Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Although Meng Bai felt that Fan He was two-faced, he believed what he said. After all, everyone in the base could see what Liu Kuan, the pervert, was thinking.

Seeing Fan He bringing up that matter again, Tong Xiyuan knew that the medicine had no effect on zombies, but he still raised his hand and gently touched Fan He's cheek.

Fan He thought that he was feeling sorry for him, so he called him "brother" in a soft tone, trying to act more pitifully.

The next second, I felt a sudden pain on my cheek.

"hiss--"

Tong Xiyuan twisted it hard and then loosened it, and asked, "You have never been to the conference building?"

Fan He paused after taking a breath, "Brother?"

Tong Xiyuan asked again: "You don't know the way, are you afraid of getting lost?"

Fan He raised his hand to cover his cheek, lowered his eyebrows and said, "It hurts."

There was an obvious red mark on his face. Tong Xiyuan looked away and continued to ask: "Promise me that you will be good before you leave, okay?"

Fan He: "..."

999 applauded crazily, [Yuanbao, it seems that your husband is easier to control when he is younger. ]

Look, its Yuanbao has stood up and has a good chance of becoming number one.

Meng Bai glanced at them, looked up at the sky, and tried his best to suppress the curve of his lips.

You little white face, now you have come to this day.

Fan He took advantage of Tong Xiyuan's inattention to glare at Meng Bai, then turned back to look miserable with pain on his face, and said flatteringly, "Brother, it really hurts."

He couldn't say anything like "I was wrong" because Fan He didn't think he had done anything wrong.

"You really are," Tong Xiyuan sighed inwardly when he saw him like this, biting his lip and muttering, "You can't teach me well at all."

Fan He didn't hear clearly what he said, but he saw that Tong Xiyuan's attitude had softened, so he immediately took advantage of the situation, leaned over and said, "Brother, blow on me."

Tong Xiyuan pushed his face away cruelly and said stiffly: "It hurts, it's nothing serious."

He turned and walked to Meng Bai, asking him about the zombies he encountered this time.

According to the progress of the world line, the zombies should have evolved to a higher level, and more and more humans should be infected. Tong Xiyuan frowned, as Cheng Ruyin had not made any new progress yet.

Meng Bai naturally recounted what happened outside in detail, and even mentioned an advanced zombie that had evolved to be no different from a human. He said, "It's more human-like than the one we saw before, and it speaks and walks normally. It can even blend into the human team. If we hadn't happened to run into it and discovered something, everyone in that team would have died long ago."

Tong Xiyuan asked: "Did you kill him?"

"No," Meng Bai said cowardly, "He ran away."

Tong Xiyuan's eyebrows jumped, "Where did you run to?"

Don't come to Changming Base to harm people.

Meng Bai shook his head, "Brother Yuan, that zombie is obviously a highly intelligent zombie. Could it be the zombie's boss?"

"No." Tong Xiyuan thought to himself that the Zombie King was right next to you.

Meng Bai sighed with regret, "It would be great if zombies could evolve a conscience in addition to intelligence. Then maybe humans could negotiate with zombies and sign a non-interference agreement."

Tong Xiyuan thought this was wishful thinking. Cannibalizing humans was the instinct of zombies. Even if they evolved, they might not be willing to curb their appetite. There were very few zombies with mysophobia like Fan He.

He instructed Meng Bo: "Take more people to patrol around the base in the next few days. If you find any traces of zombies, you must tell me immediately."

Meng Bai was about to say yes, but suddenly stopped and glanced at Fan He, saying in a mean way: "Brother Yuan, I have no power now. Between you and him, who has the final say?"

Fan He touched the soft flesh in his mouth with the tip of his tongue. There was still a faint pain in that part of his cheek. He suddenly smiled and said, "My brother is here, so of course what he says is what counts."

When Tong Xiyuan is not around, he will only make Meng Bai's life more miserable.

Even though the sun was blazing brightly overhead, Meng Bai suddenly shivered as he hugged his arms. He couldn't help but take a step back as he looked at Fan He's smiling face. He felt that there was some conspiracy hidden behind it, so he said in a weak voice, "Okay, I'll listen to Brother Yuan."

After he left, Tong Xiyuan raised his hand and rubbed Fan He's cheek, which had already lost its red mark, "Don't always bully Meng Bai."

Fan He resisted the urge to turn his head and kiss the palm of his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "He targeted me first. My brother is partial."

Tong Xiyuan didn't say anything, but he knew clearly who he was biased towards.

The small team surveying the soil over there has already planned to move to another location, and Tong Xiyuan doesn't need to keep an eye on them all the time, so he plans to go back and contact the military base. After all, they are partners, so he has to tell them about the appearance of more intelligent zombies.

Fan He followed him reluctantly, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "Brother, are you worried about that high-level zombie?"

"Ah."

Fan He said: "Brother doesn't want him to disturb the base?"

"I don't want it," Tong Xiyuan paused and said in a tangled manner, "But leaving him out there is not a solution either. It's better to solve it as soon as possible."

I just don’t know if his plant friends can eliminate higher-level zombies, so that both sides will suffer losses.

Fan He followed him into the conference building and came to the office on the second floor. Before Tong Xiyuan contacted the military base, he said, "If my brother doesn't want him to come, he probably won't dare to come."

Even if he was here, the zombies that had evolved intelligence and thoughts would follow him instinctively, but Van He had a way to intercept them.

The means of communication in the end times have degenerated, many signal towers and base stations have been destroyed, and the major bases currently rely on the most primitive landline phones to communicate with each other.

Tong Xiyuan paused as he dialed the number. He almost forgot Fan He's identity and changed his words: "Then I hope he comes."

Fan He dialed the number for him, lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."

It's just a high-level zombie, used for Tong Xiyuan to practice, it wouldn't be a pity even if it died.

Pei Yun, a level nine zombie who had finally found his king ten miles away, felt the slightest sign of danger and almost slipped and fell from the tree.

He straightened his high-end suit that he had picked out from an abandoned shopping mall, adjusted his plain glasses without prescription, and wondered, would he be the first zombie to die at the hands of the king?

If he really died, it would be a pity for him to be dressed in such a bright and beautiful way that he looked more human than a human.

***

Three days later, at the gate of Changming Base.

"Name?"

"Pei Yun."

"Superpower level?"

"Wood Element Level 5."

"Have you finished checking?"

"Ah."

"Okay, let's go in."

Pei Yun was about to go in, but was suddenly stopped by a loud shout.

"Wait a minute—" Meng Bai strode over with his men, stared at the familiar-looking man, rubbed his chin, and asked suspiciously, "Are you a superpower?"