Doomsday is King Reborn

Yang Fang found the flashlight, and after turning it on, a beam of light shone on her face, startling the little girl who was holding the woolen bear.

"Wow!"

"Mom, the flashlight just took you so scary!" The little girl was a little sleepy at first, but she screamed after being surprised by Yang Fang's surprise, and she became much more energetic.

"Ha ha!"

"Not bad!"

"Your flashlight came in handy!"

"Take out the food and water first!" Wu Feng took the flashlight from Yang Fang's hand, glanced at the map hanging on the wall seemingly unintentionally, and then praised Yang Fang.

Because the light beam of this flashlight is very strong, under the light source, Wu Feng can clearly see the small characters on the map.

This is a detailed map of City H.

With it, Wu Feng can easily return to Yunshan Cement Factory.

"Ham!"

"Braised eggs!"

"And this bread!"

"Brother, the food is all junk food. As for the water source, it's bottled mineral water. Let's just eat it!" Yang Fang didn't notice that Wu Feng's attention was all on that map. A lot of packaging bags were taken out of the box.

These foods were brought back from the supermarket and convenience store near her home by her two Tibetan mastiffs.

Although the nutritional value is not high, it is enough for life saving.

"Ha ha!"

"Your food is pretty good in the last days!"

"It's better to have something to eat than nothing!" Wu Feng took a flashlight and took a random photo of Yang Fang's suitcase, and saw the types of these foods.

Indeed, compared to the canned beef and milk that Wu Feng collected before, these things can be called rubbish.

But if compared to the meals of the survivors in the Yunshan Cement Factory, this is already delicious.

The three of them were sitting at the cashier to eat, the shutter door was pulled down, and two Tibetan mastiffs were lying at the door, they were not greedy.

Because, compared to these breads and hams, they prefer to eat the brains of those zombies.

2 Fifty Chapters of Sleepless Night

This meal was eaten very quickly, because it was all junk food like ham and bread, Wu Feng just swallowed the jujubes wholeheartedly to fill his stomach.

Yang Fang was not bad either, but the seven-year-old daughter ate with relish.

A child of her age still likes to eat snacks.

Taking snacks for meals is definitely not a problem.

And he gets sleepy when he's full, and sleeps when he's sleepy, which is a typical pampered little man.

In the bookstore, maybe the boss installed a spring bed in a cubicle for the convenience of night watch here. Watching Yang Fang hug the little daughter up and put her clothes on to lie down, Wu Feng naturally wouldn't fight with the mother and daughter again. The only bed.

Anyway, he wants to practice Yuannengjue, it doesn't matter if he is lying down or sitting.

Simply sit on the boss chair in the cash register and start to restore the depleted energy factor in the body.

Yang Fang hugged her little girl and looked at her daughter's peaceful face after falling asleep, but she couldn't fall asleep anyway. As a woman, she didn't think it was strange that Wu Feng gave up the bed to their mother and daughter, on the contrary I keep imagining in my mind what the future will be like.

Trapped at home before, unable to see other living people, Yang Fang was tortured by loneliness and silence.

But now lying on this narrow spring bed, Yang Fang began to feel that it was not bad to linger at home again.

At the very least, there are comfortable beds, clean walls and floors at home.

No matter how bad it is, it will not be as simple as this small bookstore.

That's how people are, always greedy.

I want to take all the benefits back to myself.

This night, Yang Fang was lying on this strange and narrow spring bed, destined to be a sleepless night, she even wanted to talk to Wu Feng after the little girl fell asleep.

With the pressure accumulated in her heart for so long, she needed to find a vent.

But thinking of the lonely man and widow in the middle of the night, Yang Fang finally restrained herself.

She believed that Wu Feng's character was one thing, but if she, a protruding and backward-looking Yujie, offered to send her to the door, Wu Feng would not be tempted, then it would be abnormal.

At night, there will always be some wonderful feelings.

At Yang Fang's age, she also needs a man to comfort her, but she is definitely not a casual woman.

Perhaps Wu Feng has the ability to survive in the last days, which is an advantage that many men do not have, but this does not mean that Yang Fang will have a relationship with such a man who does not even know the details of his name.

overnight time.

For some it is torment.

For some it is hopelessness.

Or, for some, the expansion of ambition and greed.

However, this night was an unusual one for Wu Feng. As soon as he entered the state of practicing Yuan Neng Jue, he completely forgot about himself and himself.

In my mind, only Yuan Neng Jue's entire secret method flows.

The rhythm of breathing, the rhythm of life, this is something that can fascinate people.

It is also something that can make people refined and extraordinary without knowing it.

"Crack, click!" At some point, it was dawn.

A gleam of light came in from the gap in the rolling shutter door, shining on Wu Feng's face, causing his eyelashes to move slightly and his eyes to open.

The primordial energy factor in the body was fully recovered after a night of practice.

Moreover, Wu Feng faintly noticed that his own strength was still improving.

This is the mystery of Yuan Neng Jue and human potential.

Every time you wander between life and death, every time you push your potential to the limit, you can enhance your strength.