Chapter 52: The End of the World: The Villain Kills a Small Zombie with One Knife (5)

Shen Yuan's terrified roar came to an abrupt halt.

She raised her eyes and glanced weakly at Fu Yan, who was looking impatient, feeling extremely aggrieved.

How can I not be scared when such a big brain is thrown at me...

Bloody and limp.

Shen Yuan felt like vomiting again.

"If you dare to spit on the ground, you have to eat it."

Another cold remark.

Chen Yuan immediately shut his mouth, rolled his eyes, and dared not say another word.

Fu Yan slowly wiped the long knife and said in a tone like interrogating a prisoner

"Don't want to eat brains?"

nonsense!

Shen Yuan nodded hurriedly, and then she heard Fu Yan's faint voice

"Then go hungry."

Woo woo!

Beast!

Chen Yuan's micro-expression naturally did not escape Fu Yan's eyes. He curled the corners of his mouth maliciously, opened the cage and threw the long knife in his hand into it.

"Wipe it clean."

The tone is always strong.

Does Shen Yuan dare to refuse? Of course not.

You want the horse to run, but you don't want it to eat grass.

She hummed softly, pulled out a few tissues, and wiped every inch of the long knife carefully and meticulously.

The little zombie is very good-looking, with delicate eyebrows and eyes.

Even her pale skin and gray eyes couldn't hide her beauty.

At this moment, she lowered her eyebrows and her small hand with a tissue brushed across the blood-stained long knife.

The warm light from the desk lamp shone on the little zombie's dark and pale face, inexplicably adding a sense of tranquility and beauty.

Fu Yan moved his fingertips, and his heart felt itchy.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the limp head on the ground, feeling a little confused.

The little zombie really doesn't like eating this? Then what does it need to eat?

He doesn't want to raise a child and then let him starve to death.

Soon, Chen Yuan polished the long sword until it was shiny and handed it to Fu Yan with both hands.

His diligence and cleverness were even better than those of the ancient imperial stewards.

Fu Yan curled his lips, took it casually, put the long knife into the space, took out a bucket of instant noodles and mineral water, and weighed them in his palm.

Chen Yuan's eyes followed the instant noodles up and down, and he swallowed subconsciously.

However, when I thought about the shit-like taste of potato chips I had eaten before, I suddenly lost my courage.

Fu Yan ignored her and boiled water to cook noodles, and even generously added a sausage.

The heat slowly rose, enveloping Fu Yan's handsome eyebrows.

He looked very handsome when he ate noodles, wolfing them down without losing his elegance.

The slender and round knuckles holding the black chopsticks look particularly white.

Soon, Fu Yan finished his instant noodles and got up to clean up the garbage.

In the last days, human nature is vicious, and any trace of life may lead to the risk of robbery, so they must be destroyed in a centralized manner.

Fu Yan was not afraid of provoking anyone, he just felt it was troublesome.

He stood up to pack his things, and suddenly a bulging object fell out of the pocket of his black windbreaker and rolled to Shen Yuan's feet.

Shen Yuan picked it up. It was a small stone engraved with several lines and emitting a faint light.

What's this?

Having never picked up a small stone like this before, she looked at it curiously, and suddenly a strong aroma of Wangzai milk rushed into her nose.

She leaned over and smelled it carefully, and found that it was coming from the stone.

Fu Yan put down the instant noodles, walked closer, and took in the little zombie's greedy cat-like expression.

He raised his eyebrows, took out a few crystal cores from his jacket pocket, weighed them in his palm, and said in a deep voice:

"Can you eat this?"

Shen Yuan brought the crystal core to his mouth and took a careful bite.

The next second, Shen Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stuffed the crystal core into his mouth like swallowing a whole apple.

When the crystal core touched the teeth, it instantly turned into a pool, and the tip of the tongue was filled with the rich aroma of Wangzai milk.

The familiar smell made Chen Yuan almost cry with joy.

Although zombies don't get hungry, she is a living person and is greedy.

After eating a whole Wangzai milk crystal core, Shen Yuan licked his lips, feeling unsatisfied.

After successfully raising the little zombie, Fu Yan felt a huge sense of satisfaction in his heart.

He hooked his fingertips, threw the remaining two crystal cores to Chen Yuan, and said in a rare show of mercy:

"Eat slowly, there's more if you don't have enough."

To Shen Yuan, these words sounded like the most beautiful love words in the world.

She pounced on the two crystal cores like a hungry tiger, eating them cleanly.

Woo!

Wangzai steamed buns and honey cakes!

It’s so delicious!

Fu Yan looked at the little zombie eating obediently and smiled rarely.

It feels pretty good to raise a small pet.

It seems that I need to kill more zombies and dig more crystal cores.

Fu Yan got up and prepared to take a shower and go to bed after cleaning up the garbage.

Looking at the only big bed, he was in a dilemma.

The temperature at night in the apocalypse is very low. Even if he is in good physical condition, he can easily catch a cold, so sleeping on the floor is naturally not an option.

Zombies cannot sense external temperature and do not feel pain.

only....

Fu Yan tilted his head and looked at the delicate and tender appearance of the little zombie. He didn't think it could withstand sleeping on the floor, so he immediately gave up the idea.

It was getting dark outside. Fu Yan turned on the villa's security system and got up to take a shower.

Chen Yuan stayed obediently in the cage, dealing with the remaining brains.

The brain looked very fresh, with light pink brain matter spreading all over it, and it was obviously freshly dug out.

Shen Yuan held his breath, took out a few tissues, wrapped his head, and threw it into the trash can.

Woohoo, why is her life so tragic?

Not only did he have to wipe the knife for Fu Yan, but he also had to clean up the remaining brain for him.

[Host, relax. At least the villain didn't kill you and gave you food. Be content.]

Chen Yuan snorted softly at Wangzai's irresponsible remarks and didn't want to pay attention to it.

Wangzai has always been aloof to others, but after getting to know him, Chen Yuan realized that he was good at acting like a spoiled child.

Wangzai circled around Chen Yuan, and his cute voice made people feel daunted.

【Host, I was wrong, please excuse me.】

Shen Yuan couldn't stand this tone the most and immediately softened.

After a while, Fu Yan walked out of the bathroom, covered in steam.

He wiped his hair clean, dried it with his fire ability, and opened the cage that held Shen Yuan.

Chen Yuan was lying on the bed bored, and immediately climbed down when he saw this.

"Sleep yours."

Fu Yan said this in a cold voice, walked to the wardrobe, took out a quilt, and spread it flat on the ground.

Shen Yuan's eyes were glued to him, somewhat confused as to why.

Fu Yan tilted his head and glanced at her, his voice fierce and cold.

"What are you looking at? Go to sleep."

"Huh."

Chen Yuan shrank back and growled softly, responding to Fu Yan's words.

She curled up in the quilt, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Quite a coward.

Looking at the small bulge on the bed, Fu Yan curled the corners of his mouth and silently pulled the quilt tighter around him.

At midnight, the temperature outside the villa dropped to minus four or five degrees Celsius.

In the room, Fu Yan used his fire ability to dispel the cold, and even the little zombie who was sleeping soundly was enveloped in warmth.