Not far from the building, Qiu Du and a few people had already found a dilapidated bookstore hidden and hidden, there were still a few wandering zombies in the bookstore, although Ye Fan was free to move, but after all, his hands and feet were tied.

Qiu Du was stabbed in the calf, although the wound was not deep or big, and the amount of bleeding was very small, but he was too lazy to move, anyway, he was injured, and others would not say anything no.

So, the task of solving a few zombies fell to Qu Twelve, which stumped Qu Twelve, he is a doctor and often goes to the operating table, but this does not mean that he can fight, let alone pick up arms to deal with these zombies that are more terrifying than patients.

Seeing that Qu Twelve was embarrassed, Qiu Du didn't say anything at all, and even sat on the side to prepare to watch the play, in the end, it was Ye Fan who watched Qu Twelve pitifully, and pinched the necks of several zombies, although the process was a little difficult, but the ending was beautiful.

"What are you looking at?" After solving a few zombies, when Ye Fan turned around, he saw that Qu Twelve and Qiu Du had already found a place to sit down, each holding a book in their hands, and was looking at it with relish.

"I'm reading the Compendium of Materia Medica, and I say that Chinese medicine is really broad and profound! I only read the first few pages and I feel that I have benefited a lot," Qu Twelve Le's face bloomed, he is a Western doctor, and he is proficient in how to operate, not how to cure patients without harming them.

"What is Mr. Silly Mao looking at?" Ye Fan turned his head to look at the book in Qiu Du's hand, the book had turned yellow, and there were signs of being blistered and then dried up, it was wrinkled and ugly, even the books scattered on the ground and washed away by water were not so wrinkled, the key was that the book had no cover, and he didn't even know the name.

Qiu Du turned another page, then looked up at Ye Fan, and lowered his head to read the book again.

"Oh! Mr. Silly Mao, don't be like this! Tell me! Just tell me! Don't be so stingy!" Rubbing the shackled chains, Ye Fan looked aggrieved, and there was some temptation on such a beautiful face with a grievance.

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Qu Twelve, who was reading a book on the side, raised his head, and when he saw the aggrieved expression on Ye Fan's face, he didn't know what he thought, his face suddenly turned red, and then he quickly lowered his head.

The two of them didn't notice Qu Twelve's abnormality, Qiu Du read the book quite quickly, when Ye Fan finished speaking, Qiu Du had already turned another page, and after turning the page, Qiu Du looked up at Ye Fan and said.

"I'm looking at ancient romance," After speaking, Qiu Du no longer paid attention to Ye Fan, lowered his head and went to read again.

“...... Poof!" Hearing Qiu Du's words, Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, and then, a mouthful of saliva almost choked himself.

"Poofhahahaha, Mr. Silly Mao actually looks at romance, Mr. Silly Mao actually looks at romance!hahahaha," Ye Fan sat on the ground with an exaggerated ass, and then patted the ground with his hand, laughing so much that tears flowed out.

"Is there anything strange about looking at the romance!" Qiu Du was still reading, but Qu Twelve raised his head again, his face no longer had the flush just now, and he looked at Ye Fan with a serious face and asked.

"Eh! cough cough cough ......" choked on Qu Twelve's words, Ye Fan was choked and coughed a few times in embarrassment, and then looked at Qu Twelve like a rare animal, this product is really natural, so natural that Ye Fan didn't know what to say.

"Hiss" At this moment, Qiu Du suddenly tore off a page from the book, and then handed it to Ye Fan, and said without raising his head.

"Seventh line, read it yourself," After speaking, regardless of Ye Fan not taking the page, Qiu Du let go and threw the page on the ground, and then continued to look at his romance.

Picking up the torn pages on the ground, Ye Fan was a little strange, counted seven lines according to what Qiu Du said, and then stopped his gaze, the seventh line was a single sentence, after Ye Fan read this sentence, his face suddenly turned red, and then he opened a bright smile.

"Now, Mr. Silly Mao," Ye Fan moved his ass and sat next to Qiu Du, folded the pages and put them in his pocket, then reached out and wrapped his arms around Qiu Du's neck, leaned his head on Qiu Du's shoulder, and said in a coquettish attitude.

"Please keep the knife in your hand for the rest of the day!"