"No." Pan Shu smiled slightly, "It's late, go to bed early."
Jiang Jie has always been obedient and worry-free.
He lowered his eyes and responded obediently, but his eyebrows lowered and the blush on his cheeks faded slightly.
The light shone on his exquisite and handsome face that was hard to tell whether it was male or female. Pan Shu was stunned. The eighteen-year-old boy was fresh and docile, but she didn't know if his insides were dark and corrupt.
He hugged Banshu gently.
Then release it very quickly.
Before Banshu could come to her senses, she turned around and retreated. A gust of wind blew over, and the clean soapberry fragrance on the boy's body seemed to have not yet dissipated.
late at night.
Large flakes of snow fell down dully.
Panshu was awakened by a scream.
The sharp howl made people feel cold all over. Pan Shu subconsciously thought of what Fang Han said during the day. She clenched her cold fingertips, hurriedly got up, put on her clothes, and opened the door.
She looked downstairs in confusion.
Bright red blood splattered everywhere, soaking the white snow.
There were women and children who fled in a panic, holding their children. There were fear on their faces, and they screamed, and then died at the hands of zombies.
The cold snow made Banshu shiver all over.
His face turned pale in an instant.
The strong smell of blood made her subconsciously want to vomit.
"Shushu! Shushu, come here quickly!" Fang Han's residence was closer to Banshu, so she arrived the fastest.
She was injured in the arm and could barely hold the gun.
“Hanhan…”
Pan Shu's pupils shrank, and she hurried down the stairs to support Fang Han, anxiously pressing her bleeding shoulder, "How are you now?"
Fang Han smiled and said, "It's just a minor injury. It looks serious, but it's actually not serious at all. Don't worry, Shushu."
"elder sister!"
When Ban Shu heard Jiang Jie's hysterical, desperate and shrill screams, she turned around suddenly.
Under the moonlight.
The boy staggered towards her.
She widened her eyes slightly.
A hideous and ugly zombie with scarlet liquid in its mouth opened its bloody mouth and was about to touch Pan Shu's snow-white skin in the next second.
Tears already appeared on the boy's face.
He ran towards Banshu with all his might, opening his arms to block her.
"Sister...why are you still so careless..."
"Ginger mustard!"
"Let's go... Sister, let's go..."
He pushed Pan Shu desperately, moving his lips, "Go away, go away... Don't worry about me..."
Fang Han used all his strength to take Ban Shu away.
She held back her tears and said, "Shushu, hurry up and leave. If you don't leave now, more zombies will come..."
Pan Shu looked at the boy with tears on his face in confusion.
He looked at her and smiled.
Just a few hours ago, he had taken off all his clothes to beg for her mercy.
At this moment, the boy fell silent.
After Ban Shu left, Jiang Jie raised his eyebrows, slowly stood up and brushed off the dust on his body. He turned around and looked at the stupid zombie. With a slight movement of his fingertips, the zombie howled in pain.
A few seconds later, it collapsed to the ground.
"You dirty, stinky thing! How dare you touch my sister? Huh? Who gave you the courage?"
He narrowed his eyes, looked down at this hell on earth, and sneered, "What a bunch of idiots."
My sister can only be his.
On the other side, Pan Shu was stunned and tears rolled down her cheeks. She moved her lips, but at first no sound came out. She asked, "Jiang Jie... is he dead..."
Fang Han avoided answering, "This zombie wave came too suddenly..."
"Shushu!"
Shang Ting ran towards Pan Shu with a pale face. He gasped for breath and hugged Pan Shu tightly in his arms with fear, "It's okay... It's okay..."
His fingertips couldn't stop trembling.
"It's okay, I'm glad you're okay."
Pan Shu's voice choked with sobs, "Jiang Jie... Jiang Jie died... to save me."
Tears wet her eyelashes.
Shang Ting felt a dull pain in his heart.
He didn't say anything, but just silently patted her thin and trembling back, "Don't be afraid..."
Not long after, Wen Yao also rushed over.
There was still a hint of blood on him.
He frowned and looked Pan Shu up and down: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay...but Hanhan is injured...please bandage her quickly..." Panshu's face was pale, she pursed her dry lips and pleaded.
Wen Yao glanced at Fang Han.
Then he looked at her arm.
He scoffed, "Such a minor injury, usually it would be more serious than this."
Fang Han also nodded, "Yes, Shushu, don't worry, I'm really fine!"
On this cold snowy night.
Too many people died.
Panshu is lucky.
She doesn't have any special powers, but she has so many people who love and protect her.
Wen Yao and Fang Han took a group of people with special abilities to protect other people, leaving Shang Ting alone to protect Ban Shu.
Pan Shu trembled her eyelashes silently, "It will pass, right?"
"Yes."
Shang Ting held her hand firmly.
She hummed softly.
Suddenly, her eyes fixed, and her whole body trembled slightly in disbelief, "Xie Chen...that's Xie Chen..."
"What?" Shang Ting followed her gaze.
But he was a bright and handsome young man with a handsome face that was hard to look at. He was covered in blood and was supporting his body precariously, as if he would fall to the ground at any moment.
"I want... I want to go find him..."
She broke free from Shang Ting's embrace, "That's Xie Chen..."
"Shushu!"
Shang Ting was unable to hold her back for a moment.
He caught up with Pan Shu with a frown on his face. He said coldly, "Don't you think the timing of Xie Chen's appearance is too coincidental? How can you be sure that it was Xie Chen? You haven't seen each other for so many years..."
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