Zhou Yiqing stood not far away and watched, with a little dark light in his eyes.

His eyes mainly fell on the dull hair on Qinghui's head that shook with her movements.

The little girl, who was still carrying the little umbrella in her hand, noticed his gaze, turned her head, looked at him, blinked her eyes, and tilted her little head.

What are you doing?

Zhou Yiqing saw her look over, but he didn't look too much, he looked away lightly, and then lowered his eyes and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Looking at his self-cultivation and not being angry at all, Qinghui felt angry.

Qinghui curled his lips slightly, contacted Asaka, and asked Asa to tell her the address of the survivor.

It's not far from here.

But it's probably because Qinghui fell asleep in the car early.

Jiang Cheng didn't dare to open too far inside, so this place was still a little deviated from the original place where everyone was scheduled to rest.

The situation here is that there are occasionally a few zombies wandering outside, but as long as it is quiet and quiet, there are not too many zombies to be seen.

And the people behind are also standing guard, if anyone gets too close, they will kill the zombies that are close.

Qinghui stood at the window, looking down at the zombies outside.

I watched it for a long time.

Jiang Cheng walked out from behind Qinghui and asked Qinghui in a low voice, "Miss, how do you feel?" ”

"Shortness of breath and tightness in the chest." After all, Lord Spirit Sword hasn't had such a time, and it's really unpleasant.

"Do you want to send you back?"

Anyway, if she goes back willingly, there will be less oil bottles on the road, even if she runs back and forth a little, but at least the basic safety of the team members is still guaranteed.

Qinghui shook his head.

"What about these zombies? Miss, how do you feel? If you're uncomfortable......"

"They're ugly."

Qinghui carried his small umbrella and looked at the dirty and bloody zombies, some of the zombies' rotten faces were still stained with flesh foam that he didn't know if it was his own or someone else's.

Looks pretty scary.

Jiang Cheng, who heard these four words, choked slightly, pulled the corners of his lips, and didn't know what to say.

yes, yes, it's ugly.

But is the point of this?

Seeing Qinghui once again choke Jiang Cheng speechless.

Zhou Yiqing stood not far away, raised his eyelids, and the corners of his lips unconsciously hooked.

It's kind of funny, if it weren't for this little girl......

Zhou Yiqing's brows furrowed slightly, as if he had thought of something unpleasant, with a little thought in his eyes, he lowered his eyes and thought.

And Qinghui over there already yawned softly and looked in the direction of the light coffee prompt.

Coincidentally, at the window over there, a flower pot fell.

Qinghui only felt as if someone was passing by in front of him.

Probably had been sneaking around behind the window over there before, and then the cold Qinghui raised his eyes to look over, and the man was startled, and turned around and hid again.

But I accidentally came across a flower pot placed on the windowsill by the owner of the original room.

Your flower pot fell from the two-story small building and smashed to the ground with a clatter, and everyone was stunned and subconsciously vigilant.

Although Jiang Chenggang was also standing at the window, because of Qinghui's words, he unconsciously looked at these zombies, and he didn't pay attention to what was on the upper floors of the surrounding buildings.