Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

The rumors of the zombie city attracted many bases to come and investigate. When they witnessed with their own eyes the low-level zombies that had not yet evolved were restrained by some order, watching humans wanting to eat but unable to, and could only squat down and move bricks to build buildings, the glimmer of hope in their hearts was completely shattered.

The zombies are really building cities, and they seem to have an exceptionally powerful leader ruling them. Humanity's opponents have become even more powerful.

This time, Changming Base received no less than ten leaders from other bases.

Inside the conference building, Cheng Ruyin was dressed in a capable outfit, with his hands behind his back and a thoughtful look on his face.

A fat man asked anxiously, "Chief Cheng, what are your plans for Changming Base regarding the zombie city?"

Another thin man said, "Gather all the high-level psychics in the base. I wonder if we can kill the zombie kings?"

These leaders were all waiting for Cheng Ruyin's reply, because regarding the vaccine, Changming Base had become the base with the highest status.

Meng Bai, who was standing by, picked up the secretly taken photos of the zombie city on the table. Looking at the buildings that were gradually being built up, he felt that they looked familiar. It seemed that he had seen this construction pattern before in the plan that Brother Yuan had given to the base.

There was a clang in his mind, and an incredible idea flashed through his mind.

"Ruyin, could that zombie city be..." Meng Bai stopped abruptly and hinted at Cheng Ruyin with his eyes.

This was what Cheng Ruyin was thinking about just now. Now that Meng Bai had the same idea as her, she was even more certain about who lived in the zombie city.

She reached out and put the photo back into the envelope, returned it to one of the leaders, and said loudly: "We at Changming Base don't intend to get involved in the affairs of Zombie City. I advise you not to provoke them. The Zombie King should not be something that ordinary people with special abilities can deal with."

The leaders of other bases looked at each other, some listened to the advice, while others just thought that Cheng Ruyin didn't have the courage, so they went back and sent the psychics in their own bases to attack the zombie city.

One day, in a zombie city a hundred miles away.

The flowing curtains were blown by the wind, and a few leaves floated in from the corner of the window that was not closed tightly, as if bringing some curious peeking.

Tong Xiyuan grabbed the leaf, but he didn't expect that he tore it with too much force, staining his hands with green juice. He frowned and blushed and said, "Close the window."

Fan He went over to close the window, then returned to help Tong Xiyuan up, his eyes full of tenderness, "Brother, are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."

"I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat." Tong Xiyuan glared at him.

Fan He laughed softly, "How can I not eat? My brother's belly is so bloated, maybe there's a little zombie inside. What if I starve him?"

Tong Xiyuan was so angry that he pushed him off the bed.

Fan He sat on the carpeted floor and laughed to himself for a while. Just as he was about to tie his hair up with the rubber band on his wrist and take Tong Xiyuan to take a shower, he felt the invasion of people from inside and outside the city.

He lowered his eyes, not letting Tong Xiyuan notice anything unusual. As usual, he took Tong Xiyuan to finish the cleaning work afterwards, put him in front of the dining table and said, "Brother, wait a moment. I'll make a dessert you've never had before."

"Hey--" Tong Xiyuan didn't stop him. After watching him leave, he poked the pudding in front of him with a fork in distress. It was obvious that the recipe was wrong.

What should I do if my boyfriend has no sense of taste but is keen on torturing his taste buds?

If Fan He's personality had not changed, Tong Xiyuan would have mistakenly believed that Fan He, who loved tinkering with desserts, had been swapped.

Didn't we say that I have mysophobia? Why is it that I have lost all my mysophobia in front of him? I should at least keep some of it.

Tong Xiyuan really doesn't want to eat foods that are neither sweet nor sour.

Fan He climbed out of the window and found Pei Yun waiting at the gate.

"Who's out there?"

Pei Yun was almost frightened to death when his own king's voice sounded from behind. He turned around and stood at attention and said, "A few people from a small base have joined forces to destroy our city."

Fan He sneered, "Kill him."

Pei Yun had anticipated this outcome and asked, "How about leaving one to report back?"

They have to spread the word to humans about how difficult it is to break into their zombie city, otherwise humans will always overestimate their own capabilities and come here to seek death.

"Well," Fan He paused, thinking of Tong Xiyuan, and suddenly changed his words: "Don't kill them all, beat them half to death and let them crawl back."

Pei Yun swallowed and said, "Yes."

As expected, the king will only become more and more cruel. He just thought that Fan He had softened his heart and planned to let those psychics go.

After Fan He finished explaining the situation, he returned to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and took out something. He tore open the outer packaging to destroy the evidence, then found a particularly beautiful-looking glass bowl and scooped the thing into it spoonful by spoonful.

After doing all this, he went out with the glass bowl and put the ice cream on the dining table under Tong Xiyuan's suspicious look.

"Brother, would you like to try it?"

Tong Xiyuan's eyes widened in surprise when he saw that it was ice cream. The temperature in the apocalypse was often high and it lasted for such a long time. This kind of food that needed to be frozen should have been extinct long ago.

He picked up the spoon excitedly, but stopped when he was about to eat it. "You made it?"

"Yeah." Van He spoke shamelessly, without mentioning at all how he threatened and intimidated those humans with spatial abilities to snatch a refrigerator drawer of ice cream.

He touched Tong Xiyuan's face with his cold fingertips that had touched the glass bowl, "It took a long time, I hope you like it."

Tong Xiyuan shrank back, his expectant heart already half disappointed. He comforted himself, it doesn’t matter, after all, it’s just ice cream, even if it doesn’t taste good I can tolerate it.

With this thought in mind, Tong Xiyuan put the ice cream into his mouth.

The taste is soft and silky, with a light vanilla flavor.

He opened his eyes and looked at Fan He suspiciously, "Did you really do this?"

Can it be so delicious?

Fan He saw that he was very satisfied, so he leaned over and licked the ice cream that had missed the corner of his lips, "Yes, as long as brother likes it."

Tong Xiyuan believed him, thinking that no matter how untalented a person was, it was normal for them to make progress after so long.

"If my brother wants to eat it in the future, I will make it for him, okay?" Fan He thought of the drawer of ice cream that would last him a long time, and smiled like a fox.

Tong Xiyuan felt that he had something else in mind, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "Okay, but eating too much is not good either."

Fan He thought to himself that he would not let you eat too much. Such a precious thing in the apocalypse would not be exchanged without the most precious conditions. He would not make this deal.

In the following month, Tong Xiyuan finally understood the true meaning of his words.

Whenever he wanted to eat ice cream, Fan He would always put forward all kinds of embarrassing conditions, making it difficult for him to agree or refuse.

Until one day——