The Boss is Very Busy

"Little friend." His voice was gentle, his eyes were calm and calm, but he felt an invisible oppression. He lowered his eyelashes, "Do you know a truth?"

MuMian: "What?"

"Misfortune comes from the mouth."

"..."

MuMian was silent for two seconds. Before she could speak, there was a pleasant sound from behind the tree. Listening to the slow footsteps, the vigilance of MuMian suddenly rose.

There are also zombies in this area.

MuMian has drawn the dagger from her pocket, accumulate some more points, and she can receive the ability.

It's windy, cold and cold. Before MuMian showed off, the man beside him suddenly moved, and the cold silver knife flashed past, and the zombie fell to the ground.

MuMian: "..."

She raised her eyes and looked at the calm complexion. There were a few zombies in front of him. He slowly held the knife in his fingertips, and the black gloves contrasted sharply with the snow-white fingertips.

She reached out and grabbed the corner of Wen Shumu's clothes, and the other party felt her slight strength and glanced over indifferently. MuMian: "Little brother, have you ever heard a truth?"

Wen Shumu raised her eyebrows, her eyes were quiet, she didn't say a word, but he seemed to be beckoning her to continue. MuMian looked at him with a sweet smile, and then said, "Don't grab the head."

Wen Shumu: "..."

After finishing speaking, MuMian had already clenched the knife, stroked the zombie's head, headshot mercilessly.

The points on the wrist changed instantly.

The man glanced down, watching the girl continue to move.

He didn't take the knife back, and stood quietly behind MuMian, watching the other party solve all the zombies effortlessly. After he confirmed the safety around him, he slowly took back the silver dagger and the snow-white fingertips. Cover on the waist bag.

Seeing that the points were finally collected, MuMian raised her eyebrows, and then looked at Wen Shumu, she couldn't help but smile, which seemed gentle and harmless, and extremely beautiful.

"Little brother, I will cover you from now on."

"..." The man glanced at her calmly and speechlessly. Although he didn't speak, the meaning was already obvious. His dark and deep eyes were calm, as if he was laughing at her overpowering.

MuMian: "..."

She suffocated her breath, somewhat indignant.

"You don't look down on people."

As long as the girl gets angry, she will open her eyes first. The black and white eyes seem to be accusing him of his behavior, and then threaten him with a soft and harmless voice.

Wen Shumu moved his fingertips, without leaving any emotions on his face, he raised his eyelashes and calmly answered the conversation.

"Am I talking?"

"..." The girl's momentum was a little weaker, but she still straightened her chest, trying to pretend to be a Zhan Li.

"...I can see it in your eyes."

"Yeah." Hearing this, Wen Shumu nodded calmly, while the serious compliment behind him seemed to kill her, "You're really amazing."

"..."

MuMian didn't want to say anything anymore, and the person on duty should also change. She simply turned around and wanted to get back to the car. Just after taking a step, the other party suddenly pulled her collar, as if carrying a little chicken.

MuMian has turned around following his strength.

"..."

MuMian pursed his white and tender face, and faced the man's darkly painted eyes, which were a bit more empty than the night. The snow-like eyes were slightly drooping, and there was no emotion in them.

MuMian hadn't spoken yet, suddenly a cold thing was handed to her by him.