"I don't have anything to say." Xu Xuening had no desire to speak to this narcissist. She glared at Han Xiaoxiao and said, "You can't sleep, so you drag Wei Zizhou to chat. He has a lot of life experience and must have experience in fighting. He must have something to say to you two."
"Really?" Han Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up immediately after hearing Xu Xuening's words. He had long wanted to find a suitable person to teach him how to fight.
I used to think that studying wasn't the only way out, but I also vaguely knew that if I didn't study hard, there seemed to be no other way out. But now it's different. In the apocalypse, there's only one rule for survival: to survive.
He saw this point very clearly, especially those who couldn't bear to commit suicide. When the apocalypse first started, there were many such cases every day. Those fragile people made him want to live even more.
Now he looked at Wei Zizhou. He had heard Xu Xuening say that Wei Zizhou was a policeman, and a good one at that. Although he didn't know the difference between a good policeman and a powerful one, Han Xiaoxiao still looked at Wei Zizhou with the same reverent attitude he used when receiving red envelopes during the Spring Festival.
Wei Zizhou, who was looked at like the God of Wealth, could feel the wonderful atmosphere from a distance even though he couldn't see Han Xiaoxiao's expression.
He suddenly understood why the zombies could find them even though they had no hearing.
"Forget it, I'll tell you next time." Wei Zizhou sighed inwardly. He actually had a lot to say to Xu Xuening, such as those superpowers, such as zombie evolution, but he had never heard her mention these. Most importantly, why did she come to save him.
This question was stuck in his mind, making it difficult for him to move on.
He might have had such a close relationship with the friends he grew up with in the alley, but in the end times, he knew that people were just skins, nothing brought with them when they were born and nothing taken away when they died. He wasn't as important as he thought. At least not among his friends.
He felt relieved, more understanding. Everyone's life was like this. No one was more noble or precious than anyone else. A friend's life was also a life, and his own wasn't worth risking.
What's more, he thought he would definitely die in this city.
However, there were too many changes in this day.
First, Xu Xue Ning came to save him, and then he gained superpowers. Looking at other people's superpowers, he was full of envy. He had no hope for his own ability to dye his hair, but he still felt that since he had superpowers, his hope was getting bigger and bigger.
Pandora's Box may really be the last hope left for people.
Although he didn't know whether this hope would work or not, it actually gave him the motivation to live.
Maybe, I can really get out of this city!
"By the way, Xiaoxiao, what's your special ability?" Xu Xue Ning looked at Han Xiaoxiao and simply found a candle in the house. After rubbing it with her palm a few times, she lit the candle.
The previous owners of this house were probably a romantic young couple. There were dozens of incense sticks and candles in the cabinet at the door, all used to set the mood.
However, at this moment, it can only play its minimum role and be used for lighting.
The tiny flame danced slightly in the air, flickering with trembling light.
There were no windows in the room, and they were not worried that the strange and aphrodisiac scented candles would attract zombies outside.
Several people had fallen asleep, snoring loudly.
"When my mother died, my superpowers erupted." Han Xiaoxiao knew what Wei Zizhou wanted to ask, and he shook his head. "I don't know what these superpowers are, but I think it might have something to do with people's thoughts. You see, at that time, I wanted to blow up those harmful things and die with them. I didn't expect that when I woke up, it would really be like that."
"Brother Wei, what were you thinking at that time?" Han Xiaoxiao turned to look at Wei Zizhou. He could see that Wei Zizhou's hair had changed color, but he felt that the supernatural power must have more than just this one function. At most, it was just not manifested.
"I, I don't know either. Perhaps he was hoping for world peace in the future!" Wei Zizhou said self-deprecatingly. Could it be that he was thinking about changing his hair? Could it be that a young man like him was going to go bald in middle age so soon?
call……
This thought frightened Wei Zizhou so much that he trembled all over. He frightened himself.
Absolutely impossible, he is still a motivated young man!
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