The boy's blue eyes looked straight at Fuchen, sincerely responding to his ambition, "If you haven't been in that position, how do you know who is more ambitious?"
Fuchen wondered, "What does it have to do with me?"
The ability of zombies has always been in fighting and fighting.
Just like the big zombie, when he enters a new place, the first thing he does is kill all the zombies that threaten his position.
"You are the key to his becoming king. He won the game with your help." The boy said with certainty.
Fuchen was stunned.
"The first time I met you, you saved him."
"I saw you many times after that, and you were always behind the scenes. That fool didn't even know what wisdom was."
"Today, it was because of your help that he won."
The boy spoke with righteous indignation. His remarks were comparable to a demagogic scene.
Fuchen did not follow his words and asked instead, "What can you give me? He listens to me and is willing to protect me with his life? Do you think you can do it?"
Fuchen pointed at his heart and emphasized, "You are just a zombie. I helped you, but you turned around and ate me. Why should I help you?"
The boy's heart was not beating and there was no blood in his body.
His brain has crystal nuclei to help him function. As his crystal nuclei grow larger and larger as he evolves, he becomes smarter and smarter.
But that doesn't mean he can do anything beyond instinct.
Fuchen admitted that he couldn't do it.
Returning to the scene where Zhang Wei captured her, if she were in the position of the big zombie, she would not break her arm and expose her crystal core to the threat.
She will abandon the zombie king and run away.
Dad, in her opinion, is more like a title.
Fuchen suddenly remembered the cleverness of the Zombie King and said in a daze, "He knows what dad is."
Shaking his head, he didn't know.
Turning to look at the boy, "Do you know?"
The boy was very sure, "I know, a kind of name. It is one of the names that human cubs use for their elders. This sound is more likely to attract the elders to take care of them. Just like the flowers of plants, they are beautiful and attract insects to come and suck them.
So as to achieve the purpose of satisfying oneself."
Fuchen looked at the boy, "Although what you said makes sense, you are wrong."
Not like this.
Big Zombie’s “father” is not like this.
Fuchen didn't know what he looked like, but he only felt it was deeper, like the deep ice hidden in the ocean. She couldn't see clearly, but she knew he was there.
Fuchen's eyes flickered, and the change in attitude made the boy realize that he needed to change his thinking.
"I can learn. What he did, I can do too." The boy promised.
Fuchen became interested, looked at the boy and said, "Oh~"
"Squat down!" Fuchen ordered sharply.
The boy was stunned, and after realizing that this was what he had promised to do, he jumped down and slowly squatted down.
Fuchen jumped on the boy's neck, patted his head and pointed into the mall, "Let's go!"
The bossy attitude made the boy feel that his status was not right.
But this is what he said himself.
He didn't understand why the zombie king would do this.
But almost all the interactions he saw between the Zombie King and Fuchen were like this, and he couldn't refute it.
The boy could only adapt to this kind of relationship with difficulty: the thigh hanging down from his mouth - he couldn't eat it!
Your own head is exposed to the opponent's teeth - you can't kill him!
This too close distance also makes the zombie uncomfortable. He also needs to press his legs to prevent Fuchen from falling down.
The most disgusting thing is that if you don’t follow the instructions, you will be bitten on the head!
"Roar!" The boy subconsciously reached out and grabbed the other person's head, his sharp claws piercing his brain.
"vomit——" Fuchen vomited out the accumulated food in his stomach.
Today she overeated and there was a pile of undigested milk in her stomach.
"Ouch, ouch!"
The boy shook away the dust and jumped to wipe his head, running around in a hurry.
Fuchen turned over and landed on her own, but still bumped into a row of clothes. She sat on the clothes and replied calmly, "You can't do it."
The boy roared angrily, "Will Dad expose the crystal core to your mouth?"
Every time I bite it, I worry that the crystal core in my brain will be bitten out.
The zombie boy couldn't understand this feeling of handing over his life to another person.
Fuchen remembered the big zombie's rejection and responded to the boy, "You're right, I don't have a father."
Why do we need a father?
Why would she call a person or a zombie daddy?
Fuchen stood up and asked for peace, "Let's cooperate. Although I don't like the Zombie King, I won't fight him with you. You have to find a way on your own."
The zombie boy tidied up, stared at the dust, and reviewed the necessity of cooperation again. Finally, "Okay."
Fuchen stepped forward by himself and went to the second floor.
The boy stepped forward, grabbed the dust and put it on his neck.
Fuchen was a little surprised and confused.
"As long as you don't bite your head, I can accept it."
"Can I bite somewhere else?" Fuchen maliciously speculated.
The boy hesitated for a moment, "I'm not sure..."
Fuchen took the boy to pick out clothes.
She likes to find all kinds of clothes, and has already known how to go to Baby Marriage to find babies for herself.
"Here, take a look at this." He arranged it for the boy.
The boy still had the old clothes from when he was alive. He looked at his denim jacket with big holes and small holes, and then at the dusty and intact clothes. He took the clothes and tried to pick them up.
This is a onesie. A black onesie in a large size for toddlers.
Perfectly wraps boy's neck to feet.
"It fits." The boy praised. He knew that he needed to have a good relationship with his partner.
Fuchen was noncommittal and picked out a white suit for himself.
A onesie that leaks a lot of baby's butt.
There are very few onesies in plus sizes that don’t leak butts. There is only one for boys.
Zombies have no need to defecate and do not need this thing.
Fuchen went to pick out various small skirts and put them on, and his temperament instantly changed.
The boy discovered this kind of fun for the first time and started to pick up his clothes to play with it.
The two of them did not move away from the pile of clothes.
Suddenly, there was a familiar smell.
The boy froze and immediately looked at Fuchen.
Fuchen pretended not to notice and continued picking out clothes.
"Floating dust." The big zombie stood at the end of the hanger, holding three crystal nuclei in his hand.
The boy's eyes were immediately glued to the crystal core.
Two are earthy yellow and one is light blue.
Thunder zombies! The boy's heart was moved.
"Get out!" Fuchen shouted.
The big zombie held the crystal core and did not move. His white eyes were facing the floating dust.
Fuchen roared at the big zombie and returned the boy's words to the big zombie, "We are not father and daughter at all! You are not my father! Where does the father-daughter relationship come from in the zombies?"
The big zombie didn't move, its white eyes still facing Fuchen.
But the boy couldn't help but feel excited. Crystal core! Crystal core!
Fuchen turned around and left, going somewhere else.
The boy looked at the big zombie, turned around and followed him, and said anxiously, "Why don't you take it? That's the crystal core?"
Fuchen responded coldly, "Even if I take it, you won't be able to get one. Why should you share something that I obtained by myself? With your cooperation, I won't be able to get a single crystal core in this kind of thing!"
