Nan Qing walked slowly while holding her iron rod with one hand. She did not turn around to pay attention to the zombies behind her the whole time.
The zombies followed closely. It was so tall that even carrying two backpacks on its back would not be too out of place.
"Roar……"
She ignored it.
Er Er couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it, and said in a cold little voice: "It seems that the male partner is still somewhat conscious. If it bites you from now on, just let it go."
Although the male partner can't understand Nan Qing's words and bites people, it seems that he still cares about Nan Qing's attitude now. If he doesn't pay attention to him, he will get impatient.
It's good to have this awareness.
What I fear the most are zombies that don’t have this kind of consciousness, don’t understand, and bite people.
Nan Qing replied in his heart: "Well, I must let it dry out, otherwise I will be bitten by it without losing my temper. I'm afraid I will be bitten to death before I finish my task."
She had to show off her temper and let the big guy know that she would be unhappy.
It must be taught well.
You can give it a little taste of her flesh and blood as a bonus, but you definitely need her consent, instead of just trapping her and taking a bite.
Nan Qing ignored the zombies.
The zombies were very quiet along the way, occasionally making a little noise to attract the attention of the food in front of them.
But the food ignored it at all.
Roar, roar...
When Nan Qing passed by the drugstore, he went to the drugstore to get bandages and anti-inflammatory drugs.
She rummaged through and found a medicine box. Nan Qing put all the commonly used medicines into the medicine box and carried it away.
One person and one zombie returned to the original house.
As soon as Nan Qing returned, he went to the toilet to treat his wound. Blood was oozing out of the wound, and the thick smell of blood always attracted the hot look of the big man.
She stretched her short and slender arms behind her shoulders, diligently wiped the blood around her, and then sprinkled the medicine on it.
The zombie leaned against the bathroom door and watched her movements.
It is very quiet now, and its pair of white pupils are very silent.
After Nan Qing took care of his injury, he walked directly over it and left the bathroom.
The zombie froze and stood motionless at the bathroom door for a long time.
Er Er crossed Er Lang's legs and said, "Tsk, tsk."
It doesn't feel sorry for the male supporting character, as long as the male supporting actor in the world doesn't die, their mission will be completed.
In this way, one person and one zombie started the Cold War.
This time I brought back a lot of food, and Nan Qing ate it for a week.
With meat floss cakes, meat floss bread, canned meat biscuits, and mineral water and beer, Nanqing's life was very nourishing every day.
This is a life that many people in the apocalypse would envy.
A week passed, and Nan Qing saw that he had almost eaten enough food and was ready to go out to look for it.
She got up from the bed and was about to go out when she met a zombie standing at the door blocking her way.
Nan Qing tried to avoid it as usual, but the zombies flexibly blocked her way.
Nan Qing tried several times but it kept blocking the road.
"What do you want to do? Your teeth are itchy again and you want to bite me, right?"
A soft voice sounded with a hint of indifference, and the girl raised her head and looked directly at it.
The zombie's pupils moved: "Roar."
It was a little happy because the food took care of it.
"Step aside."
"Roar."
Nan Qing stretched out his hand and pushed it open without any nonsense. The zombie's back hit the door hard and made a sound.
It's so heavy that if Nan Qing hadn't been born with great strength, he probably wouldn't have been able to push it.
When the zombie's back hit the door, it also closed its mouth. Food's behavior fully told it that Little Food was still angry...
Nan Qing went out with her backpack.
The zombie reacted and quickly followed. It reached out and snatched the two empty backpacks from Nan Qing's hand.
It put the backpack on its back in a stiff and funny manner, and then looked at her with bright eyes.
This one... Is this the right thing for me to do? I'm asking for praise?
"If you want to carry it, just carry it." Nan Qing said calmly.
"Roar!"
The zombie was a little anxious. It looked around a few times and then quickly went to the house and took out a thick hemp rope.
Just when Nan Qing was wondering what it was going to do, the zombie had already walked up to her and put the hemp rope into her hand.
The zombie gave Nan Qing the hemp rope and handed it over with both hands: "Ho, ho!"