you to be an individual, and you will be shot/killed if you attack a minor."

Han Zheng slapped his thigh violently, bad food!He said that he had always wanted to ask a question but couldn't remember it, so it was this--by the way, is the eleventh baby turned eighteen?

"Bang bang bang!"

With three bursts in a row, Han Zheng killed the last three zombies in the corridor of the community. He blew the hot muzzle of the gun and nodded his jaw to signal Song Yang to knock on the last door.

The search and rescue team first yelled through loudspeakers downstairs in the community, and asked those who had survivors to open their windows and waved to respond. After seeing which buildings still had living people, they began to search and rescue floor by floor.

Eleven's thunderbolt beads are not very practical in the airtight corridor. Although this thing only blows up zombies and does not hurt people, the strong gunpowder/smoke left behind does not disperse for a long time and affects vision. Han Zheng and the others use traditional guns/ weapons to attack.

The last house was on the 28th floor. Song Yang knocked for a long time, and the crimson door was slowly opened a crack. Song Yang shouted: "Comrade, we are the special forces of Kyoto..."

Song Yang gasped, the muzzle of the gun was already aimed at the person coming, a slender and powerful hand suddenly held the muzzle of the gun and lifted it up, Han Zheng said in a deep voice, "Don't shoot, it's a living person!"

The impact of this living person is greater than that of zombies. The young woman looks haggard, and the lower half of her face is covered with dried blood. Heartbroken despair and resentment.

"You..." The woman's voice was hoarse, as if an old magnetic card was stuck in the radio, "Why did you come... why... only now..."

Han Zheng pushed the door open, and the whole living room was revealed to everyone. In the open space in the center, lay the dead body of a man.

He Shuyan covered her mouth all of a sudden.

Han Zheng's pupils also shrank violently, and he said softly, "We were sent by the Kyoto Special Forces to rescue you, you are safe now..."

"I ate him, I ate him..." the woman murmured, she suddenly let out a shrill scream, and rushed towards Song Yang who was closest to her, "Why did you come here!"

Han Zheng pulled Song Yang away, and the woman threw herself on him, biting Han Zheng's neck!

"Boss!" The three machine guns were loaded together.

"Don't shoot! She's human!" Han Zheng raised one palm and gently patted the woman's back with the other, his voice was soft and warm, "Shh...you're safe, come with us, you won't suffer again Hungry, don't be afraid...sorry, we're late."

When Chen Fang brought someone to pick him up in a minibus, he was startled when he saw the bloody teeth marks on Han Zheng's neck. Han Zheng comforted him: "It's okay."

He wiped his neck casually, and explained, "This is the last batch of 21 people in this district. That woman...you should let people watch her. She has a breakdown, so find someone to take care of her."

Chen Fang looked at the woman wearing Han Zheng's military uniform jacket not far away, with disheveled hair and eyes as hollow as a corpse, and asked with a frown, "What's the matter?"

Han Zheng shook his head, lit a cigarette himself, and watched the survivors board the minibus that came to meet them one by one.

Song Yang came over: "Boss, shall we call it a day?"

It was getting dark in the sky, and today's plan was to search the entire old city, and then move to the new area the next day, Han Zheng threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, his eyes were red with smoke: "Take a job! Continue! Work!"

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