Lady, she's a bug

Chapter 108 The Days of Being a Big Boss in the End Times (6)

Zhao Qing and Zhu Changxiu's eyes were dark and bloodshot after picking up the beans overnight.

The most exaggerated thing is that the hand holding the chopsticks is still shaking, and it seems that the chopsticks can't be held anymore.

Seeing the appearance of the two of them, Bai Tu couldn't hold back, and asked them: "How did you two survive till now?"

Zhao Qing looked frightened.

Bai Tu slowed down and said helplessly, "Go to sleep, stay here for another day."

Zhao Qing originally wanted to hold on for a while, fearing that he would be disgusted.

However, he couldn't hold it anymore, and followed Zhu Changxiu to a certain room in a daze.

Bai Tu found a fruit knife in the kitchen, took the iron bar that supported his body before, and went out.

When she left, she deliberately dragged a brain-destroyed zombie to the stairs. Even if someone came up and saw the mess, they would not want to stay. Either go down or go up, this floor is safe .

There are still zombies wandering outside, some have broken hands and rotted cheeks, it's disgusting to look at.

However, they are extremely capable of surviving, and even so, they can still walk and attack people.

At present, they are not short of food for the time being. It's just that the more food, the better. If they can collect more, they can collect as much as possible.

After searching for a long time, she also found a bottle of water.

Putting the water in his pocket casually, on the way back, something happened to Bai Tuo.

Seven or eight strong men gathered together, pushing and shoving someone.

There was an old man standing next to him, probably because he couldn't bear to see this scene, his face was worried, his mouth was still moving, and he didn't know what to say.

Bai Tuo passed by without squinting, looking like he didn't want to mind his own business.

A hand reached out and grabbed her foot.

The fingers are long and thin, the joints are very thin, there are abrasions on the back of the hand, and the white skin is broken, it looks a bit miserable.

One of the strong men with the blue dragon tattoo on his arm noticed her, spat and said, "Don't meddle in your own business."

Bai Tu raised his hands and said sensiblely, "I don't think so."

It was obvious that he wanted to stay out of the matter. The old man who was talking just now saw that it was a girl and didn't want to hurt her. He was a little disappointed in his eyes, and begged bitterly: "Please do me a favor, Xiao He is a thin child, and he divides the food. For our group of people, I didn’t eat much, you let him go, I will find you some old bones to eat.”

Several people laughed, their faces were full of bitterness: "What can you do, you old man? Cut off the meat for us to eat?"

After finishing speaking, the strong man with the green dragon tattoo stretched out his foot to kick the person on the ground.

The old man seemed to want to stop him, but as soon as he approached, he was pushed down heavily by the strong man.

Bai Tu, who had already left, suddenly reappeared next to the old man, supporting the old man's weak body.

People of this age may die if they bump into each other, let alone such a hard push.

Seeing that the people who had gone away came back, the strong man with the green dragon tattoo had his mouth crooked, and he had the aura of a hooligan.

Originally, the morals of the world were to bully the weak and fear the strong, not to mention that it was the end of the world. Seeing that she was just a young girl, looking thin, she had no lethal power at all, and a group of people were not afraid at all.

"No idea? Are you bluffing us?"

Bai Tuo helped the old man, and answered his words: "I didn't have this idea just now, but now I do."

After finishing speaking, she added, "Of course, if you think it's bluffing you, you can understand it that way."

　At present, I think this plane has no supernatural powers.

　　It's just the end of the world.

　　In the last book, I wrote something with supernatural powers, so I don’t really want to write this book, just write about the purest apocalypse.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)