"Master, Ya Mie Die."

Sun Aotian immediately begged for mercy.

He was muttering some strange words.

Meng Wu frowned deeply: "What do you mean by 'evil'? Where did you learn these vulgar words? Did you see things you shouldn't have?"

“I didn’t see anything. It was that black chicken that taught me. It said that ‘Ya Mie Die’ means ‘no,’ and it’s the most sincere way to beg for mercy. It can evoke sympathy in others, right?” Sun Aotian said naively.

"No! It's lying to you."

"Huh? What does that mean? Doesn't it mean 'don't'?"

"That statement is correct in meaning, but... I can't explain it to you. In short, it's not a serious matter. Anyway, don't mess around with it in the future. This black chicken is not a respectable thing," Meng Wu reprimanded sternly.

"Okay, fine~_~"

"Come on, keep smoking."

"Huh? Why are you hitting me again? Master, I was just joking. I'm completely uninterested in bras anymore. They're too low-class." Sun Aotian said seriously.

Meng Wu expressed doubt: "Really?"

"Really, I will never wear a bra again."

"Oh, I don't believe you! Take your clothes off."

"Huh? Here? Master... isn't this a bit inappropriate? This might damage our image," Sun Wukong said guiltily.

"You're not wearing any clothes, what are you afraid of?" Meng Wu said, leaving no room for refusal.

"Master..."

"Take it off!"

Okay~

Sun Aotian had no choice.

She could only slowly begin to take off her clothes.

One item after another, layer upon layer, made Meng Wu's mouth twitch and his expression grow increasingly grim.

Take off the last piece.

Monkey hair was visible, even though there was no bra.

However, Sun Aotian still had two nipple covers on her chest, making the scene quite offensive.

"Is this what you mean by not wearing anything?" Meng Wu was furious.

"I'm not wearing one, it's not a bra, Master—you can't frame me," Sun Aotian stubbornly insisted.

"What's the difference? Now! Right now! Tell me, what's your reason for wearing this thing?"

"It's mainly the color that attracts me... cough cough, no, wait!"

Sun Aotian said very seriously, "Master, you may not know, but monkeys' chests are very sensitive. Human clothes can rub against them and make them very uncomfortable. It can protect my chest."

"Really? But I don't believe it."

"ah?"

"Lift your buttocks up!"

"Master, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

He lashed out with the stick again and again.

The monkey begged for mercy repeatedly, creating a harmonious and heartwarming scene.

It stood out conspicuously behind the Dawn Society.

Zhang Hao also witnessed this scene.

He just smiled and ignored it, continuing to let Dawn sweep away the zombies.

While the skill 【Spiritual Fire】 is very effective, it cannot be used an unlimited number of times. Currently, the maximum number of times it can be used per day is five, and each time it can only last for a maximum of one hour.

The reason why they can burn for so long is...

It's because it combines the spiritual fire of five burning lamps, and this kind of thing can't be used again after it's used up on the same day; you need to slowly recover your spirit.

Zhang Hao must reserve one time every day.

To prevent Ranfan from gathering a large number of zombies and launching a counterattack, everyone will have to rely on their own efforts to kill zombies in the remaining time.

Time passed.

In the blink of an eye, seventeen days have passed.

This means that four months have passed since the apocalypse began.

It took Dawn seventeen days to harvest a total of 1.1 million level-3 crystal cores, 120,000 level-4 crystal cores, and 50 level-5 crystal cores.

Excluding the internal consumption over these days.

Currently, there are a total of 1.58 million level 3 crystal cores, 420,000 level 2 crystal cores, and 130,000 level 4 crystal cores.

The total has exceeded two million!

In less than twenty days, the previously set goals were achieved.

Moreover, through these seventeen days of getting to know each other, the members of the Dawn Society have become more and more cohesive. A very small group of people, about three hundred people, have never had much cohesion.

They were manually selected by Hu Xiaonan and identified as spies who had later joined other organizations. They were all handed over to Zhao Wu for training.

The [Death Legion] is also taking shape and will be useful sooner or later.

period.

Zhang Hao also went out and collected a lot of supplies.

Food still made up the majority of the supplies, along with some agricultural facilities, organic fertilizers, large quantities of diesel fuel, emergency power supplies, and so on.

A full month.

The constant killing of zombies has taken a toll on everyone's mental health.

Even though we rest outside the loop at night, there are still many zombies harassing us in berserk mode, so someone needs to keep watch at night.

So Zhang Hao told everyone to go back to the base and rest for a day.

It was like a holiday, and everyone started having fun after returning to the supermarket.

After a hearty meal and drinks.

They either watch adult films with their best buddies, or couples practice their oral skills, or they study the meaning of life.

Second floor of the supermarket.

It was a lively time, with everyone gathering together to eat hot pot.

All ten regimental commanders, including Fang Ping, Wu Yanfeng, and Tang Jian, were present, along with Meng Wu, Sun Aotian, Zhao Wu, and Xiao Honglian.

"This wine is really good, is it Maotai? Chairman, can I take it with me after dinner?" Wu Yanfeng said with a smile.

"If there's anything left, you can take it with you," Zhang Hao said.

"I mean I want the whole bottle."

"Freebies? Cough cough, it's not impossible. After all, you're the guild leader and you've put in so much effort. Just go to the warehouse and get it yourself after you're done eating." Zhang Hao didn't mind.

"Hehe, Chairman Xie, let me toast you."

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