Chapter 3 Feelings
Luo Ming looked at Uncle Yu's energetic appearance and shook his head helplessly.
"No, it's much better to wear this." Uncle Yu watched Luo Ming staring at the lost wreckage in front of him in a daze, and took out a piece of cotton cloth from his arms, but there were two more hanging ears on it.
"This is? Masks? Luo Ming instantly recognized that this was the most scarce material now: masks.
'Got a mask. ’
"Well, it smells like a Pokemon." Luo Ming laughed at himself and took the mask from Uncle Yu's hand.
"No saliva after just washing." Uncle Yu looked at Luo Ming and sniffed the mask, and suddenly said.
Luo Ming shook his head and sniffed the mask again, "This mask seems to have a greasy fragrance, I didn't expect Uncle Yu to take this mouthful." ”
"Where does the fragrance come from, you little rabbit will make fun of me." Uncle Yu got closer and sniffed it, and found that there was no fragrance as Luo Ming said.
"But no matter how much I smell it, there is a fragrance....."
Before Luo Ming finished speaking, Uncle Yu made a gesture of wanting to snatch back the mask, "Don't wear it, I spent a night making it." ”
"Don't don't, I'll wear it."
Although Luo Ming was curious about this refreshing fragrance, compared to the rancid wreckage everywhere, this kind of thing was not worth delving.
.......
The team that placed the corpse in the distance was still struggling to move the corpse, but Luo Ming ran away alone when the large army was unconscious, and he didn't sit on it to rest until he saw a slightly clean small rock.
"It really helped me keep such a clean rock."
Although it was resting, Luo Ming's gaze still swept everywhere, for fear that a valuable treasure would be left behind, and at the same time, he seemed to be looking for something.
"It smells so good."
Unlike the original Uncle Yu who said that he didn't want to die, now Luo Ming's face was full of expressions that he wanted to come every day, mainly not to search for the body, but to make meager efforts for the placement of posts in the base. "Well, Luo Ming has always been very good-skinned with thick skin.
A body bag in the distance contrasted sharply with the severed hand next to it, and at the same time attracted Luo Ming to get up and check.
"Wow, this man's skin is too smooth." As if to say to the corpse in front of him, Luo Ming smiled and put his hand on his flat chest.
"You're kidding again, believe it or not, I pulled your tongue out." The corpse sat up sharply, her hair just over her flat chest.
"The chest is not big, but the temper is not small."
"You ....."
The girl before the meeting was really angry, Luo Ming quickly changed her flattering tone, "Miss Kong Xin, don't be so stingy, just make a joke with you." Although he was joking, the action of nodding vigorously was obviously apologizing, which made Kong Xin almost laugh.
"Hmph, if you hadn't begged me at the time, I wouldn't have bothered to take care of you." Kong Xin's face puffed up like a pufferfish.
Luo Ming couldn't help but be in a daze when he looked at Kong Xin's expression, and the ghost made a god to pinch Kong Xin's face, and the 'little pufferfish' was also so deflated.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I can't help it." Retracting his hand, Luo Ming scratched his head in embarrassment.
"No, it's fine."
Kong Xin caressed the place where his face had been touched just now, picked up a severed hand and gently dragged it in his hand.
"It's been a long time since you've been like this."
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
Although he has become the zombie king who leads the zombies, Kong Xin feels like a child in front of Luo Ming.
From the moment she became a king, Kong Xin felt that the feeling she had lost for a long time had returned to her body, and if she remembered correctly, it should be called: "Feelings." "