Doomsday Supreme Glory

The little deer was bumping in his heart, his eyes didn't know where to look, he could only turn his head to the black shirt, Xiao Hei was holding a blood bag in his mouth, and his gray eyes stared at him with an inexplicable sense of scrutiny.

After a while, after guessing that the white shirt had been put on, Giorgio turned his gaze back. He was such a noble and glamorous His Majesty the King again. Giorgio swallowed in his heart, desperately restraining the erotic image of him in his head.

The white shirt looked at Giorgio, and walked towards him. Giorgio raised his head blankly, and had lost his ability to think.Giorgio stared foolishly at his side until the little food pulled him up and led him to the edge of the pool.

Half of the pajamas were taken off, Giorgio came back to his senses suddenly, and backed away in horror, Xiao Cai clung to his clothes, and when he retreated like this, he was dragged off.

Innocence is going to be ruined!

Giorgio wanted to cry, but Little Food jumped over happily to take off his pants. Giorgio closed his eyes, stepped towards the pool, and fell straight down, splashing big water. It was only after the sound came up that the little food was splashed with water, and the kitten was rubbing its face like it was washing its face.

Giorgio spat a bubble, showing his head shyly, and the rest was submerged under the water.

I don't know why, but the smell of blood is very light, soaking in it, but I feel very comfortable, as if the cells of the whole body are absorbing nutrients at a high speed, and even made Giorgio's skin feel a little tingling.

He finally knew what Little Food came to the hospital for every day, not to resupply weapons, but to recharge the white shirt.

Just about to enjoy the feeling of being so comfortable that he could fly, the pool water fluctuated, and he came down with his black shirt off, and sat face to face with Giorgio, staring wide-eyed.

A mandarin duck bath... This scene was too embarrassing. Giorgio closed his eyes and sank a little silently, pretending that he didn't see anything.

The black shirt seemed to have the same sense of comfort as him. After soaking for a while, he even grew energetic and moved forward a little.As soon as he moved, Giorgio noticed him, stared at him with wide eyes, and was extremely vigilant. The black shirt has always had the characteristics of an idiot, but now everyone is disheveled, so don't let him take advantage of it!

Under the watchful eyes of Giorgio fully expressing "Don't come here", the black shirt hummed lowly, as if he was aggrieved, and then slowly returned to his original position.

Giorgio secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and only then noticed that the color of the pool water had lightened a lot to the extent visible to the naked eye, and had turned pink.

Is it all absorbed by them?

Giorgio raised his arm and looked at it. His hands were not as soft as catkins, and his skin was as creamy as fat.

He spat out sleepily, then looked at the shore, and met the eyes of the white shirt.

Giorgio swallowed his saliva, and quickly looked away. Little Food ran over happily, signaling that they could come up. Giorgio glanced at the white shirt in embarrassment. It's not good to just go out like this. , Climbing out, Giorgio felt his eyes sting, and he might be about to grow needles.

Giorgio was soaked in the water and refused to come out even after the black shirt was neatly dressed. Xiao Cui seemed a little anxious, when he heard the sound of footsteps, the white shirt stood up and turned his back to them.

Giorgio didn't care whether he did it on purpose or something happened, the water came out with a splash, which shocked the little food, and he took the initiative to change his clothes at the speed of light, but... it was still a set of pajamas .

Can't you respect the self-esteem of zombies?

No one saw it, but a stiff and shallow smile evoked with their backs to their white shirts.

On the way home, the more Giorgio walked, the more he felt that he was about to fly lightly, and he walked between the white shirt and the black shirt with some fear. If he really drifted, they would rescue him in time.

When they got to the front of the house, the good mood was completely ruined - the long-haired girl hadn't left yet, she was silently looking at them in the corner, with silent begging in her eyes.

It's also fortunate that she hasn't been eaten by zombies yet, Ai Shou will continue to stay here!Giorgio stepped between her and the little food, blocking her sight, entered the door with the little food in his arms, and then closed it mercilessly.

Do you think you can use this place as a refuge because you reminded me at the last minute?The house is for small food!Food, also small food!

Little Food ran around, cleaning up the house, but his eyes were always looking at the door. Giorgio was very worried, wishing to fix his head at a certain angle. At night, when candles were lit in the house, Little Food couldn’t sit still Now, staring at the door eagerly, wishing to jump out at the slightest sign of trouble.

What is there to care about?Just a rice bug that only becomes a liability.Giorgio couldn't figure it out.

There are not many zombies around here due to the daily itinerary of Xiaoshi Food, but there are always a few of them. Occasionally, they will wander here. When it is dark and the road cannot be seen, the zombies will always stumble.When the familiar crashing sound sounded all the way outside, Giorgio watched the little food slowly straighten his back, his eyes widened, and both ears pricked up.

There was a slight and hasty knock on the door outside, and a woman's anxious "help" sound was faintly heard, and the little food rushed out with a "swish", before he could stop him, he opened the door, and the long man with reddened eyes was terrified. The hair girl let it in.

She wept with joy as the door closed behind her.

Giorgio fell viciously on the sofa, well, you win.

Everyone knows that once she comes in, she won't leave easily.

The author has something to say: Thank you for accepting~

Eighth day

The author has something to say: There are too many words this day, so I split it up and down, and the next chapter will be posted tomorrow.I am eager to sign a contract, but I have no confidence after being married for three months. So, I'm passing by, asking for comments, I hope more people will see it.

Although Giorgio was very upset when he saw the long-haired girl, he had to admit that the breakfast made by the long-haired girl was indeed very attractive. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva just looking at the small food. .

The woman saw that he was fascinated, and although she wanted to give him a share, she couldn't satisfy his preferences after all, and she knew that Giorgio was very hostile to her, so she only washed and washed in the kitchen, and did not go to the crowd. It's an eyesore.

Xiaocai is a smart person. Seeing Giorgio's longing, he wiped his mouth, tentatively tore off the side of a small piece of fried golden egg, and waved it in front of Giorgio's eyes.

Giorgio smacked his lips, feeling itchy, and opened his mouth accordingly, but the delicious egg fell into his mouth, but it tasted like Saturn. He chewed it and swallowed it eagerly, his stomach I felt sick for a while, and almost came out.

It seems that after all, human corpses are different, and human beings are his food.

Little food shook his head regretfully, enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast, and still had to take the zombies to the hospital. Giorgio had some doubts. Others were struggling in the last days, either you or me, they were like this Is it really good to have food and drink, and the peaceful coexistence of zombies and humans?

The long-haired girl didn't know where they were going, and Little Food didn't seem to intend to let her know, so she left her at home alone. Giorgio was very worried, if she stole Little Food while everyone was away The stored food ran away, where did they go to find someone.

He slumped on the sofa and refused to leave. It was useless to let Xiaocai drag him. Xiaocai was panting and sweating profusely. Giorgio spread his arms across the sofa like a rascal, and made up his mind. Even if you don't go to the hospital today, you can't leave this woman alone at home.

All of a sudden, the white shirt came over and grabbed his arm without saying a word, with great strength, it almost flew him out, almost dragging him out of the door, followed by the little food and the black shirt, the long-haired girl Standing by the door in panic, seeing Giorgio grinning and dancing at her under the restraint of his white shirt, he slammed the door shut.

Giorgio was furious, and it was really disrespectful to the zombies to treat him like this in front of a newcomer!

"Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh!"

The white shirt turned his head slightly to look at him, let go of him and walked straight forward, Giorgio was so angry that he almost tore his clothes apart, so he just left?

He strode to chase, but suddenly heard gunshots in the distance.

Shooting in a city full of zombies will only attract a large army of zombies. Could it be that the shooter is crazy?Isn't this courting death?Everyone stopped and carefully identified the source of the voice. Only the white shirt's face was terribly gloomy, which made it look more like a zombie.

"Time is running out."

Giorgio heard him say this.

Little Food obviously heard what he said, and trotted away, urging the three zombies forward like shepherds. Giorgio saw that things didn't seem to be going well, so he didn't care about what happened before, and followed them obediently, but he Now it is absolutely certain that Bai Shirt is definitely a thinking zombie like him, and he can talk.

However, this is even more annoying. Since he can talk, why don't he talk to him?

Giorgio kept walking on his legs, and his mouth never stopped. He circled around the white shirt and kept errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. .

Today's pool was filled with crimson liquid again, and the white shirt did not go down alone. The three zombies faced each other. Giorgio's eyes never left him since the white shirt began to undress.