He’s Super Sticky

The little zombies in his family want to support him?

Mo Yan felt interesting and happy in his heart.

He doesn't feel that he is embarrassed by a big man being carried by a little zombie, but he is a little bit happy. A mood called proud and wanting to be seized rises. If there is no one next to him, Mo Yan would probably start showing off. NS.

Thinking of this, Mo Yan couldn't sit still, not only couldn't sit still, but even his mouth couldn't be idle.

He looked at the horrible pale and peeling lips of the little zombie, his mouth moved, a little thirsty, and a little itchy, he wanted to grind it.

He threw the cloth bag to the side of the bed and hugged the little zombie standing next to the bed. Regardless of whether the little zombie was dirty or not, whether a kiss would be infected with the zombie virus, he just pointed to the little zombie’s lips. Kissed.

The body of the little zombie was stiff, and there was no emotion or expression in his face or eyes, but when he touched the lips of the little zombie, Mo Yan could feel the joy of the little zombie inexplicably.

Really good.

Mo Yan's heart was scarce and terrible.

The touch of the lips of the little zombie was not good, but Mo Yan still made Mo Yan a little bit contemplative, but he was not overly minded. He just let go of the little zombie with a light touch. Although he wanted to be a little bit too much, Mo In the end, he still left a trace of reason, knowing that he could not really let himself be infected with a zombie virus.

He is not a lone ranger who feeds his whole family and is not hungry alone, not to mention his friends, he still has his family, this life is not lost if you can say it.

And if he becomes a zombie, what if his little zombie baby doesn't like him? What if he is attracted to him and ran away? You must know that zombies have no attraction to zombies, zombies are only interested in humans.

Thinking of this possibility, his little zombie was attracted by other people, Mo Yan wanted to crush the imaginary enemy in his heart.

"Roar"

The little zombie screamed.

A zombie has no expression, red eyes and no light, just like a red attention inlaid in the eye socket, even the cry is no different from other zombies. But Mo Yan just thinks the little zombies are special, he can distinguish the little zombies from their every move and cry.

Mo Yan felt that this was fate, he and the little zombie were destined to be a godsend.

Mo Yan happily rubbed the little zombie's hair.

The sticky hand feels very bad, but even so, the words are still rare on the little zombies.

However, it can't go on like this.

This floor seems to be the private domain of the little zombie. Except for the little zombie and his living person, Mo Yan did not see any other zombies.

He patrolled the glass window with satisfaction, very good, no zombies would see it.

Mo Yan took out a large wooden barrel from the space, this wooden barrel was specially found by Mo Yan, so it is convenient for taking a bath outside.

He poured the spring water of the space into the barrel, and then reached into the barrel. After a while, the water in the barrel became hot.

"Hey, wash the baby for nothing." Mo Yan coaxed the child, standing next to him and watching him operate the hungry zombies to hug, and quickly take off the clothes on the zombies.

The little zombie didn't resist the whole time, and stood blankly and let Mo Yan move.

Outsiders looked at the little zombie, which was completely immobile and unresponsive, but in Mo Yan’s heart, he brought a super thick filter and automatically installed a beauty system on the little zombie. The zombies are cute, well-behaved and obedient, and even the long ones are very good-looking.

I didn’t see that the other zombies were bloodstained, lacking arms and legs, or there was a rotten piece here and there, a rotten piece on his body, his little zombie was clean and tidy, with only the rotten spots on his neck and face. It is simply the face value killer among the zombies.

Mo Yan, who was obsessed with the "beauty" of his little zombies, automatically ignored the complete zombies he had seen before without a trace of wounds.

The little zombies in his family must be incomparable to other zombies.

Mo Yan was happily holding the naked little zombie and putting it in the bucket.

As soon as he entered the water, the little zombie had a reaction. He puffed and buried himself under the water, allowing the water to submerge the top of his head.

Surprised by the sudden movement of the little zombie, Mo Yan subconsciously wanted to fish the little zombie from the bottom of the water.

Although it is a zombie, it is still a human structure. What should I do if it chokes?

No, zombies don't need to breathe.

The little zombie was fished out of the water by Mo Yan. He yelled at Mo Yan twice, and then went into the water. Mo Yan quickly supported the little zombie's arm and prevented him from moving.

"Hey, if you like this water, change the bucket and clean it after a while, now the baby will wash for nothing."

Hearing Mo Yan’s voice, the little zombie didn’t know if he understood it. He tilted his head and looked at Mo Yan with a pair of red eyes. It seemed to people that the lacklustre eyes were a bit scary and infiltrating, but Mo Yan felt a little bit. cute.

He rubbed the wet head of the little zombie: "Be good, obedient."

Xu understood it, the little zombie didn't want to drill into the water this time, but sat in it obediently.

Mo Yan satisfactorily took out the shampoo and shower gel from the space, and began to wash his little zombie for nothing.

After washing the little zombie again, the water in the bucket was completely dirty, Mo Yan changed another bucket of clean water, and then carefully cleaned the wounds on the neck and face of the little zombie.

The wound was dirty and smelled. Mo Yan didn't dislike it at all. Instead, he was afraid that the little zombie would hurt. The cleaning action was lighter. After the cleanup, he took out bandages and wound medicine to treat the wound to the little zombie.

Although he knew that the little zombie's wound would not get better, Mo Yan just couldn't help but want to give medicine to the little zombie.

With the thought of luck in his heart, maybe the wound of the little zombie can be healed?

It was just that when the medicine was being applied, the little zombie yelled at him and pointed to the surface of the water.

Mo Yan was stunned. Then suddenly, he almost forgot what he had just promised the little zombie to play in the water.

If the little zombie can have something he likes, of course Mo Yan must indulge. He immediately put down the medicine, took the little zombie out and wiped it clean, then changed a bucket of clean water, and carried the little zombie into the bucket.

With permission this time, the little zombie was very happy and plunged directly into the bucket.

Mo Yan was a little lost when he couldn't see the little zombie baby. He didn't know what the little zombie was playing in the water. He even had to bury his head in it?

Thinking of Mo Yan, he took out a chair and sat by the barrel, and looked at the water in the barrel eagerly.

One blister, two blister...

Mo Yan looked for a while and found that something was wrong, and the water level in the bucket had been dropping.

The little zombie in his family is drinking water?

Mo Yan felt that something was wrong. The zombies didn't like to drink water, and it was only for a while that the water level in the barrel went down by about a centimeter.

He intuitively felt something was wrong, lowered his eyes and fished out the little zombies inside.

The little zombie was very behaving this time, he didn't make a fuss about going into the water again, and his eyes that were stained with water were so bright that they seemed to have human emotions.

Mo Yan was almost dazzled.

Without lowering his head, he reached out and touched the flat stomach of the little zombie. It was hard and a little soft, not as if it had filled so much water, but Mo Yan knew that part of the water in the barrel had indeed disappeared.

"Roar"

The little zombie raised his hand and hugged Mo Yan's neck with his paws, his wet head rubbed coquettishly, making all the clothes on Mo Yan wet.

Mo Yan keenly felt that the little zombie was a little different.

He straightened the little zombie and looked at the little zombie carefully. Mo Yan could see the difference.

His dry, skinned lips seemed to look better than before, and he reached out and pressed them. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect. He always felt that these lips seemed to be a little softer.

And the rotting wounds on the face and neck of the little zombie didn't seem as terrible as before. Mo Yan sniffed it close, and even the rotting smell was not as strong as before.

He looked at the clear water inside the barrel.

Could it be the function of this water?

"Baby, is this water useful for you?" Mo Yan asked directly.

The little zombie tilted his head ignorantly, and then gave a soft cry.

"Hey, baby keep playing." Mo Yan rubbed the head of the little zombie.

Hearing this, the little zombie plunged into the water again, gurgling bubbling.

Unlike the ignorant and happy little zombie, Mo Yan sat aside with a serious face.

Mo Yan has used and drunk the water in the space. He is pretty sure that this water has no effect on him, but this will look at the subtle and imperceptible changes on the little zombie. Mo Yan can't help but guess that this water may be good for him. Zombies are different?

Thinking that this water might make the little zombie slowly recover his sanity, Mo Yan couldn't help but clenched his fists.

But maybe this water can only heal wounds?

Thinking of this, Mo Yan remembered that he hadn't used the spring water of the space when he was injured. After all, when he rarely used the space, he usually went out and asked Huang Xiao for water or something.

Thinking, Mo Yan's eyes flashed, and a dagger appeared in his hand. He stretched out his arm and made a cut in his arm, and immediately bright red blood emerged from the wound, staining the surrounding skin.

"Wow"

The moment the wound appeared, the water in the barrel exploded, and the little zombie stood up from the water.

"Roar"

The little zombie held Mo Yan's injured arm with his claws, and kept roaring.

Is this angry?

Mo Yan will hug the slender medicine of the little zombie with his uninjured hands, "Be good, don't be angry, I will do an experiment."

The little zombie still screamed.

Mo Yan was a little helpless, he directly took the spring water from the space and swallowed it.

The wound that was still bleeding, the blood gradually decreased.

It turns out that this spring water has the effect of speeding up wound healing?

Mo Yan looked at the bloodless wound and felt a little disappointed.

He took out a towel, wiped the blood off his hand, and then coaxed the little zombie: "Hey, look, it's okay."

The little zombie repeatedly confirmed that there was no blood stains before letting go of Mo Yan's hand.

"Well, do you want to play in the water?" Mo Yan asked.

The little zombie tilted his head, as if thinking. He looked at the water for a while, and Mo Yan's arm that was not bleeding from the wound, then went into the barrel again.

Mo Yan looked at the head of the little zombie under the water, thinking quickly in his head.

Zombies can be promoted. Compared with low-level zombies, high-level zombies have more flexible limbs and stronger attack power, and the little zombies in his family are more spiritual than the little zombies he has seen before.

Mo Yan touched his chin. Perhaps the higher the level of the zombie, the more human-like it would be. Mo Yan thought about the behavior of the little zombie after it appeared, and the more he felt that his guess was correct. His little zombie was obviously better than other zombies. clever.

Perhaps, he can start from this aspect and let the little zombies regain their sanity. Even if they can't recover their sanity, the higher level of the little zombies is a benefit. Other zombies and humans can't beat the little zombies, and the safety of the little zombies will be guaranteed.

So, how should he upgrade the little zombie?

As for the promotion system of zombies, humans have not yet researched it out.

Mo Yan looked at the cloth bag on the bed beside Zhang, and his eyes flickered. Maybe zombies could be the same as humans?

Mo Yan decided to go out and experiment later.

At the same moment, a mechanical voice sounded in the mind of the little zombie under the water.

[Ding, the system restarts! 】