[End Times] Pretend to be on the left, face slap on the right

Lan Kang recently made a surprising discovery.

The zombie egg that Zhao Ziyao placed in his portable space was vaguely about to hatch.

However, just last night, in the middle of the night, a baby zombie appeared in his portable space with a slightly stiff expression, and then clamored for food.

It's too late, what do zombies eat with big farts!

He closed his eyelids and decided to ignore it, but he didn't expect this guy to have the ability to break through the portable space. As a result, a couple in this team was murdered.

#On FFF group's anger x#

"Hey, is this my father?"

Curious eyes circled around Zhao Ziyao's body, and finally turned into a trace of joy.

"A very satisfactory candidate."

"......"

He was not afraid of what this fellow would do to Zhao Ziyao, but one thing he knew right now was that this baby zombie might be one of the helping forces to bring down the empire's base.

The premise is that Zhao Ziyao must also become his support.

After a short rest, the 20th Squadron of the Imperial Army began its journey back to the base.

Zombies came and went along the way, their greedy eyes closely followed the passing vehicles, sniffing the fragrance spreading in the air, I was satisfied.

Naturally, they didn't have the guts to challenge the people in the car, but the aroma of this blood is always good to smell.

With unimpeded conditions, after a few days and nights, a group of people finally arrived at the imperial base.

High walls block the connection with the outside world.

After passing the city gate, the destination is a small town.

The people here use high technology.

Just swipe in the air, and the blue screen flashes instantly.

"Hey, look, that's a vehicle of the Imperial Army."

"Ah, so handsome."

"Hmph, what's the big deal."

"Hey, how do you talk, kid?"

"I will become the leader of the base in the future. I don't pay attention to this imperial army."

The boy was full of disdain, and he had learned special pocket-inserting skills at a very young age. Among the crowd, an old man had meaningful eyes, counted with his fingers like a magic stick, and his bones were clear and strange.

"Actually, the zombie eggs you deposited with me hatched."

Lan Kang worriedly handed over the baby zombie in his arms to Zhao Ziyao, not wanting his mind to turn around for a while, staring at the baby in his arms in a daze.

Zombies hatch...babies.....

Wait, isn't this appearance a little abnormal, you're just a baby, woc!

"dad."

Master Wu Zitong called out softly, stabbing Zhao Ziyao's heart, and involuntarily stroked the cheek with baby fat, and then...he was bitten hard.

The palm of his hand was bloody and bloody, and the gloomy white bones could be seen vaguely. Seeing this, Lan Kang was in a bad mood, and quickly snatched the baby zombie, forced it into the portable space, and then took out the wound medicine to bandage it.

"Hey, Lan Kang, give him a name."

Hearing this, the unbelievable black eyes raised, Zhao Ziyao looked back lightly, and said with a smile.

"Otherwise what else can we do?"

Heh, under such circumstances, don't most people have feelings of disgust towards the perpetrator?

"Okay, how about calling Qiming?"

"Pray for Ming?"

"Is there any moral?"