"Water...... Thirsty ......"

Although the ink demon didn't open his eyes, the entire demon soul was watching the whole room closely.

Xiao Pimple didn't know when he had opened his eyes, and a pair of eyes that were originally not big looked at Mo Xiaoyou with excitement at this time, while Ziqiang next to him was muttering thirst.

The little child sat up from the bed with difficulty, and a pair of attentive eyes seemed to show a hint of clarity at this time, he touched his neck, and then raised his right hand, and an empty paper cup on the table moved out of thin air.

Seeing this little pimple, he seemed to be very excited, and the fingers of his right hand made a gesture of holding the cup, and then as soon as his arm was raised, Mo Xiaoyou heard a soft "knock", and the paper cup fell to the ground.

The little pimple leaned against the wall sweating profusely, as if he couldn't move a finger.

At this time, Mo Xiaoyou opened his eyes, endured the soreness all over his body, and forced himself to stand up.

picked up the paper cup from the ground, poured the already cold water in the kettle, approached Ziqiang's side step by step, sat up with him, and fed two sips of water.

Fortunately, although he was unconscious, he was able to subconsciously make actions such as drinking water and swallowing. Mo Xiaoyou didn't have to put too much effort into it.

When the chapped lips on Ziqiang's lips looked better, Mo Xiaoyou carefully put him back on the carpet, and didn't get up, just turned around, facing the little pimple that had already gasped for breath.

The big name of the small pimple is You Lie, because there was a small sarcoma on the top of his head when he was born, and this small sarcoma also grew bigger and bigger as he grew older, and it was not painful or itchy on weekdays, but it was also a feature, and the nickname "Little Pimple" came from that.

At this time, he had just gasped for breath, and his small eyes had lost the bright light he had just woken up, and he even looked a little soft.

"Sister Junimer, I ......"

"You've been reborn with ability, which is good.

But the ability is still very nascent, and you can see it, but it's just a paper cup two meters away, and you can just make it move.

If you think that with such ability, you can compete with the newly generated world outside, I will not stop you from leaving us. “

Mo Xiaoyou's expression was as unmoving, and when she spoke, she just stared at the little pimple sitting in the corner of the wall, ignoring any emotions shown by the other party when she spoke.

"Sister Junimer, I didn't think about ......"

Mo Xiaoyou didn't wait for him to finish, he stretched back with one hand, and the water cup filled with half a glass of water was thrown out by her in the form of a dart, and the water cup rotated smoothly in the air a few times, and then landed smoothly on the table with the hot water kettle.

Not a drop of water was spilled in the air, either in the air or on the table.

Her performance successfully suppressed the little pimple, and the little self-satisfaction that was originally generated by being able to move objects in the air was instantly shattered into small scum in front of the pure power of the ink demon's hand.

Mo Xiaoyou's current physical condition is not very good, and the use of the power of her hand just now is actually the limit of what she can use now.

The reason why she has been expressionless is that she is not qualified to waste her strength to make even the slightest expression.

The constant sound of crashing outside and a scream in the hallway suddenly interrupted the silence between a large and a small room.

"Sister Jungmo, it's ...... outside"

"Oh, even if the zombies are awake, the survivors should be starting to wake up too."