Wang Ge stared blankly at the tin foil in his hand for a while, then his dark brown eyes looked at Bai Yifan again.
With a hint of disdain.
That's too little.
Bai Yifan rubbed his nose and said apologetically, "I'll give it to you when I have time! I only brought a little with me today, and I ate quite a bit on the way."
Wang Ge saved him, and giving him milk tablets was also to express his gratitude.
It hurts a bit, though.
Bai Yifan, however, believed that he was still quite valuable, at least more valuable than these few milk tablets.
Wang Ge frowned slightly and silently withdrew his hand.
He peeled off the foil with his slender fingers, opened his mouth as if to eat it, but hesitated for a moment, then wrapped it up again with foil and put it in his pocket.
Never mind, I'll eat sparingly.
I don't know when I'll kill Bai Yifan, I'll save some for later.
"Wang Ge, why did you run out here all by yourself again?"
Bai Yifan looked at Wang Ge's fair face and asked.
Wang Ge glanced at Bai Yifan blankly, without saying a word.
Bai Yifan wasn't angry; that's how mentally ill people are.
"Wang Ge, why is your face so pale? Did you put on some makeup?"
Bai Yifan curiously took two steps toward Wang Ge, looking at his face and neck.
The colors of her face and neck are slightly different.
It seems like two different shades of powder puffs were used.
Especially the jawline area, the color is very unnatural, as if something is being deliberately covered up.
All of this was just Bai Yifan's intuition; one couldn't actually tell the difference at a glance.
Wang Ge frowned almost imperceptibly and slowly took a step back.
"The peach tree saved you, you deserve extra money!"
Wang Ge suddenly spoke up.
Wang Ge's voice successfully diverted Bai Yifan's attention somewhat.
"Money? I have no money! I don't have any crystal cores either!"
Bai Yifan rubbed his hands together, feeling a little embarrassed.
He hadn't hunted many zombies, so naturally he didn't have any crystal cores.
Even if there were any, they were all turned in.
Whether before or after the apocalypse, Bai Yifan was always the poorest.
"money."
Wang Ge held the milk tablet wrapped in tin foil and clearly pronounced a syllable.
Bai Yifan rubbed his forehead, a look of pain flashing across his face.
How come this child became addicted after just one taste?
These milk tablets are much more valuable than money; they were made from milk powder given by Zhang Yiming and personally pounded by Bai Yifan with a small hammer.
"Okay, I'll bring you some when I have time in the future."
Bai Yifan, suppressing the pain in his heart, nodded.
His own life was of course more important than milk tablets, and with that thought, Bai Yifan came to terms with it.
Friends are everywhere, but true friends are hard to find.
Wang Ge also loves to eat milk tablets, and Bai Yifan thinks he has great taste.
Children with good taste are unlikely to have bad character.
Wang Ge's dark brown eyes flickered, but his face remained expressionless as he stood motionless.
The scorching sun shone on him, and his handsome face appeared lively and energetic in the sunlight. Even when he stood there expressionless, he looked much more spirited than most of the survivors.
Bai Yifan asked a few more questions, but Wang Ge either remained silent or spoke in ways that Bai Yifan couldn't understand.
They were all speaking from the perspective of being a peach tree.
Bai Yifan sighed softly, looking at the boy in front of him who was about the same age as himself, with a look of regret.
It's such a pity that he's so young and already so neurotic.
"Let's go! I'll take you to find your dad!"
Bai Yifan reached out and tugged at Wang Ge's sleeve, preparing to take Wang Ge back to the village first.
Perhaps Dean Wang will come back to look for his lost son.
Wang Ge stood still, refusing to budge no matter how Bai Yifan pulled him.
"Big Tree, I'm thinking of transplanting you to the village. There are lots of milk tablets there. Would you like to go?"
Bai Yifan knew that mentally ill people were hard to coax, so he could only deliberately speak in a childish tone.
It's like the tone of voice a kindergarten teacher uses when talking to children.
Wang Ge stood there expressionless, his face twitching almost imperceptibly.
Bai Yifan raised an eyebrow, and seeing that Wang Ge did not react, he increased the force with which he pulled him.
Bai Yifan felt that the scuffing and pulling in broad daylight was affecting the city's appearance.
If the clothes get torn, that's a whole different story.
So Bai Yifan used his hand to block Wang Ge from walking towards the village.
Her hand landed precisely on Wang Ge's chest.
There, I was punched by Bai Yifan yesterday.
Adding to the fact that he was in a rather disheveled state when he escaped yesterday, and that he was also affected when he commanded the other zombies to self-destruct, Wang Ge frowned on his expressionless face and shoved Bai Yifan away.
A hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes.
He came here to take a hostage and then storm back into the village.
He was determined to capture the villagers and the zombies, no matter what.
With them there, the experiment will definitely reach a new level.
He knew as soon as Bai Yifan left the village, and even the "hero saves the beauty" scene was orchestrated by him.
Wang Ge raised his fingers and pressed them heavily on Bai Yifan's shoulder, tightening his grip and exerting force.
The nails were almost embedded in the flesh.
Bai Yifan glanced at his shoulder in confusion, and felt the pain emanating from it.
"Wang Ge, what are you doing?" Bai Yifan smiled. "Is the peach tree thirsty?"
Bai Yifan's smile was gentle, devoid of any other emotion; it was simply a smile for the sake of smiling, clean and pure.
Wang Ge narrowed his eyes and continued to apply pressure with his fingers.
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