"This side is the bathroom, the left is the men's room, the right is the women's room, and there is a flashlight on the living room table, which can be used to light up at night. ”

There weren't a few bottles of wine, the survivors talked for a while, told some jokes, and the party ended in a hurry, and Corion led Ko Mingde to familiarize himself with the environment.

"Remember to close the lid of the bucket when you are done, although it tastes bad, but this is our only source of fertilizer......"

Carrying an oil lamp, Corion pointed to the thatched hut built in the corner of the courtyard, made of bricks, wooden boards, and iron sheets, divided into two compartments for men and women, each compartment had two pits, and under the pit was a large plastic bucket, covered with a lid.

"The toilet needs to be cleaned, so I have to do it, alas......" Corion sighed: "The paper is in the box at the door, try to save some money." ”

After getting acquainted with the environment, Corion assigned him a room.

The villa has three floors, the first floor has a living room, dining room, kitchen, sports hall and other rooms, in addition to the dining room and living room, the other rooms are used as a warehouse, the second floor and the third floor have a total of fifteen rooms, each room is divided into three or four people, men and women live together.

"Which girl would like to invite Ko Mingde to her room?" called Corleone at the corner of the stairs on the second and third floors.

Excluding Komund, there were forty-seven people in the shelter, and two hypothermiacs, a total of forty-five, nineteen women, twenty-four men, five children under the age of sixteen, and the youngest boy, Dolly, was five years old.

Among them, the fifty-nine-year-old woman, although she was not in good health, had good eyes, as the lookout and sentinel of the refuge, Aunt Pauli, who was fifty-two years old, was a cook, and the rest were between twenty and fifty years old, in the prime of life, and the relationship between men and women was also confused.

The end is coming, there is no one survivor in ten, these more than 40 survivors are not relatives, huddle to survive, and now there is no means of entertainment, the lights are also limited, the long night is long, except for a few clean and self-conscious, most of the private life is naturally chaotic.

Fortunately, everyone is reasonable, and a lot of tools have been brought out in the city, except for a pregnant woman, and no other "human lives" have been caused.

"You don't have ...... on you That disease, right?"

A red-haired mature woman asked, with plump lips, thin eyes and eyebrows, and a foxy air.

"I'm sorry, it's incurable!" Ke Mingde was expressionless, rejecting the kindness of many women.

Ke Mingde's immortal body, the charm far exceeds that of the emperor superstar, it is not at all comparable to these stinky men who have been living secretly for a year, and every move has already made the hearts of the women present hot.

What he Ke Mingde has experienced, that is not Tianzi Guosheng, how can he look down on these vulgar fans who don't know the inspection.

Besides, in his realm, he is simply different from human beings, the flaws and pores of ordinary people are clearly visible, the mites on his face are countable, and the smell of various glands, digestive tracts, fingernails, etc. is unbearable.

"It's okay, we've got quite a few new sets!"

Everyone was a little disappointed, but they still didn't give up, unbuttoned their necklines, and scratched their heads.

"It's been more than a year, haven't you used it yet?" Ke Mingde was a little speechless.

"The supplies are so scarce, as long as they don't break, they can be washed and used again!" A brown-haired woman looked at Ke Mingde's toned figure and licked her lips.

“......”

Ke Mingde was about to cast a mind spell when Kingsley came up from downstairs.

"You can come with me to the garage, you have an infectious disease, I have hypothermia, just make a couple!"

Kingsley leaned on the handrail of the stairs and scratched his long blonde hair.

"Don't worry, I've only been suffering from hypothermia for five days, and I still have ten days to live, and I can't hurt you!"

Just about to refuse, Ke Mingde thought about it and agreed: "It is an incomparable honor to serve our heroes!"

"Hey, it's cold, you've never tasted it before!" Corleone raised an eyebrow at him.

"I didn't expect you to be a bad guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes!" Ke Mingde waved his hand and followed Kingsley downstairs.

Kingsley took his hand in satisfaction, and Kommad seemed to hold a piece of cold iron.

"Let's all rest, Kingsley and Downton are not in a few days, let them do whatever they want before leaving, that's all we can do!"

Seeing Ke Mingde's figure disappear into the darkness, Corleone dispersed the warbler Yanyan.

"Downton, you sleep in another garage today, don't disturb my date with the dude!"

Kingsley shouted.

"As you wish, my princess!" Downton came out of the garage with a futon in his arms, "I wish you a good night!"

Kingsley waited for him to enter the garage, closed the door, locked it with an iron lock, and hung the key on a hook in the wall.

"He had four days left at most, he had hypothermia, and the one who lived the longest lasted nineteen days. ”

Kingsley's face was gloomy, and the rabbit was sad that the fox was dead, and the things were hurt.

The two of them were infected with hypothermia, and in order to prevent nocturnal lesions and transform into zombies, they had to leave the group and live in the garage, confirm their condition every morning, and if they became zombies, they would be subdued with forks and cremated and buried.

For more than a year, the survivors have watched nearly twenty of their companions leave in this way, at first defensive, hateful, fearful, and now accustomed to it.

No one can be sure if they will contract hypothermia tomorrow.

Of course, after more than a year of testing, they have found that hypothermia is not contagious, which is also an important reason for harmonious coexistence.

And according to experience, hypothermia lasts for 12 to 19 days, and Kingsley has been infected for five days, and although he moved into the garage, everyone is still very relieved.

"Alright, let's rest!" Kingsley pulled Ke Mingde back to his garage, "Do you like me to wear makeup or take it off?"

The garage is large, but half of it is full of miscellaneous items, and the rest is placed with a double bed and a table.

Kingsley lit the fuel lamp, turned off the flashlight, and finally pulled the roller shutter door down, blocking the crack with a few wooden strips.

"You can't let the light out, it might attract zombies! Be careful not to knock the lights down. ”

It was a homemade lamp, with a glass shade, an iron metal socket, with a cotton thread as the core, full of sharp burrs, very simple, lit with a match and extinguished with a lid.

Kingsley sat on the bed, took off his coat, only his underwear remained, and his small chest was unbearable: "There is water on the table, you can rinse your mouth!"

"How old are you?"

Ke Mingde ignored her, sat down by himself, and asked.

"Do you think I'm small?" said Kingsley, looking down and wrinkling his nose.

"At your age, you should still be in school. ”

Ke Mingde sighed, he could see that Kingsley, an optimistic girl, was at most twenty years old.

"What can be done? The world has become like this. She muttered, so she lay on her side on the bed, showing off her slender figure.

"How do you feel about hypothermia?" asked Ke Mingde.

He agreed to live with Kingsley just to learn about hypothermia.

"I don't understand the amorous!" she said, casually removing her bra to reveal a pair of buds.

"Are you a doctor? This is incurable, come on, cherish my last days. ”

Ke Mingde was helpless, used a mind spell, and continued to ask. Read the latest chapters on >

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