"Huh? Oh! ”

Fang Ru hurriedly put aside the braised pork rice bowl and climbed up the wall, ready to flip over and pick up rope outside the park.

The pot was in a hurry: "Don't come out!" Zombies are coming, it's too dangerous! Let the little fish help you! ”

Before the words fell, Fang Ru didn't grasp it steadily, and fell from the wall to the root of the wall.

The pot couldn't bear to close his eyes, and suddenly felt as if he was floating.

Over there, Fang Ru got up in a daze and found that the pot was actually caught by the zombie in his hand.

"Why would zombies be interested in your pot?!"

"How do I know! Wow zombie's hands are slimy, it's disgusting, drag me over! ”

"You must have done something, otherwise how could the zombies take a fancy to your pot!"

"What do you mean by this, do I still like this? Hey, hey, hey! Didn't you eat? Can you do it a little harder! Didn't you see that I was going to be taken away! ”

"I ...... At...... Hard! If you have the ability, you can try it! You still have the face to say that I am ...... Yes! ”

After tug-of-war with the zombies for a long time, Fang Ru finally snatched the pot back - in fact, it was not her own at all, but the zombies suddenly opened their minds somehow, and found that her piece of fresh meat was much more delicious than the hard pot, so she simply let go of her hand and straightened her arm and moved towards Fang Ru.

Fang Ru was defenseless at all, first sat on the ground, and then was almost hit in the head by the pot that bounced over. By the time she got up, the zombies were approaching. And naturally, more than one.

Fortunately, Fang Ru had found an escape route in advance, climbed up along the big tree next to her, and when the zombie chased under the tree, she had already climbed the branch and jumped back into the park.

The pot was surprised: "You climb trees so neatly, how can you fall down from a wall." ”

"Ahem." Fang Ru wiped his face, "I haven't practiced for a long time, and I'm rusty." ”

Obviously the fresh meat was close at hand, but they couldn't eat anything, and the zombies roared anxiously. Fang Ru and Guo observed together, and confirmed that the zombies couldn't enter the park, so they breathed a sigh of relief and sat down under the wall.

Fang Ru raised her eyelids and looked at the pot beside her. It's strange, obviously this pot has no arms and legs, but it always gives people the feeling that Zhongzheng is leaning against the wall: "I said, let's talk about it now, you can't eat raw souls anymore." A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase. ”

"Well, I promise you." The tone of the pot was also like that of a tired and paralyzed person, "I said, you are really stupid." Even if you force me to promise not to eat living souls anymore, when you fish me out of the pile of zombies, and I don't keep my promise, what can you do with me? Can you find a pile of zombies and throw me in again and again, and fish me out again and again? ”

Fang Ru patted his arm. It was all dusty: "I believe in you." ”

“…… Do you believe me? ”

"Uh-huh." Fang Ru didn't seem to hear the throbbing of the pot desperately hiding his composure, "This is originally a gentleman's covenant. Although you are a fierce spirit, you should be considered a gentleman from the fact that you saved me as soon as we met, and you have helped me so many times along the way. Otherwise, I'll just kill you, and tell you so much. ”

"But, it's possible that I'm using you! I haven't eaten a living soul for a long time, and I want to use you to take me to a place where there are many living people, so I will help you, isn't it more logical to think so? The pot said eagerly.

Fang Ru stood up and patted the dust on his pants: "You want me to think so?" ”

The pot choked.

Fang Ru smiled, took the pot out of the net pocket, first used soil to absorb the corpse liquid stuck to the pot, then patted off the soil, and finally wiped it carefully with alcohol cotton: "Okay, don't get entangled." It's the end of the world, and my single girl's family is too dangerous, so I naturally want to find a few companions. You are a good person, and the two of us belong to a mutually beneficial relationship, which is very suitable for partners. You're also dangerous, but if you don't try, you'll know if you can make it. Let's give each other a chance, shall we? ”

The pot agreed.

Fang Ru smiled with relief and turned to go to the wall. It looked like he was going to bring the box of braised pork rice bowls to the pot to eat, but in fact, he secretly put the potion he had been holding in his hand back into the space while the pot was out of sight.

OK...... Luckily, it worked.

Before she knew it, her back was covered in cold sweat.

From the moment she left the commissary with the pot, she had prepared for the worst as best she could. As soon as the pot revealed the slightest possibility that she would not be able to make a deal with her, she would immediately use this treasured bottle of Soul Killing Potion.

But the potion was not from her, but a gift from a friend, and she wasn't sure how effective it was. In addition, the pot is a big murder weapon that has never been seen before or since, and no one knows the specific situation of his soul, so her chances of winning are not high. Not to mention his near-invincible ability to devour souls. The best-case scenario is to lose 1,000 enemies and 800 self-inflicted losses.

And breaking with the pot means that she will lose her personal space. Everything else burned down with her own car, the last of her surviving resources. Therefore, it is the next policy to fight to the death with the pot, but whenever there is a slight turnaround, Fang Ru will also work hard to fight for it.

Fortunately, the conversation between the two after dragging the pot back from the zombie's hands, especially the various reactions of the pot, made Fang Ru believe that he had not taken the wrong risk. Especially the pot would subconsciously think from her point of view, which made Fang Ru reaffirm her judgment.

Wok...... Seems to care about her in particular.

I don't know why, but that's a good thing, right?

It didn't seem that the pot wanted to have a showdown with her, so Fang Ru didn't plan to get to the bottom of it. Even if she is a villain, she should take advantage of him. As long as you can live, this ...... It's nothing.

Because, this is the last days.

The sun is trapped in a deep haze, and even at noon, little heat reaches the earth. Fang Ru's heart suddenly became desolate, and he looked into the distance in confusion.

…… Then the ears catch a slight bar chirp.

Turning his head, he saw that Xiaoyu was squatting in front of the box of braised pork rice bowls, quietly burying his head and eating hard. There is only one piece of braised pork left now......

Then Fang Ru remembered that she saw the little fish rubbing on the edge of the pot, just like rubbing people's trouser legs. That's a smell, right?

No wonder, she said how can zombies look at the pot.

The little fish, immersed in the aroma of meat, suddenly felt a murderous aura. Turning his head to look, he was almost frightened by Fang Ru's huge smiling face and fell off the wall.

"Dear little fish? Is braised pork delicious? ”

Fang Ru was so gentle that it gave people goosebumps.

[That, that, Fang Ru, you misunderstood, I, I, I didn't steal it, the little fish's hair stood up, [I, I, I just ......]

"It's just a grain of rice stuck to the corner of your mouth?"

The little fish blinked its eyes and stuck out its tongue to lick the corners of its mouth.

Then he ran away.

"Stop! Grandma's, I can't even bear to eat the braised pork, all into your little dead cat's belly! Spit out the braised pork for me! ”

The noise of chickens flying and dogs jumping is getting farther and farther away. The pot looked at the lunch box placed on the wall near the end of the world, and silently listened to his stomach gurgling one after another......

*****

Hello everyone, I'm Depositor. The author, Jun Wuyi, went crazy and walked around the street for 12 hours yesterday. 12 hours! Even the depositor was shocked! When I came back, I was tired and paralyzed, and I was bored until now...... There is such an author.,Depositing the manuscript Jun feels shameless╭(╯^╰)╮But the author is actually a diligent female paper.,Usually too homely.,Finally, there's an opportunity to be happy.。 No, sit in front of the computer as soon as you get up and code words. Don't have to be bitten off a piece of meat again, the manuscript is very open? (^?^*)