Rourou stared closely, with longing in her eyes - he hoped that the current zombie king would be different. He would lean towards her and listen to her words.
She already knows the zombie king's obedient power, absolute power.
Fuchen turned over and jumped downstairs.
The Zombie King dodged, and before Rourou could react, he grabbed her arm and tore it off.
"Ah——" Rourou screamed.
The blood stained the area red.
The new zombies in the room are ready to move.
Rourou was in great pain and held the child with one hand.
Taking advantage of the gap where the Zombie King stopped moving, he stood stiffly in place, preparing to escape.
Rourou cried in pain, and her tears fell to the ground. She slid the fingers of her right hand, opened the space, and got into the gap in the space. Then she secretly glanced at the Zombie King: He is still the expressionless Zombie King, a zombie who only obeys the floating dust.
king.
Fuchen looked at everything calmly, and suddenly felt a little regretful that he didn't talk about his right hand.
The soft space is hidden on her right index finger.
"She will appear here." Fuchen said coquettishly, standing on the bed and pointing at the place where Rourou left and scolded.
Looking down at the bed, the light blue quilt is spread on the white mattress, which is very soft.
The shoes stepped on the bed, leaving black marks.
There was also a pool of bright red blood.
Fuchen frowned in disgust and pointed at the bed, "It smells like her, I don't want to live here."
The big zombie's light gray pupils stared at Fuchen, his unwavering eyes fixed on her face. He was still holding the soft severed hand in his hand.
Half paid, the big zombie stared at the drawing book in his hand.
The princess bed above is pink.
Look at the bed again, blue and white.
Look up at the floating dust again.
Fuchen said "hum", jumped out of bed and walked towards the door. She wanted to go back to the table to sleep.
Just like primitive humans living in caves.
The big zombie suddenly raised his hand and tore the quilt and bed apart.
Fuchen turned his head and stared blankly.
Until now, Fuchen still doesn't understand what the big zombie is thinking.
She already felt that the big zombie had changed a lot.
So far, it is not known whether this change is good or bad.
The cotton wool of the quilt and bed were flying in the air.
Rourou was not around, and the zombies were grabbing the blood-stained quilt and clawing and biting it wildly.
The room was full of flying catkins.
The mattress was also stained with blood and vandalized.
The crib was also overturned to the ground by the zombies.
Fuchen's eyes were confused and he stayed in place.
The big zombie looked around, grabbed the cabinets and searched for them. He searched cabinets one by one.
There are already women's clothes in the cabinet.
Zombies are not in the habit of cleaning up.
The clothes of Fuchen and Big Zombie are changed when they go to the mall to get clothes. Their wardrobes are the clothes in the mall.
The big zombie looked up at the cabinets on the wardrobe.
He moved the two bedside tables by the window, stepped on them, opened them, and pulled out the contents one after another. There were new things messy on the bed.
Pure cotton bedding.
Blue and white striped three-piece set. Blue and white pillowcase.
The big zombie is holding a drawing book for comparison.
Look at the blue and white pillowcase, look at the pink on the picture book.
Fuchen couldn't help but move closer to take a look. When he saw the things in the drawing book, he looked at the big zombie curiously.
The big zombie squatted down, picked up Fuchen and walked towards the study.
The posture was very strange. It was a princess hug, but Fuchen was just a little baby, and the joints of his hands and feet were not far apart. The two hands of the big zombie stretched out almost straight, spreading Fuchen on his arms.
Like meat skewers on a barbecue grill.
ill.
Fuchen opened his mouth and bit the big zombie's face, then climbed up to its neck neatly.
Sitting on the desk in the study again, the big zombie took out his textbook.
The zombies followed behind. Some people had a lot of blood in their mouths, and they were gnawing on fleshy bones in their hands.
Fuchen sat on the table and looked at the "The Adventures of Elvis Presley" in the big zombie's hand. This book no longer has pinyin.
Fuchen lay on the table and started to read.
Zombies gathered around.
The big zombie pointed at the words and read, "The kitten held the meat bones in its mouth and walked back to the den happily. I met the big yellow cat on the road..."
He read word by word, and when he encountered a rare word, the zombie behind him would point to the word and read.
Fuchen stared at the zombies strangely. He was very surprised by the combination of big zombies and zombies.
The big zombie pulled Fu Chen, put him in his arms and sat down, flipping through the pages. Fu Chen was forced to read and study along with him.
Late night has already fallen.
There are still sounds in the study.
In the darkness, everyone stared at the almost invisible words and read loudly.
Fu Fu fell asleep on the table while listening to the sound of reading.
Before I even opened my eyes in the morning, my nose smelled something I liked first, and the next moment, a sweet taste filled my mouth.
With her eyes still closed, she drank the milk first.
Fuchen held it in his hands and drank most of the bottle of milk before opening his sleepy eyes.
"Dad." Fuchen was confused.
This kind of treatment has never happened before.
Fuchen looked into the big zombie's eyes and found that the posture at this time was very comfortable.
Sit on the cushion by yourself - temporarily use the quilt as a cushion.
The big zombie is alone, holding his head, tilting his body at about 45°, and being fed milk.
The milk is very familiar, it is the milk powder specially supplied by Rourou.
Turning his head, Fuchen saw that the book on the table had become a very thick book.
Just opened, it is about the psychology and development of children aged 0-3 months.
Turn out the title of the book: "Child Psychology".
When he wanted to drink it all in one breath, he was stopped by the big zombie, "In two hours."
Don't care about the dust.
But when the big zombie carried himself to the bedroom to sleep seriously, Fuchen felt something was wrong.
I just woke up, why do I still sleep?
The quilt in the bedroom is pink and very warm.
Fuchen frowned, Rourou had appeared and made a direct deal with the big zombie.
What deal does the big zombie have with her?
Fuchen jumped off the table, picked up a milk bottle and ran away. "I'm going out to play!"
The big zombie stared at Fuchen and ran out of the house, still confused in his eyes.
He returned to his seat and continued to read the entire "Child Psychology" with the help of a group of zombies, focusing on children between the ages of 6 and 8.
After reading the book in the box, the big zombie went to the base on the other side of the river to look at the computer.
The computer cannot connect to the Internet, but there are many "movement teacher guidance" videos.
The zombies watched with expressionless faces.
Finally know how humans reproduce.
The Zombie King continued to read paper materials and research papers, but he did not understand many theories.
The zombie king had no choice but to go to the library to look for science materials.
The library is a sea of books.
The zombie king was at a loss and was about to bite them all when he was pulled back by Rourou. She demanded, "I can help you, but you must continue to provide protection. Let me live opposite your house."
After returning to the space and regaining her composure, Rourou thought for a long time and decided to adjust her mentality and re-intervene in the lives of the big zombie and Fuchen.
His room is not allowed, but the room opposite is OK.
In any case, Xiaobao's future needs the help of these two experimental subjects.
Her hand was treated with spiritual water, she did not die from blood loss, and the fracture was restored.
The amputated limb used water powers to transform into an arm as a prosthetic limb. She should teach herself a lesson.
The big zombie didn't respond.
Rourou still acquiesced that he agreed. She took out the books and papers from the space and put them back on the bookshelf.
"This is your bookshelf. From elementary school to college. I think you need this!"
