He's Super Sticky

His family's little zombie is trying to keep him?

Mo Yan felt interesting and happy in his heart.

He didn't feel ashamed that he was a big man being taken care of by a small zombie. On the contrary, he was a little bit flattered, and a feeling of being proud and wanting to be embarrassed arose. If there was no one around, Mo Yan would probably start to show off up.

Thinking of this, Mo Yan couldn't sit still, not only couldn't sit still, he couldn't even keep his mouth idle.

He looked at the pale and peeling horrible lips of the little zombie, his mouth moved, a little thirsty and itchy, he wanted to grind it.

He threw the cloth bag to the side of the bed, hugged the little zombie standing by the bed, and didn't care whether the little zombie was dirty or not, and whether he would be infected with the zombie virus by kissing him, he just kissed the little zombie's lips and kissed him. kiss down.

The little zombie's body was stiff, and there was no emotion or expression on his face or eyes, but when he touched the little zombie's lips, Mo Yan could inexplicably feel the little zombie's pleasure.

Very nice.

Mo Yan felt extremely strange.

The touch of the little zombie's lips is not good, but it still makes Mo Yan feel a little distracted, but he didn't go too far. He just touched the little zombie lightly and let go of the little zombie. Although he wanted to go too far, Mo Yan After all, Yan still had a sliver of reason, knowing that he couldn't really infect himself with the zombie virus.

He is not a lone ranger who feeds the whole family by himself. Not to mention his friends, he still has family members. This life cannot be lost at will.

And what if he becomes a zombie, what if his little zombie baby doesn't like him, what if he is attracted by other people and runs away?You must know that zombies have no attraction to zombies, zombies are only interested in humans.

Thinking of the possibility that his little zombie was attracted by other people, Mo Yan wanted to crush that imaginary enemy.

"Roar"

The little zombie yelled.

A zombie has no expression, its eyes are red and dull, just like a red note embedded in its eye socket, and even its cry is no different from other zombies.But Mo Yan just thinks that the little zombie is special, he can tell the taste of the little zombie from every move and cry.

Mo Yan thinks this is fate, he and the little zombie are destined to be a godsend.

Mo Yan rubbed the little zombie's hair happily.

The sticky feel is not good, but even so, Mo Yan still cares about every bit of the little zombie's body.

However, it can't go on like this.

This floor seemed to be the little zombie's private territory. Apart from the little zombie and him, Mo Yan didn't see any other zombies.

Satisfied, he inspected the glass window, well, no zombies would see it.

Mo Yan took out a large wooden barrel from the space. This wooden barrel was specially found by Mo Yan for the convenience of taking a bath outside.

He poured the spring water from the space into the wooden barrel, and then put his hand into the wooden barrel. After a while, the water in the wooden barrel was steaming.

"Hey, wash baby for nothing." Mo Yan acted like coaxing a child, standing next to him and watching him manipulate the hungry little zombie to hug him, and quickly took off the little zombie's clothes.

The little zombie didn't resist the whole time, just stood there blankly and let Mo Yan move.

Outsiders look at the little zombie, which is completely immobile and unresponsive wood, but in Mo Yan's heart, he wears a super thick filter and automatically installs a beautification system on the little zombie. The zombies are cute and cute, obedient and obedient, and even the long ones are very good-looking.

I didn't see that the other zombies were covered in blood, missing arms and legs, or that there was a piece of rot here and there, but his little zombie was clean and tidy, with only a little bit of rot on his neck and face. It is simply the beauty killer among zombies.

Mo Yan, who was obsessed with the "beauty" of his own little zombie, automatically ignored the complete zombie without a trace of wound he had seen before.

The little zombie in his family must be incomparable to other zombies.

Mo Yan happily hugged the naked little zombie and put it into the bucket.

As soon as he entered the water, the little zombie reacted. With a puff, he buried himself in the bottom of the water, allowing the water to cover his head.

Surprised by the sudden movement of the little zombie, Mo Yan subconsciously wanted to pick the little zombie up from the bottom of the water.

Although it is a zombie, it still has a human structure. What should I do if I choke?

No, zombies don't need to breathe.

The little zombie was fished out from the bottom of the water by Mo Yan. He yelled at Mo Yan twice, and was about to dive into the water again. Mo Yan quickly supported the little zombie's arms to prevent him from moving.

"Hey, if you like this water, you can wash it later and change the bucket to clean it. Now baby, wash it for nothing."

When the little zombie heard Mo Yan's voice, he didn't know if he understood it. He tilted his head and looked at Mo Yan with a pair of red eyes. From people's point of view, these lifeless eyes were a little scary, but Mo Yan felt that there was something wrong with him. cute.

He rubbed the little zombie's wet head: "Good boy, be obedient."

Xu understood. The little zombie didn't want to dive into the water this time, but sat in it obediently.

Satisfied, Mo Yan took out the shampoo and shower gel from the space, and began to cleanse his little zombie.

After washing the little zombie, the water in the bucket was completely dirty. Mo Yan changed another bucket of clean water, and then carefully cleaned the wounds on the little zombie's neck and face.

The inside of the wound was dirty and smelly. Mo Yan didn't dislike it at all. Instead, he was afraid that the little zombie would hurt. The cleaning action was light. After cleaning, he took out bandages and wound medicine to treat the wound for the little zombie.

Although he knew that the little zombie's wound would not get better, Mo Yan couldn't help but want to give the little zombie some medicine.

He held the idea of ​​luck in his heart, maybe the little zombie's wound would heal?

It's just that when the medicine was being applied, the little zombie yelled at him and pointed to the water.

Mo Yan was stunned.Then suddenly, he almost forgot that he promised the little zombie to play with water just now.

If the little zombie had something he liked, of course Mo Yan would pamper him. He immediately put down the medicine, took the little zombie out and wiped it clean, then went to change a bucket of clean water and put the little zombie into the bucket.

This time, the little zombie was very happy when he got permission, and directly plunged into the bucket.

Mo Yan was a little disappointed that he couldn't see the little zombie baby, and he didn't know what the little zombie was playing in the water, and he wanted to bury his head in it?

Thinking about Mo Yan, he took out a chair and sat by the barrel, looking at the water in the barrel eagerly.

One blister, two blisters...

Mo Yan looked at it for a while, and found that something was wrong, the water level in the bucket kept dropping.

His little zombie is drinking water?

Mo Yan felt that something was wrong. Zombies didn't like to drink water, and just for a while, the water level in the barrel dropped by about one centimeter.

He felt something was wrong, lowered his eyes, and fished out the little zombie inside.

The little zombie was very well-behaved this time, and didn't make a fuss about going into the water again. His water-stained eyes were shining brightly, as if they had human emotions.

Mo Yan was almost dazzled.

Without lowering his head, he stretched out his hand to touch the flat belly of the little zombie. It was hard and a little soft. It didn't look like it had filled so much water, but Mo Yan knew that part of the water in the barrel had indeed disappeared.

"Roar"

The little zombie raised his hand, closed his paws and hugged Mo Yan's neck, and rubbed his wet head coquettishly, wetting Mo Yan's clothes.

Mo Yan keenly felt that the little zombie was different.

He straightened the little zombie and looked at the little zombie carefully. Mo Yan could see the difference.

The dry and peeled lips seemed to look a little better than before. He stretched out his hand and pressed it. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt that the lips seemed to be a little softer.

And the rotten wounds on the little zombie's face and neck seemed less scary than before. Mo Yan took a closer look and smelled it, and even the rotten smell was not as strong as before.

He looked at the clear water inside the barrel.

Could it be the effect of the water?

"Honey, is this water useful to you?" Mo Yan asked directly.

The little zombie tilted his head in confusion, then let out a soft cry.

"Hey, baby, keep playing." Mo Yan rubbed the little zombie's head.

Hearing this, the little zombie plunged headlong into the water again, bubbling and bubbling.

Unlike the ignorant and happy little zombie, Mo Yan sat aside with a serious face.

Mo Yan has used and drank the water in the space. He is sure that this water has no effect on him. Zombies are different?

Thinking that this water might slowly restore the little zombie's sanity, Mo Yan couldn't help clenching his fists excitedly.

But maybe the water is just for healing wounds?

Thinking of this, Mo Yan remembered that he had never used the spring water in the space when he was injured. After all, when he seldom used the space, he usually went out and asked Huang Xiao for drinking water.

Thinking, Mo Yan's eyes flashed, and a dagger appeared in his hand. He stretched out his arm and cut a gash on his own arm. Immediately, bright red blood burst out from the wound, staining the surrounding skin red.

"crash"

The moment the wound appeared, the water inside the barrel exploded, and the little zombie stood up from the water.

"Roar"

The little zombie closed its paws and grabbed Mo Yan's injured arm, roaring continuously.

Is this angry?

Mo Yan will hug the little zombie's slender medicine with his uninjured hand, "Be good, don't get angry, I'll do an experiment."

The little zombie was still screaming.

Mo Yan was a little helpless, he took the spring water directly from the space and swallowed it.

The blood was gradually decreasing from the wound that was still bleeding.

It turns out that this spring water has the effect of accelerating wound healing?

Mo Yan looked at the bloodless wound and felt a little disappointed.

He took out a towel, wiped the blood off his hands, and coaxed the little zombie: "Hey, look, it's all right."

The little zombie let go of Mo Yan's hand after repeatedly confirming that there was no blood.

"Okay, do you still want to play in the water?" Mo Yan asked.

The little zombie tilted his head, as if he was thinking. He looked at the water for a while, and Mo Yan's arm that was left with a wound that would not bleed, and then burrowed into the barrel again.

Mo Yan looked at the head of the little zombie under the water, thinking quickly.

Zombies can be promoted. Compared with low-level zombies, high-level zombies have more flexible limbs and stronger attack power, and the little zombies in his family are also more spiritual than the little zombies he has seen before.

Mo Yan rubbed his chin, perhaps the higher the level of zombies, the more they resembled humans. Mo Yan thought about the behavior of the little zombie after it appeared, and felt more and more that his guess was correct. His little zombie was obviously stronger than other zombies. clever.

Perhaps, he can start from this aspect and restore the little zombie's sanity. Even if he can't regain his sanity, the little zombie's higher level is also a benefit. Other zombies and humans can't beat the little zombie, and the little zombie's safety will be guaranteed.

So, how should he upgrade the little zombie?

As for the promotion system of zombies, humans have not yet researched it.

Mo Yan looked at the cloth bag on the bed beside Zhang, his eyes flickered, maybe zombies can be like humans?

Mo Yan decided to go out and experiment for a while.

At the same moment, a mechanical voice sounded in the mind of the little zombie under the water.

[Ding, the system restarts! 】