Half an hour later, Ji Lang came in angrily carrying a watermelon knife full of smelly blood.
His clothes were dirty, there was a cut on his shoulder, and the down inside flew out.
Feng Momo handed him a towel to wipe his face, and gave him a bottle of mineral water.
Immediately afterwards, the twenty or so people who were cleaning up the zombies outside the door came back, but the situation was a little weird.
A man arched his back slightly, glanced at Ji Lang and quickly looked away, while others seemed to be deliberately keeping their distance from him.
Li Yuwei snatched the towel that Ji Lang had used, turned it over to the clean side, wiped his face, and said angrily, "A man who is not even as good as a woman knows how to scream.
He deserves it."
You were pushed, who made you feel bad?
You are lucky this time, you don’t know how you will die next time.”
Feng Momo understood that Ji Lang saved him, but he pushed Ji Lang out to act as a shield.
Qiang Qingtian unsheathed.
Everyone was stunned by Feng Momo's actions.
The woman was tall and thin, with a body that could fall over in the wind, but her steps were as firm as a mountain, as strong as a hurricane, no one dared to resist.
The long knife was pointed directly at the man's throat.
Feng Momo's cold voice sounded like it came from hell, "Are you afraid of death?"
"You, what are you going to do?"
The man stepped back, his legs and hands were trembling, but as he took a step back, Feng Momo took a step forward, the tip of the knife was still less than two fingers away from his throat, "Are you crazy?"
I am a human being and I am not infected.
Killing someone is illegal."
"Are you afraid of death?"
It was the same thing again.
The man hit the shelf with a bang and had no way out.
"You, what on earth do you want to do?
What do you want to do?"
This time, Feng Momo was too lazy to speak.
The tip of the knife was a double-edged blade, and he gently lifted his jaw.
The slight sting made the man almost fall to the ground, and he almost used up all his remaining strength to shout, "I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid of death."
Feng Momo curled up his lips, patted the man's cheek with the blade and said, "I'll give you two choices, leave by yourself, or I'll drain your blood and throw you out."
As soon as the words fell, a pin drop could be heard in Nuo Da's space.
No one even doubted Feng Momo's words.
They all felt that this woman was definitely serious.
The man looked at Feng Momo with horrified eyes.
He wanted to shout, but he didn't dare.
He could feel the sharpness of the blade even without seeing it with his own eyes.
Anyone with a brain will make the right choice.
If he goes out on his own, he still has a chance of survival.
If he is bled and thrown out by this woman, he will die without a complete body.
Everyone present was shocked.
No one else needed to tell what was going on outside.
They all saw it.
Letting this timid man go out was tantamount to pushing him to a dead end.
It would be his luck to survive.
In fact, even if there are so many people going out to clean up the zombies, only a few of them will actually take action.
The reason why they go out with the large army is because they don’t want to be looked down upon by everyone, let alone be abandoned because of their cowardice.
They all know that today Times are different from the past, and it is hard to see a living Lei Feng in a peaceful society, let alone a life-and-death situation.
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Even if they felt that Feng Momo's actions were a bit excessive, no one dared to refute them.
After all, they were all afraid of death.
No one could protect themselves.
If they were in Jilang's position, they would still be able to escape unscathed.
In this way, the man shrouded in the aura of death walked out dejectedly.
Fortunately, all the zombies nearby had been cleared away.
He was safe for the time being.
This was his luck.
Ji Lang watched Feng Momo sheath the knife handsomely and neatly, and his eyes were moved like stars.
He had heard from his brother that Sister Momo had learned martial arts from her grandmother since she was a child, but he had never seen it, and because of that With Zhang Rourou's weak face, soft voice, and slender body, he always thought that Sister Momo was a little white flower who needed everyone to take care of her, but this image It's too deceptive
Feeling Ji Lang's fiery gaze, Feng Momo looked at him, "Is there a problem?"
Ji Lang came over excitedly, with a smile on his face like a large pet dog, and said flatteringly, "Sister Momo, you are so powerful and reliable.
My brother is actually worried about you.
You are obviously the weakest.
Hey, sister Momo, please teach me, you were so handsome and cool when you wielded the knife just now, I want to learn."
As he said this, the watermelon knife in his hand was shaken wildly.
Feng Momo rummaged through her all-purpose backpack, pulled out a men's down jacket, bright blue, and threw it to Ji Lang.
After Ji Lang changed his clothes, he once again worshiped the gods, and almost knelt down to pour tea and worship his master.
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the direction upstairs, probably the third floor.
Li Na opened her big eyes and nervously approached Feng Momo, "Yes, it's Xue Meiqi."
"You stay, Ji Lang, and come up with me to have a look."
Feng Momo put on his backpack, held Qingtian in his hand, and ran towards the teleportation elevator first.
The third floor sells women's clothing, mostly designer clothes.
When they found Xue Meiqi, she was being pinned to the ground and being eaten by a zombie, and she had completely lost her breath.
The zombie is the sixth infected person.
The zombie turned around when he heard the sound.
His eyes were cloudy and gray, his face was pale and green, and pieces of rotten flesh were lingering.
He roared demonstratively, his fangs were sharp, and his mouth was full of blood, accompanied by fishy saliva dripping.
Before the zombie could straighten up, Qingtian had already unsheathed it, the blade flashed with cold light, and the zombie's head fell to the ground.
"Take care of that."
Feng Momo shook off the non-existent blood on Qingtian's body and returned it to the sheath.
Ji Lang looked at the corpse full of intestines on the ground and suppressed the feeling of vomiting, "Sister Momo, isn't this, isn't it already dead?"
Feng Momo suddenly smiled strangely, "Jilang, why don't you stay here and watch over her, and tell me your choice in half an hour."
Ji Lang couldn't help but shudder, why is Sister Momo so scary?
Suddenly thinking of something, Ji Lang turned pale and said, "Sister Momo, you mean, in half an hour, she will turn into a zombie and stand up again."
Feng Momo looked at the clothes scattered on the floor and smiled sarcastically.
In the apocalypse, who would wear these high-end dresses?
She would not feel that Xue Meiqi's death was related to her.
In the apocalypse, there is no need to feel guilty.
If a person does not have a sense of crisis and self-knowledge, it is better to die early and be relieved.
"Quickly solve it, let's go find some more things, we will need them in the future."
With that, he walked to the store next door.
She had just collected a lot of cotton-padded clothes and down jackets, but left the other clothes untouched.
Thinking about Ji Chen, Ji Lang and Ji Qing, she might as well prepare more.
Looking at Feng Momo's back without hesitation, Ji Lang grimaced.
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He found that dead bodies are more frightening than zombies.
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