A few boys were unaffected and leaned on the sofa in the living room of the villa, their shoes untouched on the snow-white plush carpet, stepping on one jet black footprint.

After escaping death one by one, in a comfortable environment, you and I flattered Song Ming with a compliment.

Fenghua: "......"

Didn't anyone find out that I was coming?

I can't take it anymore!

Fenghua's footsteps were slightly mentioned, and he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye, and paused.

After taking a shower, her hair was softly draped over her shoulders, and she changed into a brand-name An Ying, who came down from the second floor of the villa and walked into the open kitchen, she opened the double-door refrigerator, which neatly placed the food that Ni Wei's nanny bought before leaving.

Cakes, beef jerky, potato chips, milk, fresh fruit, and a handful of freshly squeezed orange juice.

The bright orange color, the plump orange fruit, floats in the transparent glass jug, and looks particularly delicious.

An Ying, who hadn't eaten for a day, couldn't help but lick her lower lip.

Goo-dong.

Swallowed saliva.

An Ying endured it, thinking about Song Ming, how could she control her desire to drink freshly squeezed orange juice in one go, turned her head, and asked in a loud voice: "There are still juice and milk in the refrigerator, Brother Song Ming, which one do you want?" ”

This tone, I don't know, I still think that An Ying is the owner of this villa.

Song Ming replied: "Whatever, An Ying, you bring some food and drink first, everyone must be tired after a day of escape, first eat a little food to replenish your strength." ”

"There are a lot of rooms in this villa, one for two boys and two for girls, which is definitely enough."

"Please everyone must work together to get through this temporary difficult time, although I don't know what is going on with these monsters, but I believe that our country will definitely send troops to rescue us."

Song Ming seems to have become the backbone of this line of people, speaking and acting with a very leading demeanor, and his tone and words are all sensational and inspiring.

Also. Song Ming was regarded as the school grass before the end of the day, in addition to this good face, he was also the president of the student union, and he often dealt with tutors and students, so he naturally practiced his skills early.

Otherwise, the original owner Ni Wei, the daughter of a slightly arrogant and arrogant lady, would not have looked down on him.

"It's all up to you."

"Brother Song, don't worry, our lives are saved by you, from now on, if you say one, we will definitely not say two."

"Yes, Brother Song will be our boss in the future."

The mercenary squad in the late apocalypse, at this moment, in the living room of this palatial villa, more than a dozen young men and women, slowly began to take shape.

An imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of Song Ming's mouth.

He was a man of great ambition and intelligence, and these monsters were exactly like the zombies depicted in the apocalyptic times he had seen.

The end has come.

To say that the country and the army will come to their rescue is nothing but a lie, and it is just a reassurance to them.

Most of you here must know that.

The end is not so easy to end.

Civilization, order, and society are collapsing, and now it is a chaotic time!

And—

There have always been heroes in troubled times.

"It's so lively."

"But, who allowed you to enter my house?"

The girl's lazy chuckle came, the sound of lively conversation in the living room.

It came to an abrupt end.

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[Updated on March 9, 2019]

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