Doomsday Supreme Glory

, but Giorgio was smashed many times one after another. Although he didn't use his claws, it was still very annoying.

The fist of the black shirt called out again, Giorgio roared, straightened his chest, and managed to grab his arm while being punched regardless, leaving a bloodstain that would not bleed.

The black shirt took a few steps back, and the zombie's bad face became even uglier.

Giorgio looked at him, full of the pleasure of revenge, followed by a daze.

What did he just do?

He pushed the little food down and tried to attack him, fought with the black shirt and scratched his arm?

Did he really do that?

Giorgio looked around, and the little food had disappeared. Maybe he ran away when they just started fighting, but the white shirt didn't leave. He stood aside and looked at them with an indifferent temperament of sitting on a mountain and watching a tiger fight. The gray eyes were motionless, and it was unclear whether they were looking.

The ugly face of the black shirt made Giorgio a little uncomfortable, as if he had done something wrong.

He knew that he didn't mean to push Xiao Shishi down on purpose, nor did he want to be fierce to Xiao Shishi on purpose, but the strong hunger in his stomach was about to drive him crazy.But, but... Zombies always have to eat. Could it be that they starve to death? It's fine if they don't let him eat small food. Even the old man who he hunted hard is not allowed to eat. It's no wonder he doesn't go berserk.

Giorgio blamed the black shirt for all his faults, and felt much more justified, but he didn't have the face to say goodbye to Little Food, so he might as well just leave.

It's just that Xiao Food ran away without even taking his white shirt with him, and his hands were scratched. Will he encounter other zombies?Will there be any danger?I don't know how many times the flashlight with the group second ability can be used.

Giorgio grinned at the white shirt, hoping that he would find some snacks quickly, but the white shirt was still standing noble and glamorous, not even giving him an expression.

I'm really curious about the relationship between the white shirt and the little food, why is he not in a hurry at all.

Giorgio silently guessed, brother?Father and son?grandparents?In the morning, I just marveled at the beauty of the black shirt, and didn't pay attention to the photos in the room, otherwise I would have gained something.

The longer a small food is left, the more dangerous it is.He didn't even want to look at the black shirt anymore. Giorgio decided to look for some food by himself with his zombie face. At any rate, send him back to the white shirt safely before leaving.

If I didn't guess wrong, Xiao Food either went to the hospital or went home, right?There was no smell of small food in the air. After thinking about it, he decided to go home. After all, they had just returned from the hospital, and it was unlikely that they would go to the hospital again.

Giorgio walked towards the house silently, the black shirt paused, and then followed, still maintaining a distance of three meters, when Giorgio stopped, he stopped, when Giorgio left, he left, and the zombies were It wouldn't bleed, but the scar on his hand was clearly visible, a silent accusation against Giorgio.

Giorgio stopped with a tiger face, trying to scare him, telling him to cherish life and stay away from himself.The next time he goes berserk, maybe this scar won't be the only one.

The black shirt directly ignored Giorgio's grin, and firmly maintained a distance of three meters, not taking a step away.

The sky was getting dark, and Giorgio was very worried about the little food, and he didn't care about the black tail anymore, but he just quickened his pace and hurried home.

After all, Little Food also wiped his body and changed his pajamas. If he couldn't come back like this, he would feel very guilty.

When he hurried to the house, the door was closed, Giorgio didn’t know if the food was back, he just knocked on the door outside, no one opened, he didn’t know if the food was still there Whether he didn’t open the door because he was afraid, or the food didn’t come back at all. After smashing it for 10 minutes, and then thinking about the white shirt that remained in place, Giorgio felt that the latter was more likely.

It was completely dark outside, how could such a pink, tender and delicious doll like Xiao Food survive outside alone.

Giorgio decided to take the risk of falling into the ditch and go out to touch the small food. Anyway, his eyes were black. Giorgio let go of his pace and bumped into various things repeatedly. I hate myself for not having night vision, and not being able to shout while walking.

Suddenly, Giorgio stopped, he smelled the smell of small food, and the smell was getting closer, this scene seemed familiar, as if he came to hold his hand on the first night...

When the limp little hand really timidly touched his fingers, Giorgio felt that he was about to cry.

The smell of blood is gone and he's unhurt, which is great.

Xiaoshi didn't speak, and the footsteps of four people could be heard in the darkness—his, Xiaoshi's, white shirt, and black shirt.

His voice is the most procrastinating, and the little food's is the lightest. The white shirt is unhurried, while the black shirt is heavy with every step.

Giorgio listened to these voices with his ears upright, and unconsciously clenched Xiao Cai's hand, thinking of his rather sharp fingernails, he loosened it hastily.

Familiar feeling, familiar route, when the candle was lit, Giorgio saw the bright and gentle smiling faces of familiar decorations and snacks again, Giorgio looked at his hand, he immediately raised his arm and patted it, Said that nothing happened, and then took out two bags from the small zebra backpack, which contained red liquid, which seemed to be blood.

Xiaoshi gave one bag to the black shirt, inserted a straw into the other, and brought it to Giorgio's mouth.

Giorgio looked at the little food, but refused to open his mouth, for fear that his fangs would scare him.

Xiao Chui patted his head, pulled Giorgio to sit on the sofa, let his head up, then filled a small spoon with blood, and carefully fed it to Giorgio's mouth.

Feeling the warmth and satiety brought by the blood, Giorgio swallowed as slowly and quietly as possible.

The candlelight was flickering, and among the photos hanging on the wall were vaguely pictures of snacks and white shirts, as well as a woman he didn't know, with a gentle smile and long hair fluttering.

Is it a family of three?Giorgio thought vaguely, it's good to have a son like Xiaoshi.I don't know what kind of family I had before I was alive?

The sixth day

That night, Giorgio had a dream. He dreamed of two middle-aged men and women. The man was reading the newspaper in the living room, and the woman was cooking in the kitchen. There was a very tempting fragrance in the air. Giorgio opened the door and walked in. The man put down the newspaper and shouted to the kitchen, "Xiao Ao is back."

Then, he woke up from the dream, and Giorgio found that he couldn't remember the appearance of the person in the dream at all. Perhaps, this picture was just imagined by him, and he didn't remember anything about his life at all. It's just that I have heard it a lot and used it for myself. I'm not sure if it's him or not.

But, how can zombies dream?

His depressed mood was immediately aroused by this question, and he could clearly distinguish that this was a dream, not a vague memory fragment like before.

Could it be that zombies can dream, but he has never done it before?

Giorgio really wanted to ask Black Shirt if he had such an experience, but thinking of how he stopped him from eating yesterday and the two had a fight, he immediately dismissed the idea. He, he's probably going crazy with hunger.This bastard, if you don't let him eat, can't you learn from small food and find some substitutes for him?His requirements are not high, and it doesn't matter if it's not fresh blood.

Xiao Food came out of the room with a white shirt. Giorgio glanced at the door before it was closed, and saw that the dark rhombus tie that was tied on his forearm before was cleaned and put on the The bedside of the little food, that room looks like a children's room, maybe it is the room of the little food, the white shirt goes in, probably just standing and sleeping with the little food.

Looking at the noble and glamorous face and tall figure in the white shirt, Giorgio couldn't help feeling that it was a good fortune for Xiao Food to have such a father. When he grows up, he will definitely become a little prince.

The white shirt stopped by the sofa, and Giorgio continued to eat his tofu with his eyes recklessly.

Ah, this guy looks so good-looking when he walks. It's a pity that Xiao Food didn't wipe him in front of them, otherwise he would be able to feast his eyes.Ah, speaking of it, his movements seem to have become much smoother. Walking so much should build muscles, right?Ah, the expressionless face, if you can smile, it will be much more pleasing, right?

Suddenly, Giorgio heard a voice, "Why are you staring at me?"

Giorgio was stunned, and his first reaction was to look at Xiaocai. Xiaocai was busy packing his zebra schoolbag and had no time to talk. Besides, the voice didn’t sound like a child’s. Going to look at the black shirt, the black shirt also looked at him, and the air was strangely silent for a moment.

Giorgio turned his head stiffly and looked at the white shirt. He was commanding and imposing.

"Uh uh uh uh?"—"Is that you talking?"

The white shirt didn't speak, but that posture clearly belonged to him.

Oh my god!What the hell?Zombies can talk?Oh no, calm down, calm down, doesn't he know how to talk?It must have been an accident, an accident.

"You almost hurt Xiaowen yesterday, don't do it again."

Giorgio's world has collapsed, Xiaowen, who is it?Small food name?Also, why doesn't he open his mouth when he speaks?Have they reached the point where they are connected?Then what he was thinking in his mind now, could he be overheard by the white shirt!

Giorgio looked at his nose, his nose, his heart, and tried his best to drive away all those obscene thoughts about white shirts in his mind!

The white shirt turned around and saw that the little food didn't move.

"white shirt