But the man didn't have any protective equipment, so he directly hugged the girl in his arms.
Jiang Yu took a deep breath. Although the news was shocking, she also understood what not to say. "I can only keep her body for five years at most."
Han Beimo looked at the person in his arms with gentle eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "It's okay, this is enough."
Five years, a little longer than he thought.
When Jiang Yu went out, she took off her clothes, feeling unstoppable horror in her heart.
She felt that although Young Master Han looked normal, in fact he was already abnormal.
The base is still the same as before. People only know that Han Shao's lover fell ill and died unexpectedly, but they don't know the twists and turns.
Jiang Jian was very afraid that Young Master Han would be infected with the virus. Every time he tried to persuade him frightenedly, he remained silent in the end.
Because the man only said one sentence, "If I get infected, you will bury us together."
Five years is neither too long nor too short.
Han Beimo is already in his thirties, and the women in the base have countless thoughts every day. After all, one step can reach the sky, and no one has an idea.
But when a drugged woman was thrown into the crowd of zombies, they all stopped that thing, let alone the resurgence, and dared not even mention it.
Those who knew the truth thought that the body was rotting and buried, including Jiang Jian.
Han Beimo moved the thing, and the cabinet in front of him moved away, revealing the scene behind him.
Probably no one would have thought that there was another room behind Young Master Han's room.
He walked in. If the people in the base were here, they would be shocked.
Because since a few years ago, Young Master Han didn't smile very much, he was so cold that he didn't seem human at all.
But now, his brows and eyes are extremely gentle.
"Mianmian."
The man's low and gentle voice sounded.
Bang bang.
The person whose hands and feet were shackled... maybe it shouldn't be called a human being, the skin on his body was obviously rotten, his eyes were white, his face was grim, and a low roar came from his throat.
This is a zombie that humans are all too familiar with in the last days.
Han Bei sighed imperceptibly, hugged him like a treasure, and said helplessly, "I'm always so misbehaving. Fortunately, the sound insulation is very good, otherwise my brother would have a headache."
The zombie struggled, but was held tightly. It tilted its head, trying to bite the man's flesh and blood, its eyes full of ferocity and greed.
Han Beimo smiled and said, "Want to eat?"
The zombie roared and struggled.
"Don't move, let my brother hug you." Han Beimo sniffed the other person's hair lightly, and frowned slightly, "It stinks again, it's time to take a bath."
He smiled, "I know you usually like to be clean the most."
The zombie is just a low-level zombie, no matter how it moves, it can't bite the flesh and blood of this person.
Han Beimo fetched water.
The zombie didn't cooperate very much this time, because it was so anxious that it couldn't eat the flesh and blood of this person every time.
The water splashed all over the place, all over the house.
The smile on the man's face faded, his eyes gradually lost their warmth as he looked at the zombie.
The cold ice blade pierced the zombie's chest, opening a big hole.
It struggled and crawled unwillingly, its white eyeballs greedily looked at the opposite person, as if it wanted to bite.
Han Beimo sighed, "You know what? I wanted to eat it for you."
He smiled, and when he mentioned that person, his eyes became extremely gentle, "But I regret it again, you are not my Mianmian."
"Because Mianmian... likes to be clean the most."
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