Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 180 Doomsday Invincible (32)

Zhou Ye effortlessly lifted the child up with one hand, patted the child's buttocks with the other hand, and turned his head directly in front of him, looking at the bulging lump on his chest.

"Do you know where the last person who stole from me is?"

The child was carried, neither struggling nor shouting, very well-behaved, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Sister, I don't know."

"In my belly."

Zhou Ye had a serious expression, under the bushy eyebrows, there was a cold light in his dark and beautiful eyes.

The smile on the child's face was stiff, and it was uglier than crying.

"Sister, return the things to you, let me go."

Zhou Ye still carried him, as if he was carrying a bag of garbage.

The child took out the things in his chest and handed them to her. It was a small satchel with two small breads inside.

The milk flavor is very strong, Zhou Ye especially likes it.

"Sister, I gave you something, please let me go, please."

All the child can do is beg for mercy. If Zhou Ye insists on not letting go, or even beats him to death because of this matter, no one here will care.

"elder sister."

Zhou Ye let go, and the child fell to the ground with a slap. It seemed that the fall was not light, but he got up and ran like a normal person.

Like a catfish, it fell into the water, very slippery.

Whoops started again.

"Some of the most disgusting behaviors among human beings are to manage birth and care!"

Zhou Ye watched the child disappear from sight, blinked, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"You fucking know a lot."

"You scold me."

"Well, I scold you."

"Hmph, no conscience, I teach you to understand human nature and you still come to scold me!"

Zhou Ye ignored him and quickened his pace towards the crowd.

In the line of sight, a tall figure was constantly shuttled in front of his eyes, his speed was so fast that he almost didn't touch the ground.

In this post-apocalyptic world, there are many abilities, no matter how fast a person's speed is, it's not a strange thing, so even if the figure of that person's shuttle is about to pull out a phantom, not many people care.

Zhou Ye sniffed, raised his foot and chased after him.

"Why are you running so fast?"

"Catch something."

Leaving this sentence behind, Zhou Ye speeded up, with ice forming on the soles of his feet, and the friction force of each foot was minimized, leading her to slide and run nimbly among the crowd.

All the ability of this body is to control water, what Zhou Ye can do is to maximize this ability.

In the end, she watched him walk into a pitch-black tent at the last second before that figure disappeared.

Zhou Ye stopped and looked up.

In front of you is the tent area where the lower-class residents live, that is, the slums that the people in the apartment group call.

Poor is a little poor, but people will squeeze in every day, after all, this place can give people hope to survive.

Zhou Ye walked forward, the ice under his feet melted, and then vaporized silently.

The black tent in front of her was only one meter high, with a small bulge. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have thought that the tall figure would squeeze into this small tent.

Just as he was about to lift the curtain, he suddenly called out.

"Be careful! If there is a living corpse inside, what if it bites you?"

Aowu always has strange doubts about Zhou Ye's strength, so Zhou Ye ignored him and opened the curtain directly.

The light came in, and there was only an off-white floor mat in the tent, and a black quilt was curled up on the mat.

The thing under the quilt was motionless.

Zhou Ye lowered his eyes, the tip of his nose moved slightly, and a slight refreshing breeze entered his heart.

The anxious heart calmed down a little.

(End of this chapter)