Fuchen held the milk bottle and kept "nurturing" the Zombie King. The milky white liquid dripped into the blue-black water and swam away the dye. The milky white liquid turned into light white.
The pale white color was washed away by the blue-black water and sank into the water, indifferent and without a trace.
The zombie king buried his body in the water, avoiding the milk, and stared at the floating dust with a pair of dead fish-white eyes, like a hunting shark.
He doesn't like the milk in the bottle.
Fu Chen just wanted to let go, looking at the zombie king smiling "hehe" without fear at all.
The Zombie King's body sank a little, and his whole body became arched. He stared with white eyes, and suddenly jumped out of the water, "Roar!"
The huge figure and open teeth look like a shark leaping to bite.
Fuchen was already prepared, turned over to hide, turned around and ran away.
I just learned to walk, took two staggering steps, and immediately ran.
The zombie king didn't pounce on anyone, so he ducked to catch them.
Fuchen jumped up, stepped on the Zombie King's shoulder, turned around, hugged the Zombie King's neck and twisted it 90 degrees.
The face and back of the Zombie King are on the same side. It looks like a dead person, with the white eyes open. There is a pause, and it is difficult to distinguish the strength.
However, the next moment, the Zombie King opened his mouth wide, revealing his biting teeth, and bit Fuchen again.
Break your neck and it won't be affected at all.
Fuchen was so frightened that he pushed his head, but instead of pushing his head away, his body was pushed away.
The zombie king grabbed her leg and opened his mouth to bite her.
Fuchen stared at his legs and suddenly retched, "vomit——"
The milk in her belly was mixed with blood and spread on her thighs.
The Zombie King froze for a moment, took back his left hand, opened his mouth "Ah——" and bit his right leg.
"vomit--"
"Da da da."
Zombie King: "..."
Food is contaminated.
The zombie king took back his hand and stared at the head. There was a mouth that spit out milk in the head. There was milk in the abdomen.
His eyes moved to his hands.
Fuchen put his hand to his mouth and licked it back and forth.
Food becomes uncomfortable for zombies.
The zombie king silently looked away, returned his head to the normal position, lowered his hands, and his body became slow again, moving away step by step, taking the steps of a dead man.
Fuchen stared at the Zombie King and burst into laughter, "Hahahaha!"
She didn't care how dirty her legs were, just transferred them to the Zombie King's shoulders.
The Zombie King was pressed down by the impact, and quickly raised his head. Sensing the presence of discomfort, he moved his head to the left, which was uncomfortable; to the right, which was uncomfortable.
He lifted Fuchen's feet with both hands and pushed them back. His pace of advancement did not change, it was still as slow as before.
Fuchen grabbed his clothes, turned over and fell to the ground.
With a "tearing" sound, a hole was ripped out of the clothes.
Fuchen wiped his legs with the torn belt and jumped onto the shoulders of the moving zombie king.
The Zombie King just pressed his head and kept moving forward.
The previous fight was like a game.
On the empty city streets, the wind blew newspapers from nowhere.
The figure of the big zombie carrying the little zombie became smaller and smaller little by little.
The sun is still trying to move towards the west.
The big zombie moved silently. When he smelled the human scent, he looked at the still tall and tall office building. It reflected the sunlight in the sun, and the whole thing looked like a standing ocean.
There is a lot of human smell inside.
The big zombie moves its legs.
Fuchen grabbed the zombie's head and turned to the commercial street nearby. There was a coffee shop at the intersection.
The Zombie King raised his feet, but his pace was still like an office building.
Fuchen turned his head, but his sight was still on the coffee house.
Feet: office building.
Head: coffee house.
The body walks towards the office building.
The head is still a coffee house.
Seeing that the big zombie was about to enter the office building, Fuchen was so angry that he jumped down, got on all fours, and crawled towards the coffee shop.
The zombie king's body stepped into the office building, his head turning, still facing the coffee shop.
The dust crawled into the coffee shop.
It was empty inside, and the door had long been smashed.
Tables and chairs fell to the ground, and the ground was a mess.
She stood up and looked around, looking for familiar shadows. She looked at the big cover on the front desk, Cappuccino - Milk Tea - Milk!
The floating dust automatically locks onto the milk and searches for the smell.
She walked to the front desk, lay down on the front desk, sniffed carefully, and stared at the large bottle of cold brew milk.
He grabbed the big milk box, raised his head and said "ton ton ton" and smashed it in his mouth. It didn't taste good.
Fuchen threw away the milk and continued his inspection.
His eyes were fixed on the coffee machine.
She carefully looked at the patterns around her, unsure of the operation, and slowly reached out her hand and pressed the button.
The beverage machine dispensed brewed coffee.
"oh?"
Fuchen tilted his neck back and stared curiously at the black water flow.
After a moment, he tilted his neck and stretched his head over.
"Ah, slightly." Fuchen stuck out his tongue and jumped on his feet.
My tongue couldn't be released. When I saw the milk bottle on the ground, I picked it up "tons and tons" and mixed the smell.
After being liberated, Fuchen readjusted his posture and continued to look at the coffee house.
She wants to drink milk.
It's best to do it yourself.
She looked at the pattern on it, found a photo of milk tea, stared at the scale diagram next to it, looked at it for half a minute, and looked at the beverage machine on the side.
Press the button.
The tea flowed out.
Fuchen stared at the water flow, not wanting to have a bad experience again. He looked at the milk box in his hand and aimed at the opening to catch it.
Take a little and drink again. Smash it in your mouth. The taste is weird, but it seems to be okay.
I took a little more and tried it.
Yes it's okay.
The milk is gone.
Fuchen stared at the drink machine again. After pressing all the buttons, there was still no milk.
She rummaged through the cabinet and found milk powder in the cabinet.
Smells like.
Fuchen smashed open the tin can with his hands and scooped a handful of milk powder into his mouth.
It tastes very similar.
But I don’t have that feeling of clarity of mind, let alone the feeling of strength all over my body.
At this time, Fuchen realized that the milk in that human's hand was unique.
Even if she learns how to make milk, she still doesn't have the ability.
Maybe, this is her superpower.
"Ho ho ho."
There are zombies outside.
Such is the existence of the Zombie King. Zombies gather inadvertently, without paying any attention to the floating dust.
"Roar!" The Zombie King's roar appeared at the door.
He was covered in blood, and he had obviously just finished eating.
In his hand, he was holding a living person, which was prepared for Fuchen.
Fuchen raised his head, his pupils covered in white light turned as he looked at the coffee machine.
"Ho ho ho ho!" Fuchen pointed at the coffee machine.
The zombie king was confused, threw the living person into the dust, and walked towards the coffee machine.
The dust jumped up, bit the man's neck, and sucked the blood.
Without milk, blood is the source of her evolution.
The zombie king shakes the coffee machine.
The coffee machine is unresponsive.
"Bang bang bang!" The coffee machine was smashed open and coffee flowed out from the holes in all directions.
The zombie king licked the coffee, "Roar!"
tasty!
The zombie king picked up the coffee machine and opened his mouth to fill it with coffee.
Enjoyed it very much.
Fuchen is confused, why does the other person like something he hates?
She watched the zombie king lick the coffee machine and even bite off the coffee machine piece by piece.
Finally, when he went crazy, he went to bite the zombies outside.
The zombies turned around and fled in fear.
Fuchen hugged the person and ate it, wondering why.
