Both men were around thirty years old, with messy hair.
The wrinkled shirt and black vest seem to belong to the glamorous white-collar workers in the past.
But at this moment, both of them had very ugly expressions, and their eyes were full of fear of the boy in clean clothes in front of them.
The man in the blue shirt gritted his teeth and said gloomily, "If I win, I can really get this big box of instant noodles, and you can let me go?"
"certainly."
"Didn't you see it before? That person successfully took the noodles and left safely."
Gao Jingyu curled his lips slightly and smiled sweetly.
The two men standing among the corpses only felt a chill on their backs and a tingling scalp.
This boy has a handsome appearance, a sweet smile, and always has a hint of innocence in his eyes, but in fact he is a complete devil.
When they, a group of brothers, saw him alone in this small hotel with several boxes of instant noodles, they had an idea.
But he didn't expect that in the end, not only did he not get the instant noodles, but he also got himself buried in it.
The man in the blue shirt seemed to have made up his mind. He looked solemnly at the man in the gray shirt on his left: "Brother, I'm sorry."
"He Yong..."
Zhang Jun didn't expect that he was really going to deal with him. He took two steps back vigilantly and secretly prepared to attack.
Two people, only one can survive
The two men no longer hesitated and soon started fighting. The only sound in the hall was the sound of fighting.
"Use some strength. Don't you want to leave alive? Don't you want instant noodles?"
Gao Jingyu, who was watching the show, was a little dissatisfied.
More than twenty minutes later, both men fell down vomiting blood.
"How can it be a lose-lose situation?"
Gao Jingyu walked over with some confusion, carefully avoiding the place where there was blood.
"That shouldn't be the case. He Yong, you are so much stronger than him. How could you lose?"
The boy pursed his lips, looking a little unhappy.
"But... since both of you are injured, I can only award you a draw in this round."
"If it's a tie, then there's no winner, no one wins, which means... you all have to die."
Before he could finish his words, the heads of the two men on the ground exploded with a bang.
The boy who blew the heads of two men without blinking an eye had already retreated far away, fearing that his blood would stain his clean white sneakers.
"Hehe, do you really think I would give you my precious face? You two are such fools, no wonder you are doing so badly."
If you are doing so badly, you will die sooner or later.
It would be better if you could give me some fun, and then you would have died a worthy death.
"Where should we go next?"
Gao Jingyu poked his finger at his unusually white little chin and tilted his head slightly. His dark eyes were full of childish innocence.
After thinking for a while, I realized there was nowhere to go.
"So boring..."
He put down his hands, his shoulders drooped, and he sat back down on the yellow leather sofa with a dejected look on his face.
"Little Qiao Qiao, where are you? Have you really turned into zombie poop?"
If it really turns into poop, how can I give you a big surprise
"It's a bit annoying..."
After someone whispered a few words, the boy stood up and slowly walked out of the inn.
Behind him, a male zombie with a crooked black suit and a bloody hole on his neck walked nimbly to the sofa, waved his hand, put the two boxes of instant noodles on the sofa into the space, and then followed him out of the small hotel.
*
In the mall, Su Qiao has found a room he likes on the fifth floor.
Probably because many places on the fifth floor have not been renovated yet, no one lives there and it's quite quiet.