Apocalypse Cockroach: Three hundred and seventy-nine Your mother is neuropathy?

Xu Mengzhu was sitting next to Shangguan Qiaoyun. Today, she was more frightened than she was in her life. After several trips, she was close to the edge of collapse. She was looking at the raging bonfire in front of her, and it was only in this warm fire. Next, her heart was slightly calm, looking at the flaming flame, she suddenly remembered something, and suddenly looked up at Zhang Xiaoqiang's side.

On the left side of Zhang Xiaoqiang sits with Yang Ke'er holding a notebook to watch a movie. Yang Ke'er may also know that Zhang Xiaoqiang is thinking. Try to keep the volume of the notebook as low as possible. Now I am seeing tension and the whole mind is immersed in the movie.

It is Meow Meow sitting to the right of Zhang Xiaoqiang. Meow Meow is now afraid of his mother. At that time, he was hugged inexplicably from time to time, which made him breathless several times. For this reason, he subconsciously wanted to leave his own Mom, stay away, Zhang Xiaoqiang is a good choice, at least, Zhang Xiaoqiang will not be inexplicably nervous

When the unmistakable meow fell on Xu Mengzhu’s eyes, Xu Mengzhu would breathe a sigh of relief and immerse her eyes in the flames. Before long, she would suddenly raise her head to look at her child, Xu Mengzhu’s It didn't draw too much attention from others, except the mew that was confused by his mother.

Meowing with his seventy-seven pistols boringly, when the empty magazine clip that he got countless times stuck in the gun handle, he remembered what Zhang Xiaoqiang said during the day and couldn’t help but cast his sight on This man he has always hated.

Meow me hates Zhang Xiaoqiang, but I don’t know why I hate it. Perhaps it was the first time Zhang Xiaoqiang saw his mother’s unscrupulous eyes.

However, with his contact with Zhang Xiaoqiang, he felt that Zhang Xiaoqiang was really not bad, at least much better than his father who only stayed at home for two weeks a year, although Zhang Xiaoqiang would teach him from time to time, But that will only happen when he is in trouble. At other times Zhang Xiaoqiang is very forgiving to him, even his own uncomfortable dirty, Zhang Xiaoqiang is ignored, and he can sit with him who is dirty Eat on a table.

The behavior of Zhang Xiaoqiang surprised and surprised him. This feeling has never happened before. In his impression, his father is just a symbol, a symbol that only appears at the end of the year In his little head, his father was a stranger, and the real home meant that he and his mother, even if his father might die, he only felt that a stranger was dead.

The occasional sternness of Zhang Xiaoqiang, the occasional tolerance of Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the escape of Zhang Xiaoqiang holding him, carrying the arm that rescued him with his collar, made him feel a kind of thing that has never been felt by his mother. Feeling, that kind of feeling can't be understood even by himself, as if Zhang Xiaoqiang was the tall man who held him looking into the distance while he was a baby.

Of course, he still hates Zhang Xiaoqiang, not the kind of simple hate, nor the kind of eyes that Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at his mother, but one? how to say? The child's rebellious psychology, asking Zhang Xiaoqiang to do it, does not allow that unpleasant dislike, like the adolescent child's kind of hate to the severe father.

Since being rescued from home, Miao Miao felt that her mother had changed and became very strange. She no longer held him close as before, caring about him, he didn’t know why, and gradually, Zhang Xiaoqiang replaced his mother’s Role, which makes him very uncomfortable.

Now he remembers what Zhang Xiaoqiang said during the day, it is his dream to make his small pistol full of bullets, but he can ask him to ask for Zhang Xiaoqiang, he feels very embarrassed and always feels awkward , Is it really going to beg him?

The ideological struggle was repeated in the heart. Eventually, the desire for bullets depressed the uneasiness in his heart, and he looked up at Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Okay, you can eat · ·" With the cold words of Yuan Yi, dinner was ready.

Dinner is very simple. Except for the thick soup that Yuan Yi deliberately cooks, the rest is the same as that of other team members. After Zhang Xiaoqiang is full, he sits beside the fire and digests the dinner comfortably. Only at this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang will He felt alive and well, and he knew that he was used to those hungry survivors, but he was not really hungry.

You don’t need to think about anything, just sit quietly by the fire here, listening to the slight sound of the sparks of "pyram" on the dry firewoods, and hang your heart for a whole day before really resting A burst of tiredness suddenly struck. Zhang Xiaoqiang was trying to take a nap through this easy time. A small hand gently pulled a few times on his sleeve.

Zhang Xiaoqiang opened his eyes and saw meow meowing his sleeve silently looking at himself, looking at the dirty meow, Zhang Xiaoqiang's questioning eyes, it seems that this little child has always ignored him What's the wind blowing today? Did the boy come to the door on his own initiative?

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang’s attention was focused on himself, Miao Miao took out his seven-seven pistol and swayed it in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang. He didn’t look cautiously when asking for help. Instead, he raised him dirty Little face looks like a collection.

Zhang Xiaoqiang has long forgotten what he said to him during the day. At that time, he was always thinking about how to take people out and who still remembers them.

I still don’t understand seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang. I was anxious. He danced the pistol again and placed it under the eyelids of Zhang Xiaoqiang and shook it.

"Do you want to change the pistol? Isn't this gun good? Your hand is not big, you can't play with the big pistol, use it first, wait until you grow up, I will change the gun for you."

People will be unresponsive as soon as they are full, not to mention that Zhang Xiaoqiang is now the most comfortable rest state of the day. So far, he still has no meaning of white meow.

Miao Miao was anxious, but he saw a slack expression like Zhang Xiaoqiang, and thought that Zhang Xiaoqiang didn’t count. He was anxious, and he did something that he hadn’t thought of before. In the past, one head hit Zhang Xiaoqiang's chest, knocking Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was unresponsive, to the ground.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang was knocked down, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to step on the tail of this kitten. Meow meowed to the chest of Zhang Xiaoqiang after hitting Zhang Xiaoqiang’s arms~ IndoMTL.com ~Ouch · · · put · · put · · put it, it hurts hurt · · ·"

Zhang Xiaoqiang screamed, and the farce on their side also caught the attention of others. Yang Ke'er saw the bite between the two not only did not come to help, but also looked like a good show, still shouting in his mouth Yell.

Yuan Yi and Shangguan Qiaoyun also saw it. They didn’t speak or move. They knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang wouldn’t be a problem, and they knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang liked this kid very much, so they didn’t see it when they saw it. Wipe the gun, close the bowl.

Xu Mengzhu was shocked when she saw her child in Zhang Xiaoqiang’s arms. When she saw her child biting Zhang Xiaoqiang’s chest like a puppy, her heart immediately closed. Tight, an unprecedented horror struck my heart. It was the long-term fear of Zhang Xiaoqiang, the guilt of my child, and other things that could not be said, burst out suddenly.

"Ah · · · · · · · ·" With the screams of Xu Mengzhu's gaffe, the Zhang Xiaoqiang and the little-tempered meow stopped for Xu Mengzhu.

Xu Mengzhu wrapped her arms tightly around her like a nightmare, the head of the slug was drooping, and her whole body was trembling slightly, and she could vaguely hear what she murmured in a low voice, although she was not far from everyone, but always Can't hear what she was talking about.

Miao Miao forgot to continue to bite, and looked at Xu Mengzhu together with Zhang Xiaoqiang who forgot to cry. Afterwards, one big and one small person looked at each other, and Miao Miao's teeth were still hanging on Zhang Xiaoqiang's chest.

"Your mother is a neuropathy?" The words squirted out of Zhang Xiaoqiang's mouth without brain, but Miao Miao didn't refute, except the roots of the teeth continued to work hard.

"Your kid is a king? Why don't you loose your mouth when you bite it? Rely on Fuck· · · to loose your mouth, painfully · · · · · · · · ·"