"Why? Why? Why did this happen?" Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to cry, but looked at Yang Ke'er who was having fun on the platform, he was depressed and tangled.
Yesterday's waist injury is now very good, but the strength and agility have not improved much. After trying it, it can barely increase by 20 to 30%. In other words, the strength can be compared with the d-type zombie, and the agility can be compared with the s-type zombie.
But what's the use? In the past, killing the d-type and killing the s-type was the same as killing Xiaoqiang. Isn't it a dish when encountering d2? It's the same even if you meet a mutant beast, so why not be a crazy cowboy again
Zhang Xiaoqiang was still complaining about himself, why did Yang Keer, that little girl transform into Popeye, become an unbeatable Xiaoqiang? Why is it that the little girl just got a good night's sleep and got strength out of thin air after taking a few times of tuba, and she became Xiaoqiang after being tortured to death? There is also the side effect of starving to death when injured!
"Could it be that my name is unlucky!" Zhang Xiaoqiang wondered, "It's all because of "Tang Bohu Spotting Autumn Fragrance"" Several invisible clouds hovered around him, full of resentment!
"Alas! Ah!" Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed deeply. There was no other way but to do this. No matter how bad the name was, it was still obtained by his parents. No matter what, they have accompanied him for more than 30 years. The blow made me unable to hold my head up for more than ten years. But it can be regarded as living up to now, those old classmates and girls have now become zombies!
"Uncle, don't sigh anymore! Don't worry, I will protect you!" Yang Ke'er walked over and said proudly, the little girl raised her head high, her eyes seemed to be aiming at the top of the cave, and her small chest also stood out. The little quail egg was also tightly stretched by the camouflage uniform.
"..." Zhang Xiaoqiang became even more depressed when he looked at Yang Ke'er, who looked proud like a little peacock.
"Don't worry, uncle, in the future, whoever wants to bully you, I will beat him, and whoever you want to bully, I will bully him together with you." Yang Ke'er patted the quail eggs on his chest and assured Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"It's interesting! Finally, it's not in vain, and I have a conscience!" Zhang Xiaoqiang felt better, and then he thought about it: "Isn't it a soft meal?"
The man's self-esteem dispelled the idea of relying on the little girl in the future.
"Give you a little smile and you will treat it as love, and give you a little sunshine and you will treat it as brilliance? See what you look like now? Have you done today's practice?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang put on the face of an elder and taught the little girl who was a little ignorant.
"What, now that my strength has grown, I can let go of some exercises!"
Yang Ke'er was upset, and said timidly.
"Is the ant stronger than a cat? What's your attitude now? Is your tail raised?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang reprimanded Yang Ke'er, with an expression of hating iron but not steel all over his face.
Yang Ke'er took a long time to practice and muttered: "No matter how much you train, an ant can't beat a cat! I'm uneducated, and I don't know how to use metaphors!"
"What are you muttering about? Don't think I can't hear you! Why don't you go quickly?" Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly yelled behind Yang Ke'er!
"I didn't say anything! I'm so annoying, I don't look like an uncle now, I look like an aunt." Yang Ke'er brandished the horn gun with rebar as the body for assassination practice.
"Little boy, play with me?" Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little complacent, it seems that the saying that those who work hard to manage others is not bad! Then I started to feel melancholy again. If a man can't hide under a woman's skirt, he will cock up.
Zhang Xiaoqiang cheered himself up, and began to recall the details of the day before yesterday, "The glass of rain water that the little girl drank was 80% full! The glass I drank was 50% full. Could it be that the portion did not meet the standard?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought he had found a reason to be excited ran to the bucket.
"Why is there no response? I don't want to sleep, I don't want to get a tuba, I don't feel anything?" Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the bed with a roll of toilet paper and waited for a response, but the reality was cruel, and there was no reaction at all!
"Is it only effective for women?" Zhang Xiaoqiang was very painful, it was the pain of seeing that he was not as good as a woman.
"Is it only effective for the first time?" Zhang Xiaoqiang was very bored, a boredom of being overwhelmed by a woman.
Machismo is the only idea Zhang Xiaoqiang believes in, and he has fought for it all his life. He had no chance before, but now he finally tastes the pleasure and feeling of being a big man in Yang Keer. But was hit by the reality now.
"It's not easy being a man, especially being a tough man!" Zhang Xiaoqiang kept expressing emotion.
"Hey, ha, and, ha!" Yang Ke'er seriously practiced assassination on the platform, sweat kept oozing from her forehead, and slid down her cheeks to her chin, shining brightly. Action drips.
Zhang Xiaoqiang stared blankly at Yang Keer's practice, and gave up on the weird rainwater. He was sure that the effect of rainwater on the human body was only effective for the first time. Like Yang Keer's great strength and beauty, Zhang Xiaoqiang only got it. The beauty effect, although the strength and speed have also been improved, compared with Yang Ke'er, it is negligible.
"In the apocalypse, you can't rely on your appearance!" Zhang Xiaoqiang is very disapproving of how young he is, even if he has plastic surgery, he still can't meet the standard of a handsome boy, and besides, there is no rich woman in the apocalypse!
Rain is a good thing. The first rain was completely different from this time. The first rain made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel like an Eighth Route Army soldier being tortured by the Japanese army. Even that little rain almost made him confess.
The second time the rain felt more like slimming tea, except that the chrysanthemum was not feeling well, everything else was fine, and it was fine to drink a big cup, which seemed to be a good medicine for human beings.
"Baby!" After Zhang Xiaoqiang figured it out, he saw that there was still half a bucket of rainwater, and he was a little happy, so he put it away first anyway.
Looking at the rainwater that is mostly filled with plastic pots, I feel that there is not enough rainwater. I can keep it for my son if I don’t use it!
Thinking of his son Zhang Xiaoqiang, he sighed again: "I don't know where the fuck is my son?" Little girl? Just her white board figure? Not considered for now.
There is never too much good stuff, Zhang Xiaoqiang was carrying a big bucket and was about to pick up some more. Seeing the sweating Yang Keer, the god of otaku descended on him again. If you can lie down, don’t sit down, if you can’t exert yourself, then don’t exert yourself.”
"Anyway, she has great strength, so it's useless!" Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't realize that he was using child labor at all. He greeted Yang Ke'er and walked towards the entrance of the cave with two large plastic pots.
"Bang Dang" the plastic bucket fell to the ground and turned a few times before rolling to one side.
"Oh! The sun is out! I haven't seen the sun for a long time!" Yang Ke'er stood under the sun and cheered.
Nearly four months after the end of the world, the sky was gloomy, and the obscure clouds were reluctant to give even a little more light, making the world even more desolate. Now that the rain has stopped, the sun has come out, and the golden light is scattered on the earth, shining a golden yellow.
The warm sunshine shone on Zhang Xiaoqiang's body, but his heart felt a little chilly: "Could it be that a man will really be unlucky if he touches that thing? Why doesn't everything go well?"
Seeing Yang Ke'er cheering in the sun, Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind flashed a children's book he had read somewhere: "Grandpa Sun is out, and the little girl is smiling in the sun!"