Stay with the zombie male god in the apocalypse

When he spoke, Qing frowned slightly, with a bit of reprimand in his expression, as if the gangster was really an ungrateful villain.

The gangster's eyes darkened, he couldn't understand Qing Yan at all, and finally realized that the person in front of him couldn't communicate at all.

Absurd!Unreasonable!

He hunched his back, breathed with difficulty, and his face was covered with tears.

Since the end of the world, he followed the team to burn, kill and plunder, and committed countless evil deeds. He didn't remember how many lives he had in his hands, and it's not that he didn't think that he would suffer retribution one day.

But he never expected that this retribution would make him a hundred times more desperate than his worst nightmare!

His life is in the hands of others, but he can't even see the hope of struggling for it.

He could only watch the zombie approaching his arm in horror. When the coolness came from his arm, he deeply felt the chill from the underworld, like ink falling into the water, instantly penetrating the soul.

He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to become a disgusting thing like a zombie!

"You can't do this!" The gangster's tense nerves suddenly broke, and he screamed while struggling: "Feed humans to zombies, you will go to hell! You will definitely go to hell—ah!"

Before he finished speaking, his arm, whose wrist had been severed, was directly snapped into two this time.

In the severe pain, he almost fainted, and he could faintly hear Qing Yan's indifferent voice in his roaring ears: "Say quiet, don't you understand?"

"Also, go to hell?" Qing Yan seemed to have heard some joke, wiped off the blood from the side of his face, stared at the zombie in front of him and said with a smile: "Do you know how much I want to feed myself to hell?" He eats."

The gangster was numb and completely desperate.

The strong smell of blood excited the zombies, but when the zombies were finally about to bite into the food they had dreamed of, they suddenly noticed something, and a strange grunt came out of their throats.

Then he shrunk his neck, and on his gray face, his eyebrows and nose were tightly wrinkled.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that the zombie was motionless, Qing Yan became anxious, and immediately turned his head and shouted at the gangster, "What did you do?!"

The culprit was so trembling right now that he couldn't even make a sound, how could he do anything, his face covered with tears was blank.

In the next second, the zombie turned its head abruptly, retched to the side, and then slapped the bandit's arm away in disgust.

He also gave two peeps in disgust.

Under Qing Yan's concerned eyes, the zombie smelled the gangster's hand, then smelled Qing Yan's body, opened its mouth and bit Qing Yan's arm again.

It doesn't understand what's wrong with itself, obviously these things are what it should eat, but as soon as it gets close to the body, it will instinctively reject the nausea, only the food in front of it can make it addictive to bite.

Qing Yan supported the zombie's back, all his mind was thinking about why his Amu didn't eat.

Suddenly realizing something, Qing Yan raised his head, a bit of surprise and imperceptible joy evidently added to his worried expression.

In the eyes of Wei Mu who has turned into a zombie, he seems to be special?

Look, Wei Mu doesn't eat dead bodies or fresh food, but he will bite him and get close to him!

When Qing Yan found Wei Mu who had turned into a zombie, he was more desperate and collapsed than anyone else.

In his heart, Wei Mu is the most perfect no matter what he turns into, even if he turns into a zombie.

But looking at the torn flesh on Wei Mu's body, he couldn't imagine how much pain Wei Mu had experienced before turning into a zombie.

He has always hated himself for not protecting Wei Mu well.

Even in Wei Mu's heart, he might not be worth mentioning compared to ants.

Now that he realizes that he is special to Wei Mu, Qing Yan's always gloomy heart finally has a little distorted joy.

He hugged the zombie carefully, as if he had stolen a treasure that shouldn't belong to him, with a bit of fanatical joy.

The gangsters at the side hugged his arm which had escaped with a narrow escape in fear, not understanding why the lunatic was so happy.

But soon, Qing Yan became entangled again, looking at Wei Mu who wanted to escape from his arms, he muttered: "But you can't do without eating?"

Zombies that have not eaten for a long time will rot faster, and eventually even the bones will be turned into a handful of loess and disappear.