I made a fortune from plastic surgery

Liu Jun showed some impatience towards Xie Yubei's silence, his face became dark, as if cast a shadow.

"Alive, I want to live." Xie Yubei's eyes darkened, and the wound on his thigh was aching. He must live and seek revenge on the person who brought him to death.

Seemingly not surprised by Xie Yubei's answer, Liu Jun sat up cross-legged from the green leather plush couch.

"I don't support idlers here, and your behavior a few days ago has seriously damaged my business." Liu Jun took advantage of the slightly dim light in the library to study Xie Yubei carefully.

The low-browed and pleasing-eyed appearance is extraordinarily flattering, which makes Liu Jun's tone not mean.

Xie Yubei thought of the letter left by Q, and recalled for a moment: "I am very useful..."

He has lived alone in the apocalypse for nearly ten years, and his skills are almost full, and nothing can stop him.

Liu Jun thought for a while, and his eyes fell on the book behind Xie Yubei - "Plant Planting Guide", and blurted out: "Can you farm?"

Xie Yubei: "?"

farming?

He hadn't heard these two words for many years. Since the end of the world, food shortage has become the biggest problem for human survival. Although scientists have cultivated new high-yield varieties, the scarcity of land can't solve the food and clothing of survivors at all.

Xie Yubei also couldn't figure out why a zombie who preys on people would ask such a question, and at this moment, the person had to bow his head under the eaves of the zombie, but Xie Yubei still bit the bullet and responded: "Yes, I planted it when I was a child. "

"What kind of flower? Roses?"

Xie Yubei took Liu Jun's words: "A little bit."

But why roses?

And this answer made Liu Jun's tone a little excited, he raised his hand to touch Xie Yubei's shoulder, saw the specks of dust on his shoulder, and withdrew his hand again: "Very good, you are in charge of the planting base NO. 12 greenhouses."

After speaking, he took out a blue suit from the box beside him, with the number 013 printed on the chest.

"Your work clothes, don't take them off if you have nothing to do."

Xie Yubei took the blue suit, and a smell similar to Liu Jun's body came over the surface, overpowering the smell of books in the room, Xie Yubei looked up at Liu Jun, with guard in his eyes: "I want to borrow A few books."

"It's up to you." Liu Jun waved his hand, went back to sleep on the couch, and said to Xie Yubei who was picking up the book: "No drawing, no corner bending, no defacement, or I will bite off your fingers."

Xie Yubei's movement of picking books froze. He listened to Liu Jun's weak tone and thought about Liu Jun's sharp canine teeth. His movement of picking books became cautious.

When Xie Yubei left the library with a stack of books in his arms, Liu Jun suddenly opened his eyes, hoping that the rescued humans would surprise him.

Sure enough, three days later, the surprise arrived as promised.

Liu Jun walked into a room full of disposable items with a cold face, and looked impatiently at the zombies in the consultation room.

There were a few rags hanging from the zombie's body, and there was a huge opening in its chest, with black and smelly internal organs falling into its stomach.

"Say, what's the matter."

The zombies didn't dare to look Liu Jun in the eye, and spread the word cautiously.

Liu Jun frowned, how could this zombie know of Xie Yubei's existence, and even described Xie Yubei's facial features so clearly, and rejected its request straight away: "No, I will keep it for use."

The zombie raised his hand and gestured, with fear rolling in his throat.

"It's not negotiable." Liu Jun turned to leave the consulting room, but the zombie grabbed the corner of his white clothes with one hand.

A vein popped on Liu Jun's forehead: "What does it matter to me whether you die or not? Go back and tell your boss, don't worry about other people's face every day, why don't you just come to me to sew its wounds and plastic surgery, and I will give him a discounted price. "

Liu Jun looked at the dirty corners of his clothes, took off his coat, and pinched the back of the zombie's neck: "Since you're here, I'll sew it for you."

The zombie was frightened and wanted to retreat, but Liu Jun was in full swing, and was dragged into the operating room by Liu Jun.

The zombie stared at the ceiling above his head, and heard the sound of needles passing through the body from time to time.

"You're done." Liu Jun patted the face of the zombie brother, "Why are you crying, other zombies are lining up to beg me for plastic surgery, I'll do it for you for free, don't you appreciate it?"

Looking at the scalpel in Liu Jun's hand, the zombie had no choice but to hold back the tears in his eyes.

"Send a message to Lu Jiuheng, if you don't have anything to do, come and provoke me. If it delays my business, I don't mind giving it a '**'."

Sending away Lu Jiuheng's little brother, Liu Jun's mood was very confused at the moment. He owed Lu Jiuheng a favor, and began to seriously consider whether to destroy Xie Yubei's face?

For humans, life is more important than face, isn't it?

Liu Jun changed into clean clothes, after Lu Jiuheng's younger brother's visit, Liu Jun lost his mind to sleep, and took the big golden retriever to the NO.12 greenhouse.

As soon as the door of the shed was opened, the big golden retriever immediately flew to Xie Yubei's side, its golden tail spinning like a propeller, and rushed towards Xie Yubei.

At that time, Xie Yubei was sitting on a wooden bench studying books, his whole body seemed to be tainted with a bookish air, weak and weak, he was caught off guard by the sudden pounce of the golden retriever, and the book in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Just about to pick it up, I noticed a shadow falling on it.

"How are the roses?"

Xie Yubei was still not familiar with getting along with high-level zombies, so he immediately picked up the books. He naturally knew how much Liu Jun cherished these books, so he said stiffly: "It's not very good, the soil here is not suitable for growing roses."

There are a hundred boxes of soil in the greenhouse, each of which is filled with low-quality soil, and many boxes contain broken bricks and glass.

In addition, most of the rose seeds Liu Jun gave him were old ones. He buried the seeds in four boxes, but not a single sprout emerged in three days. , immediately shut up, waiting for Liu Jun to speak.

It's just that Liu Jun seemed to like looking at his face very much, and his piercing gaze was always lingering on Xie Yubei's face.

Xie Yubei talked for a long time, but Liu Jun only replied: "Oh."

When not undergoing surgery, Liu Jun would take off his gold-rimmed glasses, but the corners of his eyes that should have been attractive were cold.

Xie Yubei couldn't figure out what Liu Jun meant, so he asked tentatively: "There is red-silk sandy soil by the Qinghe River in Lucheng, maybe it will be helpful for growing roses?"

But Liu Jun answered the question inappropriately: "Has anyone ever said that your face is a scourge?"

These words made Xie Yubei's face change, as if he had been poked into a sore foot, he turned his head to fiddle with the rose seeds in the yellow box, and the veins in his hand pinching the box bulged.

As Liu Jun said, in the last days, this skin is indeed a disaster for Xie Yubei, and it is also one of the reasons why he has been acting alone all year round. Those who live and cooperate with him will either exclude him more or treat him as a A delicate flower is protected.

Even if Xie Yubei became the most intimidating presence in the base, there were always people making fun of his face.

"I'll get you the soil. You concentrate on working in the greenhouse. After you recover from your injury, you leave here." Liu Jun didn't have the heart to appease Xie Yubei, and he didn't plan to keep Xie Yubei for a long time.

The beautiful Xie Yubei was also a scourge to him.

Liu Jun led a small group of zombies to the Qinghe River in Lucheng with iron buckets and shovels, which was Lu Jiuheng's territory.

"Small movements."

The zombie brothers answered yes in a low voice.

Liu Jun stood on the side of the river bed. Because of the winter, the river was full of withered weeds and bare branches. He shoveled the shovel into the soil, as if hitting a hard stone. The red soil had become permafrost.

When the sun went down, Liu Jun looked at the small half bucket of red soil and shook his head, it was really difficult to dig.

"Long time no see, Liu Jun." Liu Jun paused while digging, and raised his head expressionlessly.

"Lu Jiuheng."

The zombie standing opposite Liu Jun didn't know whose face it was. It was seven or eight centimeters taller than Liu Jun. It raised its pointed chin and mocked Liu Jun: "Aren't you a clean freak? Why do you dig the soil yourself? You're not afraid of getting dirty." your hand?"

"Talk too much." Liu Jun choked on Lu Jiuheng. He had never liked Lu Jiuheng. This zombie not only liked to hunt and kill humans, but it was also obsessed with enjoying the desperate wails of humans.

Liu Jun was once invited to watch a so-called feast in Lu Jiuheng's mouth.

The feast was held in the ruins. It was said to be a ruin, but it was actually a sunken floor, with layers of blood stains inside, staining the walls dark red.

A young woman covered in dirt was put in a cage, and several zombies screamed through the iron net, trying to stretch out their teeth and claws towards the woman.

The woman's submissive appearance made Lu Jiuheng tear off her long and pointed nails irritably, and muttered, "It doesn't look like it."

Liu Jun was accustomed to Lu Jiuheng's nervousness. He ignored Lu Jiuheng's ugly face and left the ruins. He never accepted Lu Jiuheng's invitation again.

Lu Jiuheng didn't care about Liu Jun's bad temper. He touched his skin, and a slight rancid smell penetrated into its nostrils, and threw a condition to Liu Jun who was still digging.

"Give that human to me, exchange it at equal value, and I will satisfy one of your requirements."

Liu Jun naturally knew that the human beings that Lu Jiuheng was talking about were Xie Yubei, so he took over Lu Jiuheng's words: "You mean what you say?"

Lu Jiuheng saw that there was something going on, and took advantage of the victory to pursue: "Today, I'll go to the crazy woman to get you something?"

The crazy woman Lu Jiuheng was talking about was another zombie boss, Kong Yuyuan. That zombie didn't have any special likes and dislikes. He held a lot of resources in his hands, and often used them to set traps to seduce humans.

Liu Jun and Lu Jiuheng also often deal with it, and they have never gotten a bargain, and they lose their skin every time they make a deal.

"Rose, I want roses."

Lu Jiuheng laughed suddenly, his cheeks were dislocated.

"What kind of expression will that human being know that he is inferior to a few roses?"

Liu Jun pinched his earlobe and gave Lu Jiuheng a look: "I want a hundred."

one hundred?Lu Jiuheng couldn't laugh anymore, and remembered that the zombie who provided the information described the appearance of the human in a hype, Lu Jiuheng's heart broke.

"One hundred is one hundred, and the delivery will be by the river tomorrow night." In order to change a fresh and beautiful face, Lu Jiuheng fought hard.

When Liu Jun came back from the river with a group of zombie boys carrying red soil, Xie Yubei had already transferred the slightly sprouting roses into small flower pots.

Xie Yubei held the flower pot in one hand, and stroked the tail of the big golden retriever with the other. The person and the dog stretched their bodies watching the tender green buds squeaking.

And Liu Jun noticed Xie Yubei's shivering shoulders from the cold, and tilted his head slightly. Human beings are really fragile creatures, and he has to bear the pain to give up.

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