"What's the lighten?" Before the little boy could ask, Situ Yongjun, who was tiptoeing to reach for the instant noodle box at the top of the shelf, asked curiously. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 There is a shelf next to info, and Fu Ziyu, who is filling the shopping basket with spiced bean curd and pickled pepper and phoenix feet, also looked over.

Jiang Xiaofei suddenly stopped collecting supplies and didn't do anything, but carried the medicine box and food to take care of the injured little boy, and the other two looked at it, but they didn't say anything.

Although Jiang Xiaofei's move was suspected of wasting time and doing useless work, no one said anything to stop her behavior.

Because, the little boy who was injured and could only wait for death (turned into a zombie) is really pitiful!

People who haven't encountered many dark and cruel things are always kind-hearted, and they can't give this little boy any useful help, they are already very guilty, and now Jiang Xiaofei seems to be wasting time doing useless work, but he is also trying his best to let this little boy get some comfort before he dies, which is also good, very humane.

Therefore, Jiang Xiaofei's move did not provoke the unswerving and stop of the other two.

As for the wasted time, Situ Yongjun and Fu Ziyu invariably sped up, which can be regarded as an alternative help.

"It's your wound, the black blood on your wound has faded!" Jiang Xiaofei pointed to the little boy's exposed injured shoulder with a look of surprise and said.

There was a zombie bite, fortunately not bitten off the flesh, but the skin and flesh rolled horribly, as if poisoned, showing a strange blue-black, the blood flowing out of the wound was not normal bright red, but black, exuding a strong smell of rancid blood, half-coagulated on the shoulder, wanting to fall.

The mineral water that the little boy couldn't swallow in time flowed to the wound on his shoulder, and although the wound hurt a little, it also washed away some blood.

What surprised Jiang Xiaofei was that the wound was washed by water, and the black was much lighter, faintly revealing some healthy red.

Jiang Xiaofei suddenly had an idea, and her whole body suddenly became excited.

looked left and right, and saw a group of small sofas on the side of the wall, Jiang Xiaofei's eyes suddenly lit up, and then walked quickly and dragged the small sofa over with one hand effortlessly.

Two bucket boxes of instant noodles were placed on the sofa cushions, and the visual height definitely exceeded the armrests of the small sofa, and after getting it, Jiang Xiaofei left it alone for the time being, but went to the cash register to rummage through it, and then unsurprisingly found a pair of scissors.

Then, Jiang Xiaofei smiled like a strange sister, and took the scissors to "click" and cut all the clothes and fabrics on the little boy's shoulders.

The little boy who was inexplicably cut his clothes: "?!" ”

Situ Yongjun & Fu Ziyu, who was collecting supplies: "?!" ”

Liu Xuanting put several oil drums full of oil into the trunk, and covered them tightly with dark fabrics, so that people could not easily see them, and then drove the car directly to the door of the store. After getting out of the car and entering the door, he saw Jiang Xiaofei's strange behavior at first sight, and Liu Xuanting couldn't help but be surprised.

"This ...... Xiao Jiang, what is this doing? Liu Xuanting asked in surprise.

Situ Yongjun walked over with a stack of instant noodle boxes, and did a good shrug of his shoulders, so he said directly: "I don't know." ”

"Don't know?!" Liu Xuanting's eyes widened, and he looked incredulous, "Uncle, haven't you always been together?" How could it be ...... "how could it not be known?"

Fu Ziyu walked over with a slowly loaded basket in one hand, and replied when he heard the question: "Although we have always been together, we really don't know what Xiao Jiang is doing with this move, but she seems to be very excited, and it seems that she is doing something good." ”

"Good, good thing?" Liu Xuanting listened even more foggy.

It's also a good thing to blame my sister for cutting the clothes of poor little Shota with scissors? Liu Xuanting felt that he couldn't accept it. (To be continued.) )