Love your pet egg

Eleven, who was unpacking, was stunned. He remembered that AK said that Han Zheng left the team and entered an underground import supermarket in a shopping mall alone, only to encounter such a thing as the ceiling falling down and zombies hitting his head and face. It turned out that he went to the supermarket for In order to find chocolate for myself...

Team Han, who has never seen what imported chocolate looks like, watched helplessly as the little beauty unwrapped the package and suddenly stopped, thinking that his salivating gaze was too alarming, so he consciously shifted his gaze elsewhere, coughing lightly. He concealed it with a voice:

"Eat what you want, brother will take a look, and I will never steal from you!"

A truffle-shaped piece of chocolate, which seemed to be covered with sand, was picked up on the white fingertips, and it was handed to Han Zheng's lips. Han Zheng was slightly startled, and instinctively opened his mouth to bite. The touch made him feel a burst of heat/blood on his head, and even his ears seemed to be on fire.

Eleven suddenly felt the taste, his fingers were stained with cocoa powder, and he retracted his hand and put his fingers in his mouth and slurped. Han Zheng looked at it, feeling his mouth dry for a while.

"Is it delicious?" Eleven stuffed himself with a piece of chocolate and asked Han Zheng with his eyes narrowed in satisfaction.

Han Zheng didn't know what chocolate tasted like, so he nodded indiscriminately and looked away, not daring to touch Eleven again.

Eleven stopped after eating three, and Han Zheng asked, "Why don't you eat?"

"My seventh brother only allows me to eat three pieces of chocolate each time, and he said it's not good to eat too much at once." Eleven said obediently.

"Your seventh brother?" Han Zheng keenly caught something, "The one who looks like me?"

Eleven nodded.

Han Zheng's chest started to feel stuffy again, he ate my chocolate, and thought about Lao Shizi's Seventh Brother, this kid really owes...

His eyes began to wander again.

"It's hot now, and I can't help putting things away. If you don't eat now, it will all melt in a while."

"No." Eleven said, putting the chocolate into the ring.

Han Zheng opened his mouth, but he still didn't ask anything. There are many mysteries about Eleven, but until Eleven fully trusts him, Han Zheng won't ask any more questions.

Eleven tugged on Han Zheng's belt, his big eyes were slightly bent, and his voice was soft, it sounded like a coquettish voice: "Still hungry."

Han Zheng smiled like a wolf with a big tail: "You still want to eat it? Then let me pinch it, will you pinch it?"

Eleven's head shrank, and his eyes instantly seemed to be alert to small and medium-sized hamsters: "Where are you pinching?"

"Um……"

Han Zheng put his finger on his chin, his smirk deepened, his eyes were a little sly, and he aimed at a place that was round and upturned, which attracted people's imagination and covetously, "Little butt, can you pinch it?"

"No!" Eleven's eyes widened, and he was faintly angry again.

"Okay, okay," Han Zheng reluctantly took a step back, "Then pinch your face, will you pinch it?"

With a rosy white face and a face as soft and tender as a jelly, Han Big Bad Wolf has been coveting it for a long time!

Compared with farts, it seems that pinching your face is not so difficult to accept, Eleven raised his face: "Then pinch it."

This child is so good, his cute and ignorant innocence finally made the old hooligan feel a sense of guilt that is rare in a century. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Eleven's head, sighing silently. hand?It's really killing me!

Strolling to the kitchen again, he made a bowl of noodles for Eleven. He originally wanted to put two eggs, but when he thought of Eleven's round, white and slippery appearance, he put the eggs back. Will eat such a lovely species as eggs again.

Eleven Hululu wiped out a big bowl of noodles, and finally regained some vitality. His little face was flushed, and Han Zheng just looked at him with his chin in his hands. After the child finished eating, he made eye contact with him, and smiled at him with a deep smile on his cheek. small sweet vortex.

"Are you full? Do you want more?"

"I'm full!"

Only then did Shiyi notice that Han Zheng's upper body was covered with bandages. He poked out his hand out of curiosity, and it was on Han Zheng's most severely injured rib. All pale.

"Does it hurt?" Eleven asked concerned.

Even if a man has a broken rib, he can't cry out the pain in front of the person he likes!

Han Zheng shook his head resolutely, and said very calmly: "This little injury is nothing, and a few more broken roots can hold it!"

The aggressive character who bleeds blood but does not shed tears must stand still!

"Oh," Eleven blinked her eyelashes like small fans, "I wanted to treat you, but since it doesn't hurt, forget it."

Han Zheng: "..."

If Han Zheng knew the method Eleven used to treat trauma, I'm afraid he would wish to unscrew his own head that he forcibly pretended half a minute ago and give it to the zombies as a snack!

"Come on, come here," Han Zheng sat on the carpet, waving at Eleven Hexu, "Brother has something important to tell you, tell me first, when will you turn into an egg? Under what circumstances will you turn into a human?" ?”

Eleven ate Han Zheng's chocolate and noodles, and he regarded him as a good person in his heart. He sat down obediently, crossed his legs and faced Han Zheng face to face: "When I don't have enough spiritual power, I will turn into an egg. Usually I have enough rest. You can restore your human form, but if you are too hungry or too tired, you will not be able to maintain your human form.”

Han Zheng frowned: "So after you saved me by bloodletting yesterday, you couldn't maintain your human form anymore, right?"

Eleven touched his nose embarrassingly: "I seem to have let it go a little too much, I haven't let it go before."

Han Zheng's heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a thin needle, and then it became so sore.

He bit the tip of his tongue and continued to ask, "So are you okay now? Are there any side effects? Can your blood regenerate?" This is the most important question.

Eleven tilted his head and thought for a while, fingered the hem of his T-shirt, and said honestly: "Blood can only regenerate if it absorbs spiritual energy. You don't have the spiritual energy of the Three Realms here, so I can't do it."

Han Zheng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, Shi Yi's blood could not regenerate, the price of his bloodletting to save people was that he was extremely weak, and the "you here" in his words meant that Shi Yi was not from this place at all.

When Han Zheng was fooling around, he could take off his military uniform and become the leader of a gangster, but when he put on a straight face, his solemn aura was completely exuded. Seeing the man in front of him change his appearance on Eleven, he felt very fresh for a moment. Chin looked at him amusedly.

"Listen to me, Eleven," Han Zheng held Eleven's hand and said solemnly, "You can't let a third person know that your blood can cure the zombie virus. If someone asks, you have to stick to the one who is infected with the zombie snake venom." My child didn’t have a dead body, and I, I have primary antibodies to the virus in my body, although this antibody can only delay the onset of the virus, but my body structure is quite special, I survived by myself, understand?”

Han Zheng's mood is very complicated. The most correct way for him at this moment is to inform the national headquarters of the news that Shiyi's blood can cure the zombie virus, and send Shiyi to Kyoto immediately. If scientists can develop If there is an antidote or a vaccine, people all over the world can be saved.

However, Han Zheng had a feeling that it was a terrifyingly keen intuition honed by a warrior who had been tempered thousands of times during countless escapes. Eleven did not belong to this world, and he did not even belong to human beings at all. It was impossible for scientists to learn from his blood If he develops the serum, then Eleven will become the most precious resource that the whole world is competing for, and his blood can't even regenerate...

The end of this world should be borne by the people of this world alone, instead of letting this kind and innocent boy from another world be a victim. He has saved too many people and helped too many people see the light of day again, but that should not be taken for granted.

Eleven nodded ignorantly, stretched out his hand to stroke Han Zheng's brow, and asked puzzledly, "Why do you look so sad?"

Han Zheng was taken aback. Although he had made a decision, he was filled with strong self-doubt and disgust. He asked himself, if he didn't have a good impression of Eleven, he would still hide the fact that he was going to be Eleven so grandly. Existence, ignoring the fact that one person may save countless lives?

He raised the corners of his lips and tried to force a smile, but found that the muscles on his face seemed to be stiff. He rubbed his face vigorously: "I'm not sad... If you feel that you can't hold it anymore, tell me immediately, You can't turn into an egg in front of others, understand?"

If someone else came into the tent and discovered this shocking secret, Han Zheng would hardly dare to think about it. This child has no sense of defense at all. He burned most of the zombies in the city and contributed all his weapons without any hesitation. He didn't intend to show off his strength, but he didn't know how to hide his clumsiness at all.

What Han Zheng said to himself were the masters and uncles in the temple who told him face to face. Feeling warm in his heart, Shi Shi nodded and said, "I didn't let others find out, I hid it all."

If you know how to hide, can you let me find out so easily?Han Zheng rubbed his hair amusedly, stood up and lifted the curtain to go out, Eleven followed him step by step: "Where are you going?"

"Contact my teammates and see where they are."

"Are you going to find them? But you're still hurt!"

Han Zheng stopped in his tracks, one corner of his lips curled up, and he couldn't help teasing the child: "Hey, why do you care about me so much all of a sudden, baby?"

"You are a good person," Eleven's big eyes fluttered, "You are as good a person as my seventh brother."

Pressing down the corners of his raised lips, Han Zheng said in a heartbroken voice: "It's fine if you send me a good person card, it's still a good person card for a substitute, this person assumes that my brother doesn't want to accept it."

Eleven couldn't understand. Han Zheng had already walked to a military off-road vehicle with a radio on it. He quickly got in touch with AK and the others, and Eleven obediently stood aside with his hands behind his back.

Two figures walking side by side passed by in the distance, Eleven glanced at them lightly, and his expression suddenly changed.

There was a loud bang, and Han Zheng looked up, only to see Eleven's hands forming claws, pinching a man's neck and pushing him against the wall of a large military truck!

"Eleventh!" Han Zheng dropped the radio and rushed over.

Eleven's eyes were red, his delicate and handsome face was full of gloom, and his eyes were filled with shocking sternness. He stared at the person whose throat he had strangled, and squeezed out three words from the back of his teeth: "Mo , cold, sound!"

The face of the man pinched by Eleven turned red. He clasped his hands on Eleven's wrists, trying to break free from Eleven's shackles, but the young man's slender five fingers locked his throat firmly like jaws. Seeing this The person's complexion had already turned purple, and a boy next to him anxiously raised a shovel and threw it at Eleven's forehead.

When Han Zheng arrived, he stopped the shovel with one hand, and held Eleven's wrist with the other: "Eleven! Calm down!"

The person in front of him was Mo Hansheng, and the one rushing over with a shovel was Chu Yan. Eleven would never admit his mistake. For a moment, he felt that his brain was in a mess. If these two people were here, would Chu Huaize also exist?

"Eleven, eleven, baby, let go, this is a survivor, not an enemy..."

Han Zheng held Eleven's hand and spoke softly, feeling that Eleven was gradually loosening his grip. He pushed away the boy holding the shovel with his palm, and held Eleven in his arms. Eleven was looking at him blankly. , that demeanor like a lost child made Han Zheng's heart twitch.

Eleven let go, and Han Zheng held him in his arms, coaxing him, "Hey, that's right, what happened, did this person bully you? Tell me, brother will help you seek justice." .”

"Cough, cough, cough!" The man held his throat and coughed desperately, while defending, "I, I don't know you, and I also... I don't call you the name you said... You recognize the wrong person..."

wrong person?Even if Mo Hansheng turned into ashes, he would recognize him!

Eleven was in a hurry and wanted to rush over again. Han Zheng hugged him tightly, and turned his face to the unlucky person who was not killed by zombies but was almost strangled by Eleven: "Then who are you? Tell me clearly!"

"My brother is Gu Wei'an, I'm Gu Weicheng, we've never met you, why did you kill my brother!" the boy said dissatisfied.

Eleven was stunned. The faces of the three people in front of him were all very familiar to him, but their names were all different. It could be called a coincidence that Han Zheng looked like Chu Huaize, but the three of them all looked exactly the same. There must be a reason for this!

Taking advantage of Eleven's daze, Han Zheng quickly gave the pair of brothers a wink to tell them to leave. He bowed his head and said softly to Eleven, "Look, baby, you misidentified the person again. Our kid's eyes are not very good, tsk, Nerve-wrenching—hey!"

Eleven suddenly grabbed Han Zheng's hand and bit his index finger hard.

The salty blood dipped into his mouth, and the familiar taste poured into his throat along the coating of his tongue. After drinking Chu Huaize's blood on Shishi, he would not remember or admit it wrong.

Han Zheng is Chu Huaize.

The corners of Eleven's eyes were blush/red, and he suddenly said to Han Zheng, "I still have a name, do you want to know?"

"En?" Han Zheng was taken aback, but still asked, "What's your name? Is it your nickname?"

"En." Eleven nodded, "My name is Man Man, Man Man Man Man."

Han Zheng chuckled, "Is it Manman's Manman?"

His pronunciation, his gentle demeanor when he whispered the name, and the soft curve on his lips were exactly the same as Chu Huaize.

Eleven thought, why did I feel that this was not the Seventh Brother?Although the temperament is slightly different, but the care and love for him is clearly the seventh brother who treats him well.

"Well," Eleven looked at him, and said in a low voice but clearly, "It's pretty, really pretty."

"Okay," Han Zheng put his palm against Eleven's forehead, and lightly touched his forehead on the back of his hand, "Then I'll call you Man Man from now on."

"Then can I call you Seventh Brother?"

Eleven's warm hands held Han Zheng's wrist, and he stuck himself even closer. After confirming Han Zheng's identity, the near-instinctive closeness and dependence filled the young man's clear eyes with star-like joy.

Han Zheng's eyes flickered, Gu Wei'an's appearance made him guess what Eleven was thinking, but even if there was someone exactly like him in Eleven's own world, Han Zheng was not willing to be someone else's substitute.

"You can call him brother Han Gezheng." Han Zheng said seriously.

"Can't you call me Seventh Brother?" Eleven pouted slightly.

"No." Han Zheng said firmly.

"Why?" Eleven was puzzled.

Han Zheng pushed his forehead against him, and smiled softly: "Because I like to hear you call me brother, be good, be obedient."

Eleven's eyes smiled into two crescents, and he pressed his forehead back, calling softly, "Brother."

The young man's clear voice was soft and waxy, like a soft paw ticking at the tip of Han Zheng's heart, and he couldn't help but smirk again: "One more word, call me 'good brother' '."

The two words "Brother" were the first words, and Han Zheng was laughed at by himself, but the child obediently called: "Good brother."

Depend on!

The little paw in Han Zheng's heart scratched even more vigorously.

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"Tomorrow we will go to the last location of this search and rescue—University City." Han Zheng drew a circle on an area at the bottom corner of the map with a pencil, "This is one of the most densely populated areas in the city. Covering an area of ​​ten square kilometers, there are more than 20 teachers and students inside, which means that there may be the largest number of survivors and..."

Han Zheng swallowed the last word "zombie" because Shi Shi suddenly stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth.

The child has been sticking to him like a little glutinous rice cake since he called "brother" in the afternoon, and the other team members almost stared out their eyes when they saw this scene when they came back.

With chocolate in his mouth, Han Zheng coaxed, "Hey, go play with Benben and the others for a while, and I'll come to accompany you after I finish my business."

Eleven hugged Han Zheng's arm and asked softly, "Can't I be here?"

Han Zheng patted his head: "You are here to influence my IQ."

Such a little baby was sitting close to him, and after a while he found a food to feed him two, and then he smiled cheerfully at him with his little face up, his brain really didn't turn around.

Han Zheng felt that if he had a strange way of dying in the future, it would be because he was cut off.

Eleven stood up unhappily and walked away, turning back to look at Han Zheng after two steps.

"Boss, what did you do to Eleven? Why did you completely baptize this child from body to spirit after we went out to perform a mission?"

He Shuyan's tone was full of doubts. She was very suspicious that Han Zheng had used shady means to lure/abduct the young man, but there was no evidence.

"It's the boss, I don't want to see you until the eleventh day two days ago!" Song Yang was puzzled, "Why are you so close to each other all of a sudden?"

Han Zheng felt bitter. He didn't do anything. He decided that he was that "seventh brother" on Eleventh. He had no face to say that the child was just empathizing with the wrong person, and said vaguely: "Brother's charm is that you ordinary people I can't understand it!"

AK said coldly: "Have you asked Eleven if he is an adult?"

"Ah!"

Hearing this question, Han Zheng immediately straightened up and snorted out of his nostrils, adult?

Telling the age of our family Manman is afraid to scare you to death, and I am too embarrassed to tell you about my brother's proper age to blind your eyes!

Han Zheng thought about it again, not only did he and the baby have crossed the huge age difference, but even the species gap, and he suddenly felt a sense of pride!

The three special soldiers misunderstood the arrogant and superior eyes of their captain, and sighed one after another:

"Beasts, beasts..."

"Bastard, brute..."

"The world is getting worse and people's hearts are not old..."

In the evening, Han Zheng checked the equipment of the vehicle for the last time, and then returned to his tent. As soon as he opened the curtain, he saw a small butt... Eleven was lying face-in on Han Zheng's carpet.

The corners of Han Zheng's eyes twitched, and he felt like a group of bunnies playing disco in his heart. He really liked the little guys clinging to him, but in the dead of night, in the cramped tent, sharing the same bed, Han Zheng boasted that his concentration was amazing, and when he met such a The cute child also feels that HOLD cannot be held.

Eleven turned over when he heard the movement, and waved to him while lying on the ground. The child smiled, completely unaware that his short-sleeved T-shirt was turned up because of his movement, showing a white and thin waist .

He hugged Han Zheng's pillow, tilted his head and asked, "Can I sleep here?"

Han Zheng watched him silently, the two villains in his heart had already overturned the sky.

A villain is eager/moving: the small sugar cake delivered to the door, creamy, filled with quicksand, I just lick it, just lick it...

Another villain jumped desperately: he is still a child! ! !

Eleven didn't wait for Han Zheng to answer, he had already consciously moved inside. He patted the empty space next to him and signaled Han Zheng to lie down.

This language, this movement, if it wasn't for the child's bright eyes, Han Zheng would definitely think in a wrong way.

He sighed resignedly, first sat down and pulled down the thin blanket, covered Shi Shi tightly from the chest down, and then lay down.

Eleven raised his arm, consciously put it on the pillow, and smiled sweetly at him with his face up.

The child's fair cheeks were stained with a peach-like pink, and his soft and obedient appearance made Han Zheng's teeth itch when he saw it.

The man is just at the age when he wakes up in the morning and can make a hole in the bed board. This place, this situation, this situation makes him feel distracted for a while.

The Diamond Sutra, the Tao Te Ching, the Koran, the Bible...how are they read?

Han Zheng thought hard, with a bitter and bitter expression on his face.

"Does brother's wound hurt?" Eleven misunderstood Han Zheng's tense body, and he raised his arms and looked at Han Zheng with concern.

"Huh?" Han Zheng reacted a little slower, "It doesn't hurt...it just...will be hot if you get so close..."

After speaking, he felt that something was wrong. Why is it so cool in his tent during the dog days?He suddenly remembered that it was very cool in the tent on Eleven during the day.

Eleven hands touched and touched under the quilt, and a crystal clear tri-diamond-shaped stone came out. Han Zheng touched it with his fingers, but felt that the tentacles were cold and very comfortable.

"What is this?" Han Zheng wondered.

"Ice Essence," Eleven put the Ice Essence in Han Zheng's hand, "Does brother feel better? Is it still hot?"

Han Zheng played with the little stone curiously: "This is simply a small natural air conditioner. There are so many good things on our Man Man? Brother decides to let you keep/raise it in the future. Tell me, what do you want Brother to do? Brother At your disposal!"

Eleven automatically understood "package/nurture" as "nurture", excitedly took out another lollipop, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into Han Zheng's mouth.

Han Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he smiled evilly and said, "I didn't expect you to treat me to a lollipop first—"

It's a pity that the old hooligan/rogue is destined to only sell a lonely wave, Eleven looked at him ignorantly, and smiled cheerfully.

This strange scene made Han Zheng want to recite a poem. The farthest distance in the world is me flirting, but the children don't understand.

Eleven changed his posture, laying down on the carpet, propping his chin on his elbows, looking at Han Zheng with bright eyes, and Han Zheng could see his delicately shaped body from the neckline of Eleven's slightly open pajamas. Clavicles and skin glowing white in the light.

Han Zheng chewed the candy several times, then sat up and said, "I'm going to throw the candy stick."

"Give it to me," Eleven reached out to take the stick, his fingertips flashed red, and the stick disappeared instantly.

Han Zheng was dumbfounded for a while, and had no choice but to lie down again. The child came over again, hugged his chin and rubbed it on his shoulder, relying and fawning on him like a small animal.

Han Zheng silently recited the three disciplines and eight points of attention, and took a deep breath: "Sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow."

"But I can't sleep!" Eleven clasped Han Zheng's shoulders and said joyfully in a low voice, "I'm so happy to see my brother!"

Han Zheng closed his eyes: "Man Man?"

"Hey!"

"Manman," Han Zheng turned his head slightly to look at Eleven, "I'm Han Zheng."

Eleven smiled and said, "I know!"

"I'm Han Zheng, not the seventh brother you know. Maybe we are very similar, but I'm not him, and I don't want you to think of me as him."

Han Zheng's deep eyes were as black as ink, and his voice was still gentle, but with a hint of coolness.

Eleven whispered but resolutely: "You are."

He buried his head in Han Zheng's neck and sniffed it inch by inch like a puppy. He had never been so close to Han Zheng before, and only now did he realize that Han Zheng's smell was the same as Chu Huaize's: "You are "

Han Zheng was powerless for a while, his body and mind were suffering from both ice and fire, the child flirted with him recklessly without knowing it, but Han Zheng knew that the child regarded himself as another person.

With Han Zheng's personality, it is absolutely impossible for him to tolerate being someone else's substitute, but facing Eleven, his retreat is almost bottomless. Maybe this child's eyes are too pure, and the dependence in his eyes is too strong. Yi's intimacy always reveals a simple and straightforward childishness, which makes Han Zheng unable to resist the throbbing and attraction he brings to himself, and also feels guilty for his vague reveries.

He pulled up the thin quilt again, and the arm pressed by Eleven just happened to be numb, not afraid of its troubles, he put his vacant arm behind his head, and looked at the top of the tent with his head empty.

Eleven was playing with Han Zheng's bandages. Han Zheng thought he was just playing and didn't care. Suddenly there was a warm and wet touch, and Han Zheng was shocked. He almost threw Eleven off his body. He lost his voice. road:

"Man Man! What are you doing?"

"I'll heal my brother."

Han Zheng was going crazy. He pushed away Eleven, sat up, and rubbed his sore forehead. Han Zheng thought to himself how to give this child a physical education class. He had to tell the child that this kind of teasing would kill someone. of.

Eleven pointed to his chest and said, "Look, it's much better, isn't it?"

Han Zheng lowered his head without knowing why, and was suddenly shocked.

The bite wound was small, and he was able to tolerate pain, so he could move freely after waking up. The bandages were worn only because the dense bite marks were too ugly, but now under the bandages torn off by Eleven, the skin is smooth and intact, and those bite marks have all healed up!

"you you……"

Han Zheng was dumbfounded, God, what kind of treasure is this?His blood can cure zombie viruses, and his saliva can heal wounds.

Han Zheng didn't feel ecstatic, but felt even heavier. He pulled Eleven up and said solemnly:

"Manman, when you return to the capital, you must not let others know that you can detoxify and heal wounds. If I am not by your side—"

"Why aren't you by my side?" Eleven grasped the point at once.

"After tomorrow, I will go on to the next city to perform the task."

"I'm going with you."

Han Zheng shook his head: "This won't work. You are a survivor and you have to go to Kyoto. Now everyone knows that you have special abilities. When you return to Kyoto, the country will protect you. You must remember—"

"I don't!" Eleven pursed her lips, her face was full of stubbornness, "I'll go wherever my brother goes!"

Han Zheng said helplessly, "I can't decide where you go, but I promise you, I will definitely go back and find you..."

"No!" Eleven turned around, "If brother doesn't take me, I'll follow by myself."

Han Zheng had a headache. If this kid followed him, no one would be able to stop him. If he turned into an egg and jumped around, no one would be able to find out.

And in his heart, Han Zheng also wanted to bring him with him. The situation in Kyoto was complicated, and Han Zheng couldn't rest assured that the kid was so pure and unpredictable, and he couldn't bear not to see him.

So when the SEAL Special Squadron assembled the next day, Feng Shishi appeared in a dark green camouflage uniform, armed belt, and field boots, full of energy and high spirits.

"Boss?" He Shuyan looked at the young man not far away who was aiming at people with his hands/guns, and kept making "biubiubiu" sounds, "He brought his family with him on the battlefield. You are abusing your power for personal gain!"

Han Zheng smiled slightly, and beckoned Eleven to come over:

"Let me introduce, this is the newest member of the First Squadron of our SEAL Special Forces—Feng Shishi, Eleven, salute!"

Eleven stood up straight and saluted a very beautiful and standard military salute.

The three team members were stunned for a while, then overjoyed, and then rushed forward one by one, barking like wild dogs. Han Zheng quickly grabbed Eleven and retreated a few steps:

"Stop! There is no need to give the meeting gift!"

"Must give!"

Shuyan, Song Yang and AK shouted in unison, and the three quickly exchanged glances. AK rushed towards Han Zheng to stop him, while He Shuyan and Song Yang pouted and pointed at Eleven. He Shuyan and Song Yang bumped into each other, but the child didn't move, and they both covered their foreheads with an "ouch" at the same time, staring at the innocent face in disbelief. eleven.

Song Yang pointed at Eleven arrogantly: "If you don't accept the meeting gift, you are not a SEAL member!"

Shuyan also said: "Yes, this is the rule!"

"Oh," Eleven walked over slowly, and stood between He Shuyan and Song Yang, obediently resigned to what you did. He Shuyan and Song Yang laughed, as if pounced on the little lamb The two big bad wolves, one on each side, kissed hard!

Over there, Han Zheng had just settled the AK before he had time to stand up. Seeing this scene, he was so angry that he punched the ground with both fists. Before he even kissed his sweet baby, he was snatched away by these two bastards. up!

AK took advantage of this opportunity to leap up with a carp, and rushed to Eleven at almost rolling speed. When Han Zheng came after him, AK had joined forces with the other two teammates in victory.

Han Zheng was so angry that the veins on his forehead were twitching. He pulled Eleven's face and wiped the place where the three bastards had kissed with his thumb over and over again. Finally, he pointed at the laughing guys and tapped hard: "Wait for me!"

There was a sudden heat on his cheeks, and Han Zheng turned his head in astonishment. Eleven was looking at him with a smile. He tiptoed slightly, and leaned into Han Zheng's ear and whispered, "Brother, I didn't kiss them, I just kissed them." A blindfold, I only kiss my brother."

The little master said that this face of being a human being can only be kissed by Taoist couples, but little Phoenix will always remember it!

The straight and smooth tailoring of the military uniform added a lot of flying and sharpness to Eleven's immature and beautiful face. The cowhide belt tucked in the boy's small waist, and the light golden sunlight in the morning spread lightly on his body.

Shockingly beautiful.

However, he smiled so sweetly and his voice was so soft, which scratched Han Zheng's heart.

Han Zheng rubbed his head hard, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Let's go!"

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The university town was in crisis. Han Zheng rejected Chen Fang's request to organize the people to participate in the rescue, and only asked them to prepare vehicles, medicine and water to wait outside. Five SEALs drove two military off-road vehicles and entered the university. city.

It was not yet dawn when they set off, but now the sun was shining brightly. They arrived at the first university through a straight avenue full of plants on both sides.

The campus streets are wide, and there are only scattered and swaying zombies on both sides of the road. Because of the hot weather, the zombies are badly decayed/corroded, and there are fragments of flesh and blood hanging on the bony bones. come over.

Eleven opened the window, set up the Micro/Chong, took aim, and "bang bang bang" fired several bursts in a row, and the zombies fell to the ground.

This is fun!

Han Zheng whistled and praised: "Good job! We Manman are really born sharpshooters!"

Last night, when Eleven was decided to join the team, Han Zheng took the child out. The two found a few zombies in the campus. Han Zheng only gave a simple demonstration, and Eleven learned how to use a gun.

There were not many zombies on the main street, and they were quickly wiped out by Eleven. He suddenly poked his head out and raised his head to the sky and let out a clear whistle. The sound seemed to come out from the sky through thick clouds, high-pitched and loud, echoing over the entire campus.

Han Zheng was so stunned that he almost couldn't even hold the steering wheel steadily. The glass of another car behind him was also shaken off. He Shuyan and Song Yang poked their heads out to look.

Song Yang just opened his mouth to ask what the sound was, but after seeing the scene in front of him, he turned a corner and replaced the question with an exclamation: "Damn it!"

Countless zombies suddenly sprang up from the corner of the road, and they came in a dense crowd. Song Yang, who had experienced many battles, felt his scalp explode. The power of the zombie bead is particularly prominent.

He had just grabbed a handful of thunderbolt beads, when he saw the sunroof of Han Zheng's car in front of him opened, and a thin and vigorous figure turned over from the car, jumped onto the roof of the car, and then there was a loud charge/gunshot, The bullets spewed out like long tongues of fire, and countless zombies were shot and fell down. The zombies behind stepped on the bodies of the zombies in front, and continued to swarm up like mountains and seas, but they were always blocked by the fire dragon spit out at the corner. At the intersection, you can't move forward for half a minute.

He Shuyan and Song Yang stared dumbfounded at the scene ahead, even AK couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

Song Yang put his hands around his mouth and shouted forward: "Xiao Shishi, you are so handsome!"

Eleven lay on the roof of the car and did not forget to turn around and greet each other: "You are so handsome!"

Han Zheng poked his head out: "Man Man came in to rest for a while, if you shoot any more, the gun will explode!"

Eleven grabbed the gun, slipped, and entered the carriage again.

"The zombie was summoned by that cry, right? Did Eleven deliberately attract it?" He Shuyan murmured in disbelief.

"Obviously," AK said, "zombies would be startled by the sound, but his cry just now was earth-shattering."

"I said, a magazine has fifty bullets, and he hasn't even changed the magazine. Where did the bullets come from?" Song Yang is very good at asking questions.

"Think of those Thunderbolt beads, and you won't wonder where his bullets came from."

"I really want to take off Eleven's clothes and see if there is a Doraemon pocket on his stomach!" Shuyan said thoughtfully.

"I think Little Eleven can fight against the entire zombie corps by himself. He hasn't used his moves yet. Hey, can our team rest easy from now on and just eat Eleven's soft food?