Doomsday tyrant's rolling pet

Fortunately, at this moment, Hou Hei ran back with the little girl.

Only then did Mingming level his toes that were digging the ground, and let out a sigh of relief.

Several people walked into the cinema together.

It has not been cleaned for a long time, and there is no light, and there is a damp and musty smell everywhere.

Yuan Gun's lumpy body ran in front, his black ears and limbs were almost the same color as the dark area, leaving only his fat white butt shining brightly.

Mingming, who was following behind it, raised his hand and bit his fingernail, desperately resisting the urge to pounce on it and give it a ruthless blow.

He warned himself: This is the boss's pet, no one can move it, and his hand will be broken if he moves it (refer to the scene of Nan Bowan's death).

The hairy butt bumped up to the sales counter in the theater hall, slapped and slapped around, grabbed the shelf and stood up, looked around with his small head, and finally picked out a pack of expired cotton cakes that were almost decorated with mold into black bread.

It is estimated that it was not plundered by other survivors because it expired, and it has been preserved until now.

Yuan Gun raised his claws to pat off the dust, but was blocked.

"I come."

Ruan Yan first wiped its claws and soles with a wet tissue paper, and then went to wipe the packaging of the cotton cake. A miraculous thing happened. With his movements, the cake inside slowly returned to its original fluffy golden color. yellow.

Yazi looks very delicious.

Yuan Gun swallowed with a thud.

Ruan Yan processed the rest of the cake in the same way.

When it was time to pack the bags, Mingming rushed forward enthusiastically: "I'll come, I'll come!"

While loading it, he secretly hid a cake and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

The method is very fast, without anyone noticing.

In fact, no one paid him any attention.

When Ming Ming got up, Ruan Yan and the others were already gone.

The movie theater was very dark, and there seemed to be a few swaying heads approaching here.

Mingming was timid, dragging the cake bag and ran all the way outside the theater.

"Wait for me!"

Mingming swung the bag over his shoulder, took out the hidden cake from his trouser pocket, bit open the vacuum bag, and chased them while eating.

Go back to the building.

Nan Bowan is instructing the soldiers to set up pots to boil water.

The [-] who were left as hostages were tied together back to back, and they had already begun to confess their last words to each other.

Seeing Ruan Yan and others appearing in the hall, Nan Bowan raised his hand to signal the soldiers to stop.

"I found it, a bag of cotton cakes." Mingming reported inarticulately with food in his mouth: "I tried the poison for you in advance, it's delicious!" He raised his thumb, his face full of joy.

Nan Bowan reached out to take it, took one out from inside, tore open the packaging bag, looked at the size of the cake, and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth.

After chewing roughly, he frowned: "Does it taste weird?"

Mingming bent his thumb and praised like a repeater: "Delicious! Delicious! Delicious!"

Nan Bo Wan swallowed it whole, and waved his hand in distaste, indicating that the soldiers can eat it.

Yuan Gun ran forward and cut the hemp rope on [-]'s body with one claw.

Nan Bowan glanced at it, but didn't stop it.

Although the man is conceited, he keeps his word.Compared with the other two psychopaths, his behavior is a little more open and aboveboard.Of course, this was before he fell in love with Ruan Yan.

Yuan Gun tentatively called him the incubation period for rabies.

Compared with other brothers, the bald soldier eats more delicately. No matter what he eats, he must follow three steps-twist, lick, and then soak.

Now the conditions are not as good as before, the bald soldier can only take a small cake and brush it in the iron pan.

This water has been collected from Nanbowan's foot bath water for a month.

Water resources are scarce in the last days, but Nan Bowan couldn't bear not washing his feet for a day.

Forced by his lust, the soldiers could only pour out their share of drinking water to soak the men's feet, and then drink it with their noses pinched.

One can imagine how sour the taste is.

The problem now is that black spots appeared on the cake after soaking in the footwashing water, and the bald soldier showed the cake to Mingming in puzzlement: "What is this?"

"Black rice noodles." Mingming gave a thumbs up: "It's delicious, it tastes great!"

The bald soldier believed it, ahhh he bit it into his mouth, he laughed while chewing: "Delicious!"

This night is destined to be restless.

Nan Bowan and the soldiers lived directly in the toilet of the building.

Almost after pulling a wave, just half a step out of the compartment with the front foot, the back foot turned and rushed back.

They even got into a fight over grabbing a pit spot.

There was a lot of movement in the toilet.

Yuan Gun's pricked black ears trembled, and he rolled around laughing while hugging his own feet.

Ruan Yan was addicted to cigarettes again, so she got up, lit a cigarette and walked outside the hall to smoke.

Yuan Gun let go of his feet, lay on the ground and tilted his head in doubt.

It's amazing that the male lead, who never leaves his cigarette all the year round, doesn't have any smell of cigarettes on his body.

The breath is also very fresh and fruity.

Yuan Gun guessed that it might have a lot to do with his ability.

Immunity=purification, and healing are abilities of the same line, plus his space, rounded up, it is a three-line ability.

Three series? ! ! !

He remembered that among the three major neuropathies, the second one was only awakened after the first one reached its peak.

And they are currently at Tier [-], and they are still far from the peak.

In such a comparison, Ruan Yan's strength seems to exceed the original book setting too much.

He and the three big hentai attackers are no longer in the same order of magnitude.

But it's not a big problem, it's over when it's cool.

Yuan Gun didn't want to use up so many brain cells to get entangled in the reason.

It wants to be a happy little bear who can only eat without thinking. o(*￣▽￣*)ゞ

Beside him, Hou Hei was scolding the little girl: "Don't use your brain, can't you live longer? Why do you embarrass yourself every day!"

The little girl lowered her head, unable to stop crying.

Hou Hei was still scolding: "Don't cry, it's so ugly."

The little girl wiped her tears and said weakly: "It seems a little prettier than you."

Hou Hei:? ? ?fuck you.

"My old lady slaps your mouth!"

The little girl blinked her big Kazilan eyes, obediently waiting for the slap.

Hou Hei raised his hand in the air awkwardly, "Cry quickly!"

The little girl sniffed: "Didn't you say that I don't have the temperament to cry?"

Hou Hei shook his hand forward, then stopped, then gritted his teeth and slapped himself hard: "Then I will cry!"

"Okay." The little girl nodded.

Hou Hei brewed on the spot for a while, his face was flushed, and he couldn't squeeze a single tear.

She doesn't seem to be born with such a thing as tear ducts.

It's a little embarrassing.

The little girl suddenly took out a photo and showed it to her.

Hou Hei immediately came and a shrew sat on the ground and beat her legs and howled: "Take the photo away! Take it away!!!"

The little girl squatted down and held the photo up to her eyes.

Yuan Gun ran over curiously to watch, and at the same time, [-] and Ming Ming came to watch the play.

In the photo is a girl with a ball head, fair skin, and a pretty face.

He looks very similar to Hou Hei.

Straight men began to express their views.

"Hou Hei, your daughter is really pretty."

"This is my younger sister, Hou Hei doesn't look that old."

Hou Hei, who was about to explode, calmed down a little when he heard this sentence, "Then how old do you think I am?"

No. 38 scratched his neck, thinking that he was 33, but he knew that women, especially middle-aged women, take age very seriously and are very sensitive. In order not to irritate Hou Hei, he purposely reported that he was five years younger. : "[-] years old?"

Hou Hei's expression froze instantly.

After finally regaining consciousness, he took off the shoes on his feet and threw them over: "Fuck off! My mother is only 23 this year!!"

Mingming on the side asked death question unwillingly: "Your sister is only five years younger than you?"

Hou Hei's eyes turned slowly. She has dark skin and the whites of her eyes are particularly bright, especially when she looks straight at people, she has a sense of horror.

Mingming shrunk his neck, turned around and fled for his life.

"That's my mother herself!!" Hou Hei took off his other shoe, propped himself up on the ground, and chased after Mingming with a violent twitch.

Mingming couldn't bear the fight, and ran back with Hou Hei, using [-] as a meat shield.

As a result, just as Hou Hei wanted, he smoked everything without missing a single one.

While the chickens were flying and the dogs were jumping, the little girl stroked the photo and explained: "Actually, it's all because the sun in the last days is too poisonous, which made sister Hou mutated."

Snapped!

A shoe sole was mercilessly drawn to the little girl's mouth.

The little girl clutched her swollen sausage mouth and cried very pitifully.

Yuan Gun covered his black ears, his head hurt from the noise.

It ran to the apple box, pushed the box with its hairy head, and came in front of the melee crowd.

One person delivered a big, round red apple.

Everyone couldn't refuse the black claw handed by the cute thing, and they were even more afraid of accidentally hurting it.

So he took it, sat in a circle and gnawed the apple with a heavy burden.

Only the little girl took out a small portable juicer from her messenger bag and squeezed a glass of juice for the cub on the spot.

There's even a straw attached thoughtfully.

Yuan Gun happily held the juice glass with his claws, just as he was about to open his mouth to bite it.

A hand suddenly reached out, picked up the nape of its neck and led it away from the crowd.

"Hmm!" Yuan Gun cried out in panic, huddling his feet into a ball, and hugged his juice glass tightly.

When [-] saw it, his expression changed, and he quickly followed.

The author has something to say:

Hahahahaha Yanyan is going to go crazy!

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