Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 162 The Zombie Dad is a Wave 9
After Fuchen was full, he went out and found the extremely excited Zombie King.

"Ho Ho Ho Ho", I'll take you to find something to eat!
The Zombie King turned his head back, the dead fish stared at the floating dust, and calmed down, unexpectedly he had to do so.

Fuchen reached out.

The Zombie King is holding it with one hand, and propping up his abdomen with the other to hold the floating dust around his neck.

This time, wherever Fu Chen turned his head, the Zombie King followed.

They came to the commercial street, the big shopping mall where Rou Rou once appeared.

Go all the way to the second floor and find the baby area.

Fuchen quickly locked his own milk powder, filling five shelves!
"Roar." The zombie king reminded himself of his milk powder.

Fuchen's eyes were light-colored and his nose was extremely sensitive. He quickly took the Zombie King to the drink area and found coffee.

Two shelves full of coffee!
Fuchen turned his head, wanting to leave.

The zombie king stubbornly turned the milk bag back, looking for others.

The sky is what the floating dust eats.I don't care about him at this time, and move with the zombie king.

The Zombie King walks through the shelves that are full of beautiful eyes and wobbly from time to time, turning around bit by bit.

He is very slow.

Three hours later, the sun was setting, and the zombie king walked to the exercise area and found the electric baton.

The zombie king pressed the electric baton and pointed it at himself.

The zombie king shook his body at the same time as the floating dust on his shoulders, dropping lice, fly eggs, cockroaches, and mites.

Being electrocuted again, even if it is no longer stunned, the dust doesn't like electricity.

She raised her hand and took away the electric baton, not giving it to the zombie king.

"Roar!" The zombie king wanted to grab it immediately.

Fu Chen lowered his head, looked at the electric baton, turned the cover, pulled out the battery inside, and put it back as it was.Then throw it to the zombie king.

The zombie king pressed the button, but the electricity couldn't come out.

He tilted his head back and dropped the electric baton casually.Go get the new ones off the shelf.

The new electric batons are still in the box, and only one is used for demonstration.

Unfortunately, the Zombie King couldn't recognize him.

He searched here and there, and even though he took something violently, the prototype of the electric baton fell out, and the battery was not installed, so there was still no electricity.

Fuchen stared at the zombie king's stupid behavior, and realized that now is the time for him to stand up.

Put an electric baton behind your hand, hit it quietly, and then press the button to aim at the zombie king.

"Zizizi." With the familiar electric current and shaking, the Zombie King's white eyes immediately aimed at the floating dust.

Reach out and grab it.

Ke Fuchen put the electric baton with battery in his right hand behind him, and threw the electric baton without battery in his left hand to the zombie king.

The Zombie King didn't know the real and the fake, and turned on himself.

No response.

His head moved back, his white eyes looked at the floating dust.He hesitated to teach the electric baton to Fuchen.

Fuchen took it, put it behind his back, called for the electric baton, and went to shock the zombie king with his left hand.

The zombie king stared closely, but didn't notice the pattern of left and right hands.

"Zizzizi".

Familiar current, familiar comfort.

The Zombie King immediately obeyed, holding a pile of bagged electric batons to Fu Chen.

Fuchen took over.

At the same time, she also discovered that the bugs falling on the ground guessed that the "comfort level" would be reduced if the power could not be kept on.

"Hoo Hoo".

electricity!Quick call!

"Roar."

Fuchen didn't even want to refuse.

"Roar." Squat down.

Fuchen stared straight at the zombie king.

The zombie king didn't know why, so the dead fish's eyes fell on the electric baton in Fuchen's hand, and he bent his knees and squatted down.

Fuchen raised his leg and put it on the zombie king's neck, and the zombie king led the people home.

On the way home, the bleak moonlight illuminated the city scene.

Fuchen was holding the milk powder jar, and the zombie king's head was used as a table, eating happily.

Behind him, the army of zombies each held something, milk powder cans, coffee cans, electric batons, and moved from left to right.

This hunt is full of rewards.

Back home, the Zombie King noticed that Fuchen's belly was bulging.

He thought of the pregnant woman who was struggling to give birth on the ground.

At that time, he was curious and shouted at the zombies not to let them touch them. He observed by himself, and then there was a little zombie in front of him.

Now that the little zombie has a big belly, the Zombie King looked down to see if the little man would come out.

Being noticed in the lower part, Fu Chen subconsciously had the urge to urinate.

Stomach fluttered, and under the gaze of the zombie king, urine flowed down his feet.

Zombie King: "..."

Nothing like that woman.

The zombie king's big white eyes didn't want to see her, so he turned his head away.

Wait until the dust falls asleep.

The zombie king staggered, touched Fuchen's stomach again, and went down.

Zombie King: "..."

If he is conscious, his brain circuit is probably like this: Why is that woman with a big belly, a child out of nothing?Are you peeing?
late at night.

Rourou appeared in front of the community in an off-road vehicle.

Her car cannot come near.

The neighborhood is full of zombies.

Rourou could only find a good perspective, found a tall building, set up a telescope, and watched the movement in the community from a distance.

When a pile of milk powder cans appeared in sight, Rou Rou froze.

too fast.

This kid is evolving too fast.

In just one day, he is not only conscious, but also has the ability to learn, and even has a hunter mentality, not letting his food be in the hands of others.

Rourou always cared about that "sister".

Zombies can talk?

After that, what is the difference between humans and zombies?
She continued to stare, and saw the big zombie sitting tightly in front of the window, motionless.Eyes half-closed.

The little zombie was nowhere to be seen.

Rourou stood in front of the window, watching the movement all the time.

She stays home.

The zombies in the community also lived a house life.

Fuchen woke up and just ate. He picked up the can of milk powder and ate it. He didn't even think about making it with water.

Seeing it, Rourou realized that she was short of water.

Water... her own water... she seems to know something.

Ability!

The water she soaked the little zombie was spring water in the space.

Maybe this is why the other party likes it.

Rourou immediately went to catch a zombie, poured the spiritual water of space into the opponent's hand, and coaxed, "Hey, it will be fine after drinking it, and you can transform into a human being."

The zombie was poured with water, and the water pierced through the intestines like a sword, and the mouth that was grabbed couldn't stop screaming "Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooah""

"Drink more."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the voice gradually withered.

Rourou was puzzled, let go.The head in his hand immediately fell off.

"Ok?"

Rourou didn't know why, so after thinking for a long time, she still took a knife and cut open her stomach. There was nothing in her stomach, and even a hole was broken.

Could it be that the spiritual water she thought was sulfuric acid?
She didn't give up, and caught a few more zombies, each of which died completely in the "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

Rourou didn't understand even more.Normally, bullets can't kill you, so why would you die if you cut off half of your body and can move a zombie?

She cut into the head with a knife, but found that the head was like a watermelon that touched water, and the inside was rotten into a ball.

My brain became a limp sticky mess.

Rourou was confused: Why is that little zombie okay?Her mind is made of steel and iron?
(End of this chapter)