A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse - Chapter 12

“You said, let me buy daily necessities, just swipe my card, and buy as much as possible. +++All Tanmei novels: www.sto123.cc”

Bei Nuan argued innocently, and dragged Du Ruo into the water by the way.

“It was when Du Ruo bought that lot of board games, I saw a furniture store next to it, and the furniture in it was pretty good.”

Du Ruo immediately stated: “It’s not bad, anyway, your space is so big, empty is also empty.”

Turning to Lu Xingchi, “It’s just a table, and it’s no better than the camping car pressure shower you bought, right?”

Anyway, don’t say anyone, three people are half a cat.

None of them are apocalyptic survival players with correct attitudes.

Bei Nuan took out a camping lamp and hesitated, “Would you like to light the lamp? Will you recruit the zombies?”

“It’s okay.” Lu Xingchi patted the crossbow in his hand next to him.

Yes, it’s pretty desolate here, probably no one in Bundi heard, not to mention Lu Xingchi.

Although there was a full moon of radiance, Bei Nuan turned on the camping lights and let the warm yellow light illuminate the entire tabletop.

Lighting the cassette stove, Bei Nuan brought out the mandarin duck pot cooked in the hotel from the space.

It was still boiling, gurgling with bubbles, the aroma was tangy, and the good lamb was still tender.

Lamb fat beef and duck intestines with yellow throat, tofu skin fish balls, bamboo fungus and enoki mushrooms, hot pot dips and disposable tableware, are full of tables.

“Everything is good, but there may be mosquitoes.” Du Ruo sat down.

Bei Nuan took out a bag of strange things like a trick.

It is a big dome outdoor mosquito net, which is propped into a large circle with circular braces, hung from a branch, just covering the dining table and dining chairs.

Lu Xingchi pulled the chair away and sat down.

He has already experienced the end times, and the conditions are difficult.

Compressed biscuits and canned food are definitely luxury items. Expired bread is robbed by everyone, and sometimes there is no clean drinking water.

Relying on his powerful combat power, Lu Xing always went to the most dangerous places to search for supplies, trying his best to ensure the supply of the team.

To be honest, the team’s conditions are much better than most people.

However, because you often have to abandon your car and walk, and you must be able to fight at any time, even if you find good supplies, there are very few things you can carry with you.

Can only be hungry and full.

After the rebirth of Tuan Mie, there was a second time intensively. It had been a long time since Lu Xing had sat down and had a good meal like this.

The fresh plant scent in the air at night was quickly taken over by the scent of hot pot.

The three of them ate in full swing.

Today’s yellow throat is slippery and crisp, and Bei Nuan and Du Ruomo are fighting hard.

Du Ruo couldn’t rob her, and suddenly asked, “Would you like to get some food for the one in the car?”

By the way, forget him.

Bei Nuan looked at the Mandarin Duck Pot, and felt that nothing was suitable for the wounded, and tried to remember how it was written in the book.

Bei Nuan in the book fed him compressed biscuits.

The book said that Jiang Fei was feverish, confused, unable to swallow hard and dry compressed biscuits, and nothing else.

She chewed the compressed biscuits into a paste and fed him bit by bit.

Chew, become, paste, paste.

Bei Nuan: “…”

This kind of thing, killing Bei Nuan will not do it.

Bei Nuan flipped through her inventory and miraculously found a box of unopened baby food from the large boxes that came in from the convenience store.

It’s a nutritious batter for babies, it’s perfect.

Bei Nuan returned to the car with the bag.

Jiang Fei was still lying motionless in the last row, with a bandage on his head and his dark eyelashes closed.

As if he heard someone coming, there was a little noise in his throat, and he couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Bei Nuan twisted the plastic lid of the squishy bag and squeezed a little on his pale and chapped lips.

As if feeling cold, he sips and ate the bite.

Encouraged, Bei Nuan fed him a few more mouthfuls.

This is a person who really wants to live. He closed his eyes, eating slowly and hard, but he was still trying to swallow it down.

Bei Nuan held the bag and fed him for a while, before half-hearted.

Not only is his arm a little sore, but if he doesn’t go back, Du Ruo’s greedy cat must have eaten up all his yellow throat.

Bei Nuan looked down at Jiang Fei, who was eating a little bit, and came up with a crooked idea.

She found a plastic rope from the space, tied the bag to the handle on the roof of the car, and hung it up, putting the mouth of the bag in Jiang Fei’s mouth.

The squishy doesn’t flow at all.

Bei Nuan found another pair of scissors and cut a small cut in the bag.

Sure enough, the mush began to drip into Jiang Fei’s mouth slowly.

A simple feeding system is completed.

Bei Nuan observed for a while and felt that the feeding system was operating normally, so he clapped his hands and got out of the car with satisfaction and went on to eat hot pot.

The yellow throat was still there, and it was placed in front of Lu Xingchi, full of plates, looking at all.

Seeing Bei Nuan came back, Lu Xing calmly pushed the plate of yellow throat in front of her.

It seemed that Lu Xingchi didn’t let Du Ruo stop at all when she was away.

Bei Nuan took the plate gratefully and said to the guardian Lu Huangmaw, “Thank you.”

Lu Xing smiled slowly, “You’re welcome.”

Du Ruo said silently: “Cross the river and demolish the bridge.”

Lu Xingchi caught a glimpse and stared at him.

Du Ruo quickly changed the subject, “Do you two want to play Werewolf?”

Lu Xingchi asked: “How do three people play?”

“I have a way.” Du Ruo asked Bei Nuan to get out the board game card that killed the werewolves, and took three cards-a commoner, a prophet, and a wolf.

Each of the three randomly selected one, and placed it in front of him.

On the first night, the prophet quietly checked a person’s hole cards to determine whether the opponent was a civilian or a wolf.

After daybreak, everyone takes turns to speak and finally vote. If the prophet and the common people can vote out the wolf together, the good person will be considered a victory.

It’s very simple, one round will determine the outcome.

“How to punish those who lose? How about not being allowed to eat yellow throat?” Du Ruo suggested.

Want to be beautiful.

Bei Nuan pulled out a stack of post-it notes in the convenience store from the space, “Put the sticker on your face if you lose?”

In the first game, Bei Nuan drew a wolf card.

When he was contemplating confidently about how to lie and lie, Lu Xingchi glanced at her casually, “Are you a wolf?”

Bei Nuan: “…”

Bei Nuan was a wolf and never won.

He played Werewolf Killing with Lu Xingchi when he was crazy. He squeezed his cards as if he had perspective eyes.

One glance at Bei Nuan’s expression can guess that 80% of her is a good person or a wolf, and after listening to her speech, the remaining 20% ​​also came out, and never missed it.

Du Ruo was far behind.

However, he and Lu Xingchi were young and knew him well, so they were very accurate in guessing Lu Xingchi’s identity.

The problem is that there are only three people. He knows his identity and can guess Lu Xingchi’s identity. It is obvious that Bei Nuan is a good person or a wolf.

So Bei Nuan lost frantically, losing as a sticky note.

After playing for several rounds, when the hot pot was finished, Bei Nuan suddenly remembered her baby feeding system.

When Bei Nuan returned to the car, Jiang Fei was fine, and was not choked to death by the shed.

The bag of goo has completely drained.

Bei Nuan took away the empty bag, estimated his food intake, took out a new bag, tied it to the plastic rope, and twisted the lid.

Bei Nuan held the bag, remembering the description of this paragraph in the book.

The book says that she has been guarding Jiang Fei, chewing compressed biscuits and feeding him a little bit, carefully wiping the sweat off his forehead, and asked softly, “Do you want to drink water?”

Then Jiang Fei woke up. When I opened my eyes,

Saw the girl.

Her eyes were gentle, and her hands were lightly resting on his forehead. Even in the darkness, her whole body still exuded the radiance of holiness and love.

At that moment, he thought he saw an angel.

Bei Nuan imagined that scene and was moved for half a second.

However, thinking about the hot pot and the werewolf killing in his heart, the plastic mouth of the bag in his hand was resolutely poked into Jiang Fei’s mouth.

Then Jiang Fei really woke up.

He was awakened by the sensation of a foreign body in his mouth.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a bag of baby food stuffed in my mouth, the bag was still hanging from a plastic rope.

At the end of the plastic rope is a small face.

The little face was covered with yellow sticky notes.

Jiang Fei: “…”

Bei Nuan: “…”

Two people stared at each other with big eyes. :,,,