Apocalypse Cockroach: Forty-two wow! So cute Yop

Zhang Xiaoqiang lay quietly in the shade of the tree and looked at the sky, and a rapid breath erupted from the nostrils as the chest rose and fell. The right hand is sore and tingling. At that time, the pain felt like a wave of tide. It seems that the right hand is now fried in a hot oil pan.

Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored the pain in his right hand, but just looked at the sky. It seemed that his state of mind had not recovered from the previous fight. The short and intense fight also consumed most of his physical strength. He is lying on the ground with his fingers. Too lazy to move. Until a small smile of little girl smiled in the eyes.

"Uncle, you are so inferior, I was shot dead at once, you have to roll over and roll for so long to kill? And ah! The one you killed seems to be a little smaller than mine Oh."

Yang Ke'er crouched on Zhang Xiaoqiang's face and looked at his eyes, his face full of mischievous smiles.

Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled her eyes at her: "While standing and talking without backache, does little girl have a pig's foot halo, why are these two things only looking for me and not looking for her?"

Yang Ke'er crouched next to Zhang Xiaoqiang to wrap his right hand for him, Zhang Xiaoqiang lay on the ground to hold a dead dog, looking at the thick canopy on his head and thinking: "I’m really lucky! I don’t say anything before meeting Yang Ke'er After she was connected, it was unlucky. At night, the camp was almost killed by the mutant beast. Overnight in the small building was almost strangled by people. He was almost killed by drinking rain water. Now he wants to take the cool and almost bitten by that thing."

"Could Yang Ke'er, the little girl, commit a fate against Tiansha Lone Star? Following her would be unlucky." Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully looked at the busy little girl in front of him and thought.

Yang Ke'er raised his head to see Zhang Xiaoqiang looking at her, and then showed a brilliant smile to Zhang Xiaoqiang, his white and tender cheeks were flushed by the heat around him, like a delicious red apple. The big eyes bent into Yueya'er by Xiaoyi contained a pool of clear springs, and then was scattered by a little starlight. With two small dimples and two small tiger teeth, it looks like Yang Ke'er is super cute at the moment!

In an instant, the otaku heart of Zhang Xiaoqiang was detonated by the cuteness on the face of Yang Ke'er, and it was full of chicken emotions from head to toe: "little girl is mine, no one can take her away." Zhang Xiaoqiang pointed at the otaku God swears!

"Hiss!!! Tap, you are bandaging me, not shaving the pig's trotters!" Zhang Xiaoqiang was interrupted by fantasizing in the right hand and complained to Yang Ke'er.

"Okay, you know! This doesn’t blame me, I haven’t done this stuff before, and who will make you make yourself so miserable? I don’t know how to take care of myself!" Yang Ke'er lightened the action, There was a complaint in the mouth, and there was a feeling that the little daughter-in-law complained about her husband.

The Zhang Xiaoqiang actually enjoys Yang Ke'er’s little complaint. Having lived alone for many years has made his heart lonely, and now he is alive with little girl. Yang Ke'er squatted awkwardly and carefully scrub the wound, apply medicine, and wrap it with gauze.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was lying in the shade of the tree, feeling the coolness of the ground. He couldn’t even feel the pain in his right hand. He didn’t want anything empty in his mind.

"Uncle, okay! You look satisfied and dissatisfied!" Yang Ke'er's voice shocked the rare ease.

"Well? So fast?" Zhang Xiaoqiang really opened his eyes and couldn't react.

"Well! Uncle, please take a look, my craft is like this!" Yang Ke'er urged on the side seems to want to be praised by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

What do you say? The right hand of Zhang Xiaoqiang now looks very vicissitudes, really vicissitudes.

The whole right hand is wrapped like a stunted wild yamanashi, either a concave one here or a convex one there, there are three gauze joints, I think that Yang Ke'er also found that the place of the bag was not covered, the place where it should not be wrapped The package is here. I patched the patch again with gauze and looked at the layers of gauze Zhang Xiaoqiang and felt that my right hand seemed to weigh half a catty.

No bow tie, no lipstick mark, but was written by little girl with a red signal pen that I didn't know where to find it: "Keer produced." The heart-shaped logo below also looks like an anti-counterfeit trademark.

"Barely passable, no pride is allowed to continue to work hard." Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled and pretended to praise Yang Ke'er seriously.

"Well! I know!" Yang Ke'er is also very satisfied.

"Yeah, but uncle! Gauze seems to have nothing!" Yang Ke'er turned and looked at the dumplings on the right arm of Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Well! I know, I will find a way!" Zhang Xiaoqiang assuredly expressionless, but wailing in my heart: "That's a pound of gauze!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that he was almost standing up after taking a rest. The sleeve of his left hand had been bitten into a broken fishing net by that thing. Even the animal skin embedded in the sleeve of the sleeve was bitten everywhere. I saw these Zhang Xiaoqiang sucking in cold Annoyed, the hide is not even hurt by the saber! If you bite directly on your body, you can't cover the skin!

I am secretly glad that I have not been lazy to inlay animal skins on my clothes. When I walked to the corpse of the thing, I looked carefully. The thing was about the size of a rural dog raised in the countryside. It was very slender, with a narrow body, short limbs, and disproportionate legs and feet. It was almost one to five. It's weird.

One head was smashed by Yang Ke'er, leaving only the chin and neck together. One who was struck to death by Zhang Xiaoqiang with his fist barely could be seen, and his head was somewhat round. The tail is long and fluffy, and can reach about half of the body ~ IndoMTL.com ~ looks very much like the African ferret.

"Uncle, what is this thing?" Yang Ke'er was curious about poking at the corpse with a horned gun.

"Well! It looks familiar, but a little bit like a weasel in the countryside who likes to steal chickens. It is also called Huang Daxian in some places." Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered that the piece he saw at his uncle's house when he was a child was hanging on the wall Weasel skin.

"Can you eat?" Yang Ke'er seems to want to try game.

"I don't know, should I be able to eat it?" Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little uncertain. His father had never hit the weasel before hunting.

"Does the weasel bite? Why is it on the tree? Will the weasel climb the tree?" Yang Ke'er regards Zhang Xiaoqiang as "a hundred thousand why." Keep asking.

"..." Zhang Xiaoqiang is depressed.

Yang Ke'er has a knife in his hand that I don’t know where to find it, and he doesn’t dislike the smelly blood stains on the weasel. He cramps and peels them. It seems that he has the potential to change to a clever woman.

Zhang Xiaoqiang’s right hand was hung from his chest, watching Yang Ke'er’s busy heart was a little relieved, but it was a little strange how Yang Ke'er was like a ding dong cat, from time to time he would come up with some weird things, and don’t know where she was hiding on weekday ?

The sound of something coming from the "squeak" tree, Yang Ke'er and Zhang Xiaoqiang were all attracted by the sound, Yang Ke'er held the beast horn gun, and Zhang Xiaoqiang hid behind a pair of "I am injured" look.

The "squeak" sound kept coming, what was it calling, seemed to be a little anxious?

In a few moments, three small round heads were protruding from the trunk. Three little weasels that were just bigger than mice were exposed, and their eyes looked brightly under the tree.

"Wow! It’s so cute!" Yang Ke'er screamed loudly, and the three weasels shrank back from the cry of Yang Ke'er.

"The trouble is that we will only attack if we enter their territory?" Zhang Xiaoqiang understood a little.