Building an Apocalypse Base, Starting with an Infinite Supermarket

Song Zhi was originally a powerful figure dominating the apocalypse, slicing zombies like vegetables and building dozens of bases. However, on the very day the apocalypse ended, she transmigrated t...

Chapter 11: Procrastination

As soon as you take a sip, the sweet aroma of milk melts directly in your mouth, mixed with the aroma of chocolate, and you suddenly feel an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in your heart.

Shen Ling narrowed her eyes unconsciously, a happy smile on her face.

So delicious!

She had never encountered such a taste before.

This sister is so nice and gives her such delicious food. She likes this beautiful sister.

Thinking of this, Shen Ling couldn't help but move closer to Song Zhi.

Yan Wushuang stood in front of rows of shelves, pondering for a long time, and finally picked out what he needed temporarily.

He is not a space-based psychic, so he can't buy too many things.

When he came back, he saw this scene and was shocked.

Because of the environment she grew up in, Shen Ling finds it difficult to get too close to people she is not familiar with.

And now, she was actually sticking close to a girl she had just met. Judging from her expression, she seemed to like this girl very much.

so……

Yan Wushuang suddenly had an idea in his mind.

He walked to the cashier's counter with the supplies in his arms and put the items on it.

Song Zhi went over quickly and paid the bill one by one.

"This totals 20,000 Chinese Yuan. How will you pay?"

Yan Wushuang took some things needed for survival in the wild, such as daggers, alcohol, lighters, etc., and chose small and filling compressed biscuits as food.

"I'll pay you in cash for these."

He still has this little money.

Hearing that he had to pay in cash, Song Zhi felt a little disappointed, as he had lost something he could have profited from.

After Yan Wushuang paid the money, he stuffed all the things into his pockets.

Song Zhi was a little curious about how it was put in.

After finishing all this, Yan Wushuang was not in a hurry to leave, but looked at Song Zhi with a conflicted expression, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Song Zhi couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative to ask.

What's wrong with this person? He's so dithering. Just say what you want to say.