Chapter 1111 I like what you gave me

   Stop, I can't keep thinking about it, something will happen if I think about it.

  Yin Ze's ability to observe details is as good as Mu Jing's, so that Zhou Qiyang didn't dare to continue to think about it at all. If he sees something, he is really worried about his own life.

   When he didn't want to be 'oppressed' by Mujing at all, he had to be 'struck' by Yin Ze.

Um? Why did he suddenly feel that he was not tired from working together as a husband and wife? Thinking about it carefully, the way they both punish people seems to be similar?

  …Women sing along with husbands?

   Zhou Qiyang suddenly felt his mouth dry and licked his lips, so he might as well divert his attention by counting corpses.

When their group entered the area of ​​Wupo Village and saw the corpses lying on the ground, they were not surprised, and they had no plans to find Wei Yanxing and his group, so they reached a fork in the road. When the time comes, go in the direction where there are zombies, instead of going to the side that was obviously swept away by Wei Yanxing and the others.

Chen Ruoting was still holding Mu Yang, Zhou Qiyang and Yuan Lin spontaneously went to deal with the zombies, while Mu Jing was walking around with her little angel, and when she saw there was still something in the store, she would go over to see if there was anything. Nothing worth putting in the ring to take up space.

   Although Wupo Village is a village, it is developing rapidly. With the development of the Internet, there are many young people here, so there are many private shops such as animation and animation.

   Mu Jing looked at the figurines in the cabinet, and then looked at the ones that were maliciously broken on the ground, pouted, and randomly picked a few and put them in the ring.

   "Brother Jing, do you like collecting figures?"

"generally."

   Mu Jing took a few more anime-themed pens and said, "It's mainly because some people like it."

   "Who?"

   "My little sweetheart."

   Hearing the words "Little Sweetheart", they nodded in understanding, somewhat envious of such friendship in their hearts.

  It’s nice to be able to think about someone like this in a situation where you can’t protect yourself and in a crisis-riddled environment, and the person you’re thinking about is really too happy.

  Yin Ze took off the things on his head at this time, and when he met Mu Jing's gaze, he said, "It's a little tight, it's a headache."

   Hearing that, she raised her hand and touched his head, "I was negligent."

   Actually it doesn't hurt, I just want to find an excuse.

   He knew that Little Sweetheart was her friend and a girl, but he still had some pantothenic acid in his heart.

   If the two of them were separated for some reason, would she also miss him on the road? Will you bring him a present?

  Yin Ze looked down at the ground slightly to hide the emotions that shouldn't exist.

   Mu Jing glanced in the direction he was looking down at, squatted down and picked up the dirty cat doll, patted the dust on it, and said, "Do you like this?"

  Yin Ze was stunned for a moment, he wanted to shake his head and say no, but in the end he took it from her hand, touched the face of the doll, and said, "I like what you gave it."

   Worried that she doesn't like him enough, so please use the appearance she likes to please her, and let yourself slowly become a unique concern in her heart.

   Mu Jing looked at him holding the dirty cat doll like a treasure, his cheeks were flushed with thin red, and there was a hint of shyness in his eyes, as if saying such words used up all his courage.

   She pursed the corners of her mouth, then raised her hand to cover her mouth, stared at him for a while, then took a deep breath and said, "In ancient times, you would be the enchantress who brought disaster to the country."

  Yin Ze: ? ? ? ? What the **** to describe?

  Me: King! The foreign baby is sending you a small gift to raise you again!

   Mu Jing fell into deep thought, then held Yang Bao'er's hand and said solemnly, "Thank you."

  Me: Don't compare your heart?

  Mu Jing: My husband won't let me.

  Yin Ze: Hmph

   (end of this chapter)