He's Super Sticky

The familiar roar made Mo Yan a little disappointed. He sat on the bed with the little zombie in his arms, and repeated patiently: "Mo, Yan."

Every word, very serious.

The little zombie tilted his head, "Ho, ho."

Maybe the baby's level is not enough?

Mo Yan thought optimistically, he kissed the eyes of the little zombie who now has some human emotions, "I'm the one who is impatient."

He should hunt more zombies to obtain crystal nuclei, maybe when the baby reaches level six or seven, he will be able to speak?

After making up his mind, Mo Yan relaxed, hugged the little zombie and talked carefully, especially those eyes, which made him especially fond of, and couldn't help but kiss again and again, kiss and kiss again.

The little zombie loved Mo Yan's closeness to him. His red eyes were shining brightly, and he would occasionally raise his head and rub his lips against Mo Yan's.

The ice is cold and soft, which is better than the touch before the promotion.

Mo Yan couldn't help being distracted by the enthusiastic little zombies, and wanted to be a beast on the spot, but he finally gave up this idea and let himself be a gentleman for a while.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down a bit, and then patted the little zombie's little butt that felt soft to the touch, "What a little elf."

The zombie goblin seemed to feel that she was being praised, and happily rubbed against Mo Yan's lips again.

Mo Yan only felt that he was going to explode. What's more, the little zombie didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but actually put that cold palm on his indescribable place.

Obviously the palm was cool, but rubbing against it made the fire burn more violently, propping up a big tent under the trousers.

All the previous calmness was useless.

Mo Yan put his big hand on the little zombie's waist, and finally decided not to wrong him. His hand slid down the little zombie's waist, and then slowly moved forward, holding the little zombie's hand.

The screeching brake sounded.

"Be careful, that red light is coming from here, it's not sure what it is, a group of three, and report immediately if something happens."

Just when Mo Yan was about to pull the little zombie to do something indescribable, his ears moved and he heard a voice not far away.

Red light?

He paused in his heart, isn't that the light that appeared when his baby was promoted?

Before he had time to think about why this group of people knew about it, and why they found this place, Mo Yan put down the little zombie's hand, no longer had the previous charming thoughts, took out the cloak to wrap the little zombie, then put away the flashlight for lighting, and hugged the little zombie. The zombie jumped out of the window quietly, disappearing in the darkness.

"There was light just now?" There were five or six cars parked at the entrance of the village, and a total of more than 20 people got down, and all of them were people with supernatural powers. shouted.

The leader looked in the direction the man pointed, only to see that the village was pitch black, but he did not doubt what the man said. He called five or six people from the team and asked the others to search in different directions. He brought people closer to the room where Mo Yan stayed before.

Mo Yan carried the little zombie and moved lightly into the mountains behind the village.This village was specially selected by Mo Yan. It is far away from the major bases, and it is remote and sparsely populated.

Mo Yan chose such a village in the first place to prevent the little zombie from advancing and making noise so that people could easily find it. It wasn't because he was afraid of conflicts with humans, but Mo Yan wanted to avoid trouble. He wanted to protect the little zombie, but he didn't want to be the same Humans are on the opposite side.

It's just that I didn't expect that there was such a supernatural team nearby, and they found this remote village in a short period of time.Fortunately, Mo Yan had already put the car into the space.

The village is small and there are few houses. Because of this, Mo Yan was able to catch the voices of the supernatural team when they arrived at the entrance of the village.

The team of supernatural beings quickly searched the village, but no matter how carefully they searched, they couldn't find what they wanted in the village, neither the treasure nor the danger they imagined before appeared.

Mo Yan was galloping up the mountain with the little zombie in his arms.

After making sure that the team of supernatural beings did not come forward, he found a random place in the forest and set up a tent.

Inside the tent, the bright white light of the flashlight illuminates the tent. Mo Yan hugged the little zombie, and carefully untied the gauze from the little zombie's face and neck.

Originally, when he was in the village, Mo Yan wanted to see if the injuries on the little zombie's body would change with the promotion, but in the end, the little zombie seduced him into wanting to do what adults could do.

Now that it was destroyed, Mo Yan's desire faded away, and he remembered this serious matter.

The gauze was slowly lifted, revealing the true face inside.

The rotten and stinking skin had disappeared, replaced by smooth and pale skin. Mo Yan raised his hand cautiously, his index finger lightly touching the place where there was a wound, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

The eyeballs that were originally like dead objects flashed emotions that only humans have after being promoted, the rotten and terrible wounds have also returned to smoothness, and even the hard skin has some elasticity...

His baby is gradually evolving towards human change.

Mo Yan became more and more sure of his conjecture.

He hugged the little zombie, with tears in his eyes, and his tone was gentle but firm: "Baby, you will be fine."

"Roar" the little zombie responded softly.

Turning off the flashlight, Mo Yan lay in the tent holding the well-behaved and obedient little zombie in the dark, letting the little zombie's head rest on his warm chest. s hair.

The little zombie was lying on Mo Yan's body, with Mo Yan's warm chest next to his ears, and he could hear Mo Yan's strong heartbeat. He just lay there, his scarlet eyes staring closely at Ink words.

Mo Yan raised his body and kissed the little zombie's eyes, and said affectionately, "Good night, my little baby."

Mo Yan closed his eyes, hugged the little zombie with both hands, and slowly fell asleep.

The little zombie was still staring at Mo Yan, but suddenly his eyes blinked, and he tilted his head in the dark, and then opened his mouth: "Mo..."

The sound is small and rough, like the sound of sand rubbing on the ground.

Mo Yan, who was asleep, opened his eyes. His eyes were amazingly bright in the darkness. His hands on the little zombie suddenly tightened, and his eyes were tightly locked on the pair of red pupils in the darkness.

He hugged the little zombie and sat up straight.

"Baby, did you talk?" He was nervous and expectant, his throat was slightly dry because of this, his Adam's apple kept sliding up and down, he let go of a hand on the little zombie's waist, trembling with excitement, the palm slowly Move up, and finally accurately capture the lips of the little zombie in the dark.

His thumb slowly stroked the little zombie's lips, "Baby, can you call me by my name again?"

"Mo, Yan." Mo Yan opened his mouth and pronounced carefully.

Seeing that Mo Yan woke up to talk to him, the little zombie jumped on Mo Yan happily.

There was a light roar in his mouth.

There was no expected voice, and Mo Yan's excited heart just now gradually cooled down.

He couldn't help but suspect that the voice just now was just his hallucination, but Mo Yan knew clearly that it was not an illusion.

That voice was very green and harsh, but it sounded like the sounds of nature to his ears.

Mo Yan turned on the electric hand held aside to illuminate the small space again.

Because of the light, the little zombie could see Mo Yan's appearance more clearly. He yelled more happily, and leaned forward enthusiastically, wanting to kiss Mo Yan.

Mo Yan let the little zombie move, and after the little zombie evacuated, he said again: "Baby, can you say it again?"

"Mo, Yan." He opened his mouth again, as if teaching a child to speak.

The little zombie tilted his head, his eyes full of ignorance.

"Mo, Yan." Mo Yan did not give up, and continued to teach the little zombie word by word.

I don't know how long it took, how many times Mo Yan said his name tirelessly, before the little zombie opened his mouth again.

"Mo." It was still a word, and the voice was as unpleasant as before, but Mo Yan was so excited that he almost shed tears.

"Mo, Mo." The little zombie repeated stammeringly.

Mo Yan didn't sleep that night, and the voice of him teaching the little zombie to speak kept coming from the tent.

Until the sky turned white, Mo Yan's voice did not disappear.

He didn't sleep all night, but when Mo Yan got up to pack the tent in the morning, he was still full of energy, his whole body seemed to be glowing, and after one night, even though the little zombie still only knew the word "Mo", it still made Mo Yan very excited .

In the next two months, Mo Yan was extremely passionate no matter whether he was killing zombies or mutant beasts. He killed almost no corpses. Humans surrounded by zombies.

The little zombie has also changed from the initial word "Mo" to being able to call out Mo Yan's full name.

But other than that, no matter how Mo Yan taught the little zombie to speak, the little zombie still couldn't say anything except his name.

It seemed that it was only because of the little zombie's obsession with Mo Yan that he would call Mo Yan by his name.

Mo Yan was not disappointed about this, as long as his little zombie could call his name, he would be overjoyed.

Other Mo Yan told himself to take his time.His little zombies are always getting better.