Love your pet egg

Han Zheng woke up in the afternoon of the next day.

He slept in a tent, and the weather was so hot that people could be boiled. It is difficult for normal people to sleep peacefully in such a scorching heat, not to mention that he was wrapped into a mummy.

The last impression in my mind is that after he got the box of chocolates, he whistled and went to meet up with his teammates, and he wanted to take this thing back with joy. If he was happy, he might give him a kiss, even if he didn't give him a smile. It's okay...the so-called extreme joy begets sorrow, but this is the case. He is daydreaming here, and the ceiling above his head in that room is falling down.

Han Zheng was depressingly thinking about how people could be so unlucky, even if they walk a long way, countless zombies would fall on their heads and jump into their arms. This is an evil capitalistic bean curd project!

Lao Tzu's chocolate... Han Zheng suddenly opened his eyes in a hurry.

Zhang Yan and another woman had been guarding him, and they were taking turns fanning him. Seeing him open his eyes, the women said in surprise, "Captain Han, you're awake!"

Han Zheng was a little confused.

Zhang Yan then told the story of how he was sent back by his teammates after being bitten by a zombie, and then rescued by Eleven.

"You mean, Eleven saved me? Can people who were bitten by zombies be saved?" Han Zheng couldn't believe it.

"Yes Captain Han, my son was also bitten by a zombie snake, and he was rescued by Eleven. Eleven is really our patron saint! With him here, zombies are no longer scary!" Another woman couldn't hide her expression. adoration and joy.

"How did he save me?" Han Zheng's expression was serious. If Eleven can cure people who have been bitten by zombies, then he is simply the world's savior.

"We don't know about this. You and my son are in his tent. No one of us saw it, but Eleven is Superman. He must have saved you with superpowers!"

"Where is Eleven?"

"He's in his tent. He sent you out last night and went back to sleep by himself. He hasn't woken up yet...Hey, Captain Han, where are you going? You're covered in injuries..."

The two women followed Han Zheng out and found him walking towards Eleven's tent, so they hurriedly stopped them: "Captain Han, Eleven said that no one would go in to find him. We wanted to ask him to eat, but no one would come in." If you don’t go to his tent, it’s as if there’s an extra door outside, it’s amazing...so...very..."

The woman's voice drifted into the air, and he watched helplessly as Han Zheng opened the curtain of the tent and walked straight in.

Zhang Yan and the woman looked at each other, and wanted to follow in, but they seemed to have bumped into an invisible door, and they couldn't open the curtain and walk in like Han Zheng did.

"This...what's the matter?"

"Perhaps Eleven allowed Captain Han to go in, and he didn't want us to bother him. Eleven is Superman. It's not surprising that he has any magical powers." Zhang Yan sighed.

"makes sense."

The two women stopped pushing, stood at the door and shouted: "Captain Han, remember to ask Eleven to come out for dinner!" They both left.

As soon as Han Zheng came in, he took a deep breath in comfort. The tent in Eleven was very cool, as if it was completely isolated from the high temperature outside.

He didn't see the beautiful figure with thin waist, long legs and small buttocks hidden by the thin quilt in his mind. There was no one on the light gray carpet, the quilts were neatly folded, but there was a jade white... …Stone?or eggs?

Han Zheng laughed. After all, it's a child. This kind of thing is used as a toy on the bed.

He turned his gaze to the only thing in the tent that could be called furniture, a small mahogany table with an empty bowl on it, covered with a layer of bright red from the bottom to the edge of the bowl. Han Zheng picked up the bowl and sniffed lightly. After sniffing, his complexion suddenly changed.

Although the color of the material was bright, it was not like the dark red after the blood dries up, but he still smelled a fishy smell from it. This is blood, whose blood is it?

Han Zheng is a special military officer with a very high IQ and EQ. He thinks of the eleven special abilities that Chen Fang mentioned, thinks of the thunderbolt beads he hides as many as there are sand in the Ganges River, and thinks that he was bitten by a zombie and injured all over his body... …A scary but reasonable answer emerged: the bowl contained eleven's blood, and he probably drank eleven's blood!

Han Zheng's brain exploded, his eye sockets swelled, and the veins in his temples twitched wildly. Shi Shi gave him blood, and this consciousness pierced his nerves like red-hot steel needles, causing the blood all over his body to twitch. They all ran around indiscriminately, and he shouted: "Eleventh... Eleventh!"

He thought Eleven was not in the tent, so he wanted to open the curtain and rush out, but a clear and childish voice sounded in the air: "What are you doing? It's so noisy!"

Han Zheng paused, looked hesitantly at the source of the sound—the egg lying on the pillow, and he confirmed in disbelief: "Eleven? Is it you?"

After the egg finished speaking, it fell into silence. Han Zheng rushed over and held the jade-like egg in his palm, his voice trembling:

"Eleven? It's you! I can't hear you wrong! Are you in the egg, or are you the egg?"

"Put me down!" A small mouth appeared on the eggshell, which was dissatisfied and opened and closed slightly, "Don't touch my ass/butt."

This voice is very immature, clear and pleasant like a child.

Han Zheng completely ignored Eleven's protest. Instead, he held the egg in his palms and looked it over carefully. He squinted one eye interestingly, as if he wanted to see what was going on inside the eggshell. Of course, he couldn't see anything inside. can not see:

"So you are an egg, and you made those mutated chickens?"

Eleven writhed and struggled, Han Zheng held him tightly, his thin lips curled up, and the man's smile was obviously a little bit bad: "Don't move around, I have something to ask you, if you don't answer honestly, I will tell you Peel off your eggshell...hehe, little guy, are you afraid?"

"Humph!"

Eleven hummed softly. He was very tired at the moment, and he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he couldn't even transform into a human body. At this moment, he also needed Han Zheng's help.

Seeing that he stopped struggling, Han Zheng was a little disappointed. The jade-smooth eggshell felt so wonderful to the touch, and he couldn't help rubbing the eggshell with his fingertips.

"Where's your ass?"

Han Zheng's first question was very trivial, but he quickly found the answer by himself. He patted the end of the egg-shaped head, "Is this over here? Hehehe!"

Han Zheng couldn't help laughing, no wonder he thought the kid's little butt was so cute when he saw him for the first time.

"You hate it!"

Eleven said angrily, but his baby voice was really not intimidating, it just made Han Zheng laugh harder.

This little guy is the only one in heaven and earth who is so cute.