Chapter 1818 Brother, Please Give Me a Thigh! (77)

But the man didn't have any protective equipment, so he just held the girl in his arms.

Jiang Yu took a deep breath. Although the news was shocking, she also knew what she shouldn't 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 doesn't matter, this is enough."

Five years, longer than he thought.

When Jiang Yu went out, she took off the things on her body, feeling uncontrollable horror in her heart.

She felt that although Young Master Han still looked normal, he was actually no longer normal.

The base is still the same as before. People only know that Mr. Han's lover unexpectedly fell ill and died, but they don't know the twists and turns.

Jiang Jian was very afraid that Mr. Han would be infected with the virus. He tried to persuade her fearfully but 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 long nor short.

Han Beimo is already in his thirties, and the women in the base have countless thoughts every day. After all, you can reach the sky in one step, and no one has an idea.

But when a drugged woman was thrown into the zombie horde, they all took a break and didn't even dare to mention it, let alone a resurgence.

Everyone who knew the truth thought that the body was buried because of decay, 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 Mr. Han's room.

He walked in. If anyone in the base were here, they would be shocked.

Because since a few years ago, Mr. Han has stopped smiling very much, and he seems so cold and inhumane.

But now, his eyebrows and expression are extremely gentle.

"Mianmian."

The man's low and gentle voice sounded.

Bang, bang, bang.

The people whose hands and feet were shackled...perhaps they shouldn't be called people. The skin on their bodies was obviously rotten, their eyes were white, their faces were grim, and they roared low in their throats.

This is a zombie that humans are all too familiar with in the apocalypse.

Han Beimo sighed imperceptibly, hugged the other person like a treasure, and said helplessly, "I'm so misbehaved every time. 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 zombies roared and struggled.

"Don't move, let me hug you." Han Beimo sniffed the other person's hair and frowned slightly, "It stinks again, it's time to take a shower."

He smiled and said, "I know you usually like to be clean."

The zombie is just a low-level zombie. No matter how it moves, it cannot bite this person's flesh and blood.

Han Beimo fetched water.

This time the zombie was very uncooperative because it was extremely anxious and couldn't eat this person's flesh and blood every time.

Water splashed all over the floor and the entire room.

The smile on the man's face faded, and his eyes gradually lost their warmth as he looked at the zombies.

The cold ice blade pierced the zombie's chest and opened a big hole.

It struggled and crawled unwillingly, its white eyes looking greedily at the person opposite, 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... loves to be clean."