After the Doomsday Rebirth, My Whole Family is Big Brother

Chapter 134, End Times, Hot Pot

The carpenter zombie's eyes hadn't been opened for a long time. It couldn't think yet, but instinctively felt that it would be better to close its eyes and face death.

At least a little bit of dignity.

Although it does not understand what dignity means, this does not affect it to maintain its own dignity.

For a long time, for a long time.

It seems to be alive.

After an hour, it slowly opened its eyes.

In front of his eyes, the figures of the two had long since disappeared.

Joy flashed in the sluggish eyes of the carpenter zombie, and he turned around staggeringly, took the wood planing tool, and started planing wood again.

Narrowly escaped, planing wood to celebrate.

rustle --

There were more and more debris on the ground, and the carpenter zombie tilted his head dullly looking at the debris on the ground.

An insignificant, heavy sigh sounded.

A look of helplessness flashed in the sluggish eyes of the carpenter zombie, reluctantly put down the tools in his hand, and squatted down extremely slowly.

Creak creak.

The stiff joints creaked, and the weirdly twisted fingers fished towards the ground, barely catching some debris.

The stiff arm is not easy to bend, and the sawdust will fall down with a slight movement.

It took the carpenter zombie five minutes to stand up, and another ten minutes to walk to a smaller door in the back room.

A few pieces of debris were thrown into the inner room, and the debris drew a graceful arc in the air and fell on top of a pile of sawdust.

The carpenter zombie turned his head awkwardly like hiding a treasure, and glanced around.

Afraid that someone would see its treasure.

After confirming that no one was there, the carpenter zombie stretched out its weirdly twisted fingers, and it took five minutes to put a finger that was about to break off on the wooden doorknob.

The door was barely closed.

Afterwards, the carpenter zombie slowly crouched on the ground again,

Holding a few pieces of debris, he headed towards the small door of the back room to hide the treasure.

For normal people, this is nothing but a very boring and energy-consuming thing to do.

Even the neurotics don't want to spend so long doing this.

For the carpenter zombie, this is the only way of entertainment since the end of the world.

Yes, entertainment.

It still doesn't understand what happiness is, only that it doesn't resent such behavior, and it even makes it more crazy than flesh and blood.

This is probably the obsession left by the carpenter's work during his lifetime!

People die and still think about their work.

If the owner of the furniture factory is still alive, he can give the carpenter zombie a dedication award.

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Bai Xizhu was sitting on the back seat of the bicycle, and the breeze blew her bangs, but her sad face could not be blown away.

"You said, am I being too soft-hearted?"

Bai Xizhu's voice was muffled.

Obviously zombies are her biggest enemy in this life, and she has no psychological burden to kill people.

But Xiao Luo's death, and the melancholy in the carpenter zombie's dull eyes, made Bai Xizhu very upset.

She can kill those bloodthirsty monsters with dull expressions without hesitation.

You can also kill those bad guys with bad intentions without psychological burden.

As for those non-hostile and harmless zombies, when Bai Xizhu made a move, he was full of hesitation.

"Little Zhu is always the best and the gentlest." Leng Yebai smiled softly, "Xiao Zhu can kill whoever she wants, and let anyone live if she wants to live. Whether it's a zombie or a human, as long as you want You can do whatever you like."

Xiao Zhu's choice is his choice.

"What about you?" Bai Xizhu put her head lightly on Leng Yebai's back and asked softly, "What do you think should be killed and what should not be killed?"

Leng Yebai didn't think about it, and just blurted it out.

"The ones who should be killed are those who will hurt you and the zombies. There is nothing that should not be killed."

As long as it touches his bottom line, there is no unkillable person or zombie in the world.

His bottom line is the Bai family.

In his whole life, the family, love, and friendship he had have been fully displayed by the Bai family.

Even if the Bai family became the big villains, he didn't care.

No matter what happens, no matter what time, he will unswervingly stand by his family.

Bai Xizhu sighed softly, feeling heavy in her heart.

Zombies, people, supernatural beings, advanced zombies.

Make the already complicated world worse.

"Little Zhu, there is a hot pot restaurant in front, do you want to eat?"

Leng Yebai sensed the melancholy aura on Bai Xizhu's body, and quickly pointed to a hot pot restaurant in front of him, changing the subject.

In the last days, the hot pot restaurant has long been deserted, and the inside of the hot pot restaurant can be seen to be in disarray.

The few pitiful supplies inside had been taken away by the survivors long ago, and even the small gas stove inlaid in the table of the hot pot restaurant had been dismantled cleanly.

"Go, go and see!"

Bai Xizhu was in high spirits.

A woman's greatest hobby is trains.

shopping, shopping, shopping...

After the end of the world, if you want to eat hot pot, you can only eat it at home, without the hot pot atmosphere of eating in the store!

Leng Yebai saw that Bai Xizhu was in high spirits, pedaled a little faster, and walked straight towards the defeated hotpot restaurant.

The plaque of "Authentic Hotpot" hangs crookedly, as if it will fall off in a second.

Leng Yebai parked his bicycle at the door of the hot pot restaurant, locked it with a big lock, and walked inside with Bai Xizhu.

The hot pot restaurant was in such a mess that it was barely possible to eat.

Fortunately, there is no black blood in it, and there is no smell of corruption.

Leng Yebai found a place that looked fairly clean, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and carefully wiped off the dust on the chair, and then let Bai Xizhu sit on it.

At this time, there was nothing to eat in the hot pot restaurant. Fortunately, Bai Xizhu had room.

A small gas stove was moved out of the space, and some ingredients and hot pot base were brought out.

In order to deceive others, Bai Xizhu took out an empty schoolbag redundantly from the space.

If someone sees it, she can make up nonsense that it is a dish that she packed in a book.

I can't manage so much anymore, if I'm in a bad mood, I need hot pot.

With a snap, the flame burst out from the gas stove, and the flame burst into flames.

The rich aroma of the hot pot overflowed, and Bai Xizhu looked at the hot pot with bright eyes.

Don't care about the messy surroundings at all, eating hot pot in a hot pot restaurant has a special flavor.

Leng Yebai looked at Bai Xizhu fondly, with a smile on his lips.

She doesn't feel that Bai Xizhu is trying to kill her at all, she always thinks that no matter what Xiao Zhu does, she looks very cute.

There was a gurgling sound in the pot, and the bottom of the hot pot was completely cooked, ready to be served.

Outside the door, Bai Yifan cheered suddenly.

"Wow! Grandma, I said, it must be our family. Look, isn't this the old lady!"

Bai Yifan and Liu Jing entered the hotpot restaurant with a smile on his face, and he didn't dislike the mess inside the hotpot restaurant, so he threw the dishes prepared by Bai Xizhu into the boiling pot on his own.

"Your eyes are quite good!"

Liu Jing looked around with a smile. For a moment, she thought she had a dream about the end of the world.

Enjoy hot pot with your family at a hot pot restaurant. Before the apocalypse, you can come here whenever you want, but after the apocalypse, it has become a luxury idea!

"Hey, didn't I see the bicycle at the door!" Bai Yifan scratched his head.

Who dares to cook hot pot on the street in the last days?

Except for my family and Uncle Wang, no one is so skilled and daring.

Who puts a big lock on a broken bicycle!

Only his brother-in-law left!

With the combination of the two, Bai Yifan quickly guessed the answer.

Probably only my family and Uncle Wang would have such a convulsion, eating hot pot on Doomsday Street.

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