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ICP filing number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet publishing qualification certificate: Xinchu Wangcheng (Xiang) No. 11 Internet culture business license: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129
Jiujiu raised her head and looked at Eighteen in surprise.
She didn't expect Eighteen to take her out. She just asked, "What are the experimental materials?"
The corners of Eighteen's mouth curled up as she said coldly, "You'll know tomorrow."
Jiujiu rolled around on the bed excitedly, as if she had won five million yuan in joy.
Early the next morning, Jiujiu floated to Eighteen's bedroom and woke her up.
Eighteen had been processing experimental data last night and fell asleep in the early morning. She was woken up by Jiujiu a few hours after she fell asleep. She was in a bad mood.
His face, which was so pale that it was almost transparent, was obviously angry. He frowned slightly and looked at Jiujiu without any warmth in his eyes. "If you can't give me an exact reason, I believe that you will definitely like formalin and concentrated sulfuric acid!"
When she heard Eighteen mention formalin, Jiujiu's expression froze for a moment. After a while, she returned to normal. She shook her head and floated above Eighteen. She couldn't hide her joy. "You said you would take me out to find experimental materials today. When are we leaving?"
"…"
For the first time, Eighteen experienced the feeling of moving a brick and smashing it on his own foot.
But he regretted that he didn't use his newly developed glass that could isolate the soul to wrap the room.
"Are you going back on your word?" Jiujiu was a little anxious when Eighteen didn't respond for a long time. She floated above Eighteen and looked at Eighteen in the eyes.
Jiujiu had been here for a long time. Every day, except for Eighteen, there were zombies that died tragically. If he didn't get out soon, he would doubt how long he had been here.
Eighteen closed her eyes with a headache and reached out to rub her eyebrows. For the first time, she felt that she must have been so bored that she brought Jiujiu back to harm her.
"I won't go back on my word. You go out first, I need to get dressed!"
Jiujiu puffed up her cheeks and turned her head away awkwardly. Obviously, she didn't believe Eighteen.
Seeing that Jiujiu is unwilling to leave, Eighteen stretches out her arms from the quilt and sits up.
The white quilt slid down her shoulders, and the prominent collarbone under her neck was even more alluring against her jade-like skin, fully demonstrating the word 'seductive'.
Before Eighteen's quilt slid down to her hip bone, Jiujiu covered her nose and floated out of the room at the speed of light like a wolf.
Eighteen looks at Jiujiu's back with pity. He wants Jiujiu to continue watching, but it's a pity that Jiujiu doesn't support him!
Really!
Too much!
It's two hours later when Eighteen finishes washing up.
To Eighteen's satisfaction, Jiujiu didn't come to harass him during these two hours.
Sitting on the milky white sofa, Eighteen is drinking the egg shredded porridge cooked by the robot comfortably.
The porcelain white bowl is steaming, and a piece of black transparent century egg floats out of the sticky rice grains from time to time. When the spoon is stirred, the tempting aroma is spread far away with the flow of the air.
Jiujiu sits opposite Eighteen. She sniffs but can't smell anything. Seeing that Eighteen is enjoying the egg shredded porridge, Jiujiu sticks out her tongue and licks her lower lip. She looks at Eighteen covetously and asks, "Is it good?"
Eighteen swallows the porridge in her mouth and slowly picks up a tissue to wipe the corner of her mouth. Then, she looks up at Jiujiu and says slowly, "It's good! Do you want to drink it? "
Jiujiu instantly burst into tears. Damn it, you bully me because I'm a ghost and can't eat!
Seeing Jiujiu burst into tears, Eighteen, who has taken revenge, picks up the sandwich on the table with satisfaction and takes a bite.
Hmm, the sandwich this morning is really good!
After finishing the breakfast, Eighteen takes Jiujiu, who looks like a frosted eggplant, out to look for the test subjects in high spirits.
Jiujiu thought that she woke up a day or two ago, but when she is taken out by Eighteen and sees the zombies running in the streets and alleys, Jiujiu feels a little uncomfortable.
She slept until the outbreak of the virus. The worst thing is that she is just a ghost. She can't even call Little White and Steamed Bun, let alone develop an antidote. Jiujiu is so sad that she becomes a little bit listless.
Just like women like strong men, Eighteen likes strong zombies. The stronger they are, the more challenging they are, the more she likes them.
Of course, if they are evolved, it will be even better.
According to the zombie detector, there is a level-2 speed-type evolved zombie 30 miles north of where they live.
Looking at the result on the zombie detector, Eighteen's chestnut-colored eyes shines with excitement. She unconsciously sticks her tongue out of her mouth and licks her lips.
It has only been half a month since the outbreak of the apocalypse. Level-1 zombies are hard to come by, let alone level-2 zombies which are more advanced.
It is like comparing a car to a tank.
Eighteen gets in the car and turns on the navigation system. She starts the autopilot mode and drives straight towards the level-2 speed-type zombie.
Looking at the dilapidated buildings on both sides of the road, she estimates that it is about time.
Eighteen bends down and takes out a silver-white suitcase from under the seat. She skillfully enters the password and presses her fingerprint.
With a click, the suitcase turns into a table with all kinds of pistols on it, like a robot in a Transformer.
Eighteen's white and slender fingers slide back and forth on the pistols. She looks at the weapons on the table and frowns, thinking about the cost-performance ratio and the attack power of the level-2 speed-type zombie that they are about to face.
After thinking for a while, Eighteen takes out a palm-sized silver-white automatic pistol. She takes out the corresponding medicine from her pocket and puts it into the pistol.
She closes the suitcase and throws it at her feet. Then, she closes her eyes and continues to rest.
When they arrive at their destination, the level-2 speed-type zombie that Eighteen is thinking about is fighting!
At this time, the one fighting the level-2 speed-type zombie is a girl with fair skin, a beautiful waist, and long legs.
Her long black hair is softly draped behind her head. Even in an intense battle, it doesn't look messy. Her palm-sized face is getting more and more rosy because of the sufficient exercise. She is like an apple in autumn, which makes people drool.
It is a pity that the girl is still very bad.
Thus, the trashy female lead met the awesome zombie lord, and the ending was as simple as 1 + 1.
She and her team were one-sidedly abused.
However, just when the girl and her team are about to reach their limit, Eighteen appears.
Just like how Ultraman saves the world every time he descends, Eighteen's arrival saves the female lead and her team.
Eighteen casually stands in front of Liu Xu. Not only does he protect Liu Xu and her team, but he also prevents them from coming into contact with the precious experiment subject zombie king.
Eighteen looks forward through her thin glasses. Sharp teeth, hard skin, and that enchanting speed. The level-2 speed-type zombie is really a perfect test subject.
Eighteen only feels that the blood in her body is trembling with excitement. This feeling didn't last long before it is extinguished by a small wound on the level-2 speed-type zombie.
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