In summer, the South China Sea is accompanied by a salty sea breeze, and everyone sweats profusely in the heat.

As soon as Ah Tao arrived at the beach, he was red and hot by the hot sun overhead.

What they fear most about evil things like zombies is the scorching sun, and even though she has cultivated into a heavenly demon, she still hates and fears this sunlight.

At noon, the sun rose to the middle, the fishermen all went home to eat, the smell of rice spread all over the beach, the little steamed bun stomach gurgling, he ran to Ah Tao's leg, raised his little head, and said: "Mother, the steamed bun is hungry, so hungry."

Ah Tao said: "Let's go, this zombie will take you to suck blood!"

Fei Ji hurriedly walked over and said, "Hurry up and kowtow, you won't be able to see Nanshan after an hour," he picked up the little steamed bun, "Let's go, the poor monk will take you to your fate."

Xiao Mantou rolled his eyes and shook his head: "No, Mantou wants to accompany his mother."

Ah Tao touched the round head of the little steamed bun and said, "You go to eat first."

It's so hot in here, she's smoking.

The little steamed bun wanted to say something, but it had already been taken away by Feiji.

He shouted in Feiji's arms: "The steamed buns are eaten quickly, what do you want to eat?"

Ah Tao said: "You eat more for Ben Zhuang."

The sun burned her skin, and she looked at her blackened skin, and thought of the tears that flowed from her face in the middle of the night, and fell to her knees.

Bang......

Bang......

Bang......

She didn't want to see her cry, there shouldn't be tears on that face, and the country she was guarding shouldn't be swallowed up by the plague.

Bang......

Bang......

Bang......

She slammed her scalp and cracked her scalp, revealing the white bones inside, her skin and bones corroded like sulfuric acid from the sun-scorched sand.

"Seventy-nine...... Seventy-two ...... Seventy-three...... Eighty...... How much is eighty...... "Ah Tao counted while knocking, often counting wrong.

I wanted to grab Feiji and help her count on the side, but why didn't the hateful Feiji come yet!

She was about to be charred by the sun.

I don't know how long it took, the sunlight was a little tilted, and Ah Tao was still entangled between seventy-eight and fifty-one......

The non-base head was wrapped in gauze, and it was long overdue.

When he saw Ah Tao, he was startled: "Ah Tao, how did you become a little black man?!"

Ah Tao was smoking, and her eyes were dizzy: "This stiff should have knocked eighty-one, right?"

Fei Ji helped her up: "Amitabha, donor, you have been knocking for half an hour."

"Is that enough!!"

"Enough is enough, enough little blacks."

That's good......

Ah Tao's eyes went dark and she fainted.

The little steamed bun ran to Ah Tao, looked at her charred body, and her eyes quickly filled with tears.

"Mother...... Whining...... Mother...... You don't want to die. ”

Feiji picked up Ah Tao and walked under the shade of the tree.

The little steamed bun cried and followed.

The shade under the tree, without the scorching heat of the day, Ah Tao's body quickly recovered itself.

When she woke up, she saw the crying red eyes of the little steamed bun, as cute as a rabbit.

Seeing Ah Tao wake up, the little steamed bun threw himself into Ah Tao's arms and continued to cry, rubbing while crying, Ah Tao pushed him away with a cold face.

Damn it! Lao Tzu's little sister has been flattened by you.

The little steamed bun stood aggrievedly aggrieved, looked at Ah Tao with tears in his eyes, and choked up: "Mother, don't be like that, okay, scare the little steamed bun to death."

Ah Tao looked at his face and couldn't help but take him into his arms and ravage him. , so cute this bear child.