The little lass's teasing was also a form of torture for Zhang Xiaoqiang. Every time the little lass teased him, he would think about peeking at Yang Ke-er's washboard figure when she was bathing. Then, all his desires would disappear. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he couldn't force himself to do it while hugging the washboard. Furthermore, with Yang Ke-er by his side, he wouldn't even have the chance to chat with Fifth Young Lady. Just thinking about it made his eyes brim with tears!
Finding a cup, he watched as the rainwater dripped from the spoon into the cup. Zhang Xiao Qiang was once again reminded of that day when he was in so much pain that he wished he was dead. The scorching heat and freezing cold caused him to shiver uncontrollably!
When he woke up, the cup was already 80% full.
"Just a little, just a little!" Looking at the spoonful of rainwater, Zhang Xiaoqiang really couldn't bring himself to drink it.
After the mini version of the Beast Horn Spear was made, it was given to the little lass. Zhang Xiaoqiang wasn't a petty person. Although Yang Ke-er was somewhat flirtatious and simple-minded, she wasn't a bad person.
She knew who was good to her and could be considered to have matured a little.
However, Yang Ke-er occasionally tried to seduce Zhang Xiaoqiang with her 'tri-no figure'!
The cup on the dining table was empty. Yang Ke-er was walking towards her small bed, preparing to continue her needlework.
"Just want to sleep?" He couldn't believe it.
"Why didn't you ask before touching my cup?" Zhang Xiaoqiang was very angry and complained about the little lass acting recklessly!
"Alright, alright!
Continue practicing, I will be watching! "Zhang Xiaoqiang felt goosebumps all over his body.
Looking at his watch, it had already been 8 hours. He couldn't hold on any longer with the dark circles under his eyes, and accidentally fell asleep.
That night, Yang Ke-er slept very soundly while Zhang Xiaoqiang was tormented quite a bit.
"I don't think the little girl wants to become a monster."
Yang Ke-er turned over and muttered something she didn't understand. She scratched her butt and went back to sleep.
It was a false alarm. Zhang Xiaoqiang relaxed slightly and continued to observe.
The bucket at the side of the cave was filled with rainwater. Zhang Xiao Qiang did not know if he had made the right decision. The last time, he had been tormented by the rainwater that splashed into his mouth. He did not want to experience that again in this lifetime. However, after leaving the cave, he had escaped death time and time again. The fear of being blocked by the D2, the fear of riding on the back of a Mutant Beast, he had resigned himself to fate.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang longed for power. He longed for the power to control his own life and death. He was unwilling to pin his hopes on that inexplicable luck.
Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that something was wrong and turned around abruptly.
Picking up a ladle, Zhang Xiaoqiang scooped up a spoonful of rainwater. Looking at the rainwater, Zhang Xiaoqiang was having a fierce internal struggle. To drink or not to drink?
This problem was very confusing.
"It's a bit big?
You don't look like you're used to it! "Yang Ke-er said as she looked at the animal skin sewn camouflage uniform.
The camouflage uniform hanging on Yang Ke-er's body seemed empty. It felt like a little girl wearing her father's clothes. "It's a bit big. Hmm!
Got it. "
Zhang Xiaoqiang dug out an armed belt from the pile of supplies and tied it around Yang Ke-er's waist. A cute little female soldier appeared in front of him.
Yang Ke-er was doing waist stretching exercises. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that there was nothing else to do. Smoking another cigarette made him feel bored. Suddenly, he thought of something and walked out of the cave with a plastic bucket.
Looking at the bucket full of rainwater, Zhang Xiaoqiang was also puzzled. Why did he take such a big bucket? Was it because of his miser?
Why did he have to take things that didn't cost money?
"Gulp, gulp … Ha!" "Thump!"
Behind him, the sound of Yang Ke-er drinking water and placing a glass on the table could be heard.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not disturb Yang Ke-er again. He just stood at the side and watched her quietly.
"…" Yang Ke-er turned around and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang suspiciously.
When Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to speak again, Yang Ke-er had already fallen asleep. Looking at the sleeping Yang Ke-er, Zhang Xiaoqiang was on tenterhooks. He wanted to get rid of her the moment she mutated.
After an unknown period of time, Yang Ke-er suddenly moved. Zhang Xiaoqiang tensed up and held the Beast Horn Spear in his right hand, ready to attack at any moment.
"Nothing?
I just feel a little sleepy! "Yang Ke-er rubbed her eyes.
Yang Ke-er was a little confused. She rubbed her stomach, her face, and the back of her head. She then said to Zhang Xiaoqiang, "Nope."
"Definitely, try to feel it again." Zhang Xiao Qiang did not give up and continued to ask.
"En!
Uncle, did you drug the water? You're so evil! "Yang Ke 'er said as she snuck her way to her bed and burrowed into it.
The Beast Horn Spear in Yang Ke-er's hand was about 1.6 meters long. It was about the same height as Yang Ke-er. Thinking about Yang Ke-er's height, Zhang Xiaoqiang was unhappy. "The places that should grow are not growing. All the way up to the head. I can't even look at something that's pleasing to the eyes!"
Carrying the bucket of water to the platform, Yang Ke-er was currently using a needle and thread to change her camouflage uniform. It seemed like she was not satisfied with Zhang Xiaoqiang's handiwork.
"Wait!" Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted at Yang Ke-er anxiously.
Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed and squatted down on the steps with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked at the pool of water in a daze.
"Taking advantage of my absence to slack off again?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang angrily asked Yang Ke-er. In this post-apocalyptic world, a little more skill meant a little more chance of survival. Talent was one thing, hard work was another. Without hard work, even the best talent was useless!
"Forget it. Do you feel that something is wrong?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked again.
The little lass was not old, but she had a lot of problems. She would grind her teeth and snore.
She had all the problems that shouldn't be there. Every time she moved, Zhang Xiaoqiang would be on guard.
The funniest thing was that when Yang Ke-er slept, an unknown substance flowed out of her nose. This made Zhang Xiaoqiang think that she was sick. But when Yang Ke-er exhaled, the unknown substance turned into a snot bubble. Zhang Xiaoqiang watched as Yang Ke-er's snot bubble became bigger and smaller as she exhaled.
Zhang Xiao Qiang felt as though he had crossed over to a cartoon and was looking at a cartoon character sleeping.
"What? My hands were just sore and I rested for a while. It was really just a while!
Besides, you didn't look at me when I was working hard. If you didn't look, how would you know if I wasn't working hard? "Yang Ke-er stomped her feet and said to Zhang Xiaoqiang coquettishly.
Lighting a cigarette, he looked at the two simple leather armors in front of him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was very happy. He cut the two animal skins into strips and sewed them into the camouflage uniform.
"Even if it can't block bullets, it should be able to block the claws of the zombies right?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang thought to himself. In his mind, the image of the D2 disassembling the bus flashed past. "Except for the D2!" He decided that if he saw a D2 in the future, he would definitely run far away!
"Ai!
It's already the Lower Three Heavens!
When will it end! "
Looking at the endless rain outside the cave, Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed. He did not know what the outside would look like after the rain. But no matter what, the zombies would not all die at once!
Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head and entered the cave.
The moment he entered the cave, he saw Yang Ke-er playing around. Yang Ke-er was holding the Beast Horn Spear behind her back, and the other hand was covering her forehead. She was like a golden rooster standing on one leg like Sun Wukong.
Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang enter, she hurriedly tried to stab him with the spear.
"Just bear with it. Who asked you to not have a waist?" Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled his eyes and said.
Yang Ke-er puffed up her chest and buckled her belt. "It's a little tight!" Yang Ke-er complained.
Looking at the rain that was 80% full, the little bit of courage that Zhang Xiao Qiang had mustered with great difficulty vanished into thin air.
He then placed the cup on the table beside the bed.