Chapter 887: He Always Feels Like I'm Going to Die! 19

The gesture meant that the zombies were about to cross the safety zone.

If you don't leave quickly, it will probably be a fierce battle.

The person has also been rescued, and it is still a survivor who has lived outside for three months, and the materials here are probably clear, and she can probably understand the situation here.

This trip was still satisfying.

Qi Liqun thought in his heart and motioned for the team to leave quickly.

Wen Yin subconsciously walked to Qinghui's side and followed Qinghui.

It's not just because Qinghui said to follow her just now, but also because except for Qinghui here, the others were originally in the team, with an indescribable temperament, which made ordinary people still a little out of place and a little stressed.

Especially when such a group of people get together, this sense of pressure is even greater.

Wen Yin didn't dare to take a breath.

So he looked at Qinghui standing beside him again.

I feel that the little girl with a soft white face walks calmly in these people, she is really powerful enough, of course, she is also quite strong.

You can use that little umbrella to face the zombies.

But in fact, Qinghui doesn't care who is walking around him.

Even if there are zombies around, as long as she doesn't provoke her, she will still go.

doesn't take others to heart at all, it's a bit flamboyant and domineering, and it seems clear and calm in this atmosphere.

The group hurriedly gathered some supplies and left the building.

Then the team quickly got into the car, cleaned up the zombies around, and the car drove away quickly.

Look at the scene in the rearview mirror where a group of zombies surround the building.

Wen Yin involuntarily gasped.

He raised his hand and patted his chest, a little palpitating.

"I'm glad you went, otherwise I'd have been gone by now."

She had always been cautious before, and even if someone came, she resolutely did not show her head.

It's just that the people who came this time were different, and she saw Qinghui's light blue dress from a distance.

I can't help but be a little curious, after all, it's been so long, and she hasn't seen such a clean and beautiful little dress for a long time, especially when she is still well dressed and standing on the other side of the building she is in.

I couldn't help but take a few more looks.

Who would have thought that she was actually destroyed in the hands of a flower pot.

I really don't know what to say.

Wen Yin sighed, thinking so, and glanced at Qinghui who was sitting next to him again.

There's a lot of space in the buggy.

There are a lot of supplies in the back.

Jiang Cheng drove and sat in the front, and the co-pilot was still the little brother in charge of investigation.

Zhou Yiqing didn't know what he was thinking, he sat by the window, looking out of the window with a pair of cold and dark eyes.

Qinghui sat in the middle position, and Wen Yin sat on the other side of Qinghui, looking at Qinghui so carefully.

I saw Qinghui also look at it.

There seemed to be a slight light in the previous pair of lazy and casual eyes, just looking at her like this.

What's going on?

"Can you make Peking duck?"

Immediately after that, Qinghui's soft voice rang out.

Soft and glutinous, with a little expectation.

Wen Yin: ...... What?

Seeing Wen Yin's stunned face, Qinghui blinked his eyes and frowned his delicate little brows.

What's going on?

Are these people the kind with ear problems?