Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

But men don’t have any protective tools, so they simply put the girl in her arms.

Jiang Yu took a deep breath, and although the news was shocking, she also understood what should not be said. "I can only keep her body for five years."

Han Bei Mo Yu gently looked at the people in his arms, and his voice was mild. "It doesn't matter, this is enough."

Five years, more than he thought of.

When Jiang Yu went out, she took off her body and couldn’t stop her horror.

She thinks that Han Shao seems to be normal, but it has already been abnormal.

The base is still as always, people only know that Han Shao’s lover accidentally died of illness, and he did not know the twists and turns.

Jiang Jian was very afraid that Han Shaohui would be infected with the virus. Every time he persuaded him, he remained silent.

Because the man only said one sentence, "If I am infected, you will bury us together."

Five years are not long or short.

Han Bei Mo is already in his thirties. The women in the base have a few thoughts every day. After all, they can go to the sky in one step, and no one has an idea.

But when a woman who was given medicine was thrown into the zombie group, they all stopped the thing, not to mention re-ignition, and even dare not mention it.

People who know the truth think that the body rot is buried, including Jiang Jian.

Hanbei deserted the move, the cabinet in front of it moved away, revealing the scene behind him.

Probably no one can think of it, there is a room behind Han Shao’s room.

He walked in. If the people in the base were here, they would be shocked.

Because since the beginning of a few years ago, Han Shao has not laughed much, and it seems that it is not a bit boring.

But now, his eyebrows and look are extremely gentle.

"Mianmian."

The man’s low and gentle voice sounded.

Dangdang.

The person who is holding hands and feet... Perhaps it shouldn't be called a person. The skin on his body has already had obvious rot, his eyes are white, his face is squinting, and his throat is low.

This is a zombie that is familiar to human beings in the last days.

Han Bei Mo slightly sighed and sighed, holding the other side like a treasure, but helplessly, "Every time I am so uncomfortable, but fortunately the sound is very good, or my brother will have a headache."

The zombie struggled, but was held tightly. It licked his head and wanted to bite the flesh and blood of this person, full of greed and greed.

Han Bei Mo smiled, "Want to eat?"

The zombies are groaning and struggling.

"Don't move, let your brother hug." Han Beidi sniffed the other's hair and slightly rubbed his brow. "It's stinking, it's time to take a shower."

He smiled. "Know that you usually like to be clean."

The zombie is just a low-level zombie, no matter how it moves, it can't bite the flesh and blood of this person.

Han Bei Mo hit the water.

This time the zombie is very uncooperative, because it is anxious to the extreme, and can not eat the flesh and blood of this person every time.

Water splashed on the ground, a house.

The smile on the man's face faded, and the bottom of his eyes looked at the zombies and gradually lost his temperature.

The cold ice blade pierced the zombie's chest and broke a large hole.

It was a little unwilling to struggle and crawling. The white eyes were greedily looking at the opposite person and seemed to want to bite.

Hanbei desert sighed. "Do you know? I wanted to give you food."

He smiled. When he mentioned the person, his eyes became very gentle. "But I regret it again. You are not my own."

"Because she is... she loves it."

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