"What's the matter?" Seeing the surprised excitement on Fang Hao's face, He Zizhong's exhaustion from being bent over a long time flew away instantly.

Fang Hao smiled brightly and stretched his left hand out in front of He Zizhong. Then, the right hand hiding behind holding a big knife... swiped down on his small hand. Bright red blood suddenly poured out.

He Zizhong... "You!!!"

"Senior, look!" Fang Hao still smiled brilliantly, stuffing the kitchen knife he used to mutilate himself into He Zizhong's hand and covering the wound on his left hand with his right hand.

A faint white light emerged from the palm of his right hand, and the wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Look! Look! I have abilities too!!"

Fang Hao was excited, but realized that He Zizhong's thin lips were pursed, his eyes flashing with anger. Was senior upset?

There was a slight tremor in his heart, and the originally excited mood was dowsed in cold water and came down.

With a "thud", He Zizhong dropped the knife in his hand and pulled his hand over. Even if he didn't confirm it with his own eyes, He Zizhong knew that Fang Hao's ability could easily solve such a small wound. But it was undeniable that when he saw him hurt himself with a knife, he... distressed. ¹skipped the word in between to emphasize the ? mood

"Not allowed in the future." He Zizhong breathed a sigh of relief as he rubbed his fingers on the place he had just cut, confirming that there was no white scar.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Hao realized something. His nervousness disappeared, and the smile on his face was a bit silly: "Ah, I was just too excited just now... I definitely won't!"

A poor little fat pig was stabbed in the butt by two unscrupulous owners, and screamed. Under the bright white light from one of the owners' hands, it recovered as before, four short legs kicking and kicking, trying to escape the hands of its two unscrupulous masters. Even if the wound was healed, it still can't make up for the pain it just experienced!!²?+? =...? | Couldn't help myself.

"Well, it really is the ability to heal." He Zizhong nodded pretendingly, and pointed at the poor pig. "Remember, when you do this kind of thing in the future, just use them to experiment."

Fang Hao nodded silently, and looked at the little fat pig who was struggling and howling. Now that he saw the little pig being tested on by both of them, he thought it looked a bit pitiful. What's more, how did senior see him just then?

"How did you find out?" Finally released, the little fat pig rushed towards its group with all four hooves, successfully causing chaos, and showing the limits of running that a pig with the power of a pig could show.

"Oh, I accidentally scratched my hand while cooking just now, so I discovered it." Fang Hao quickly followed He Zizhong's footsteps, sticking out his tongue, and explained embarrassingly.

It seems that he discovered it for the same reason in his previous life, right?

Seeing the appearance of his tongue sticking out, He Zizhong felt a little jealous for some reason, and an urge to kiss him rose in his heart.

He thought so, and so he acted.

By the bamboo forest and beside the bamboo house, hidden behind the grape trellises, the tall man slightly possessed and kissed the younger man who was slightly shorter.

The kiss was very gentle and warm, which made Fang Hao involuntarily immersed in it. The kiss was really like the feeling He Zizhong gave him. It was gentle and mature, and it gave him a sense of peace, reliance, and a feeling of companionship.

That evening, Fang Hao's results were remarkable. More than 30 glutinous rice balls, 50 rice balls, and 50 steamed rolls were made. He also leavened some dough, and made a lot of roujiamo with the leftover pork belly. After the pork belly was used up, the remaining steamed buns were stuffed with the leftover vegetables from the pancake.

The two of them made four or five trips to put the prepared foods into the space below - completely forgetting that even when they were in the space, someone could directly pick and put things down. Instead, he was running very happily...

He Zizhong was sitting on the sofa in the living room, sipping water from the space well. The soreness on his waist, fatigue in his body, and strain on his arms all seemed to slowly dissipate under the cleansing³Couldn't find a better word to describe the refreshing sousing feel here, except from drinking. of the water.

He don't know if it was because of exhaustion, but He Zizhong felt the water was sweeter than before.

"Senior, I'm done washing." Fang Hao walked out from behind, with a towel on his head.

The quaint space oddly had a very advanced bathroom. The bathroom was just behind the living room on the first floor on the right, and the toilet was on the left. Although it looked simple, it was a sitting toilet...

Or rather, a bucket more appropriately speaking, but it had a very magical purification function. They just needed to close the lid and open it again, and there would be nothing inside. Even the smell vanished, not to mention anything else...?

The room on the right was a bathroom with a waterfall of warm water that flows all the year round, and a large pool made of stones that looks like a hot spring.

Fang Hao was very excited when he saw this place for the first time. The day before apocalypse, he was still thinking about going to the hot spring the next day, but then the apocalypse came.

He Zizhong originally wanted to go with him—the pool was large enough. However, considering someone's powerful attraction and the physical exhaustion from today, coupled with the plan for the next day, he decided to washing separately was healthier.

But after he was washed, and after climbing to the second floor with Fang Hao, he saw the oversized bed and Fang Hao standing beside him with his head slightly down...

He sighed softly in his heart, took his hand and walked towards the big bed together. Space water should have a good function of eliminating fatigue, right?

Clinging to He Zizhong’s side, Fang Hao forcefully endured his heart's sorrow: "Senior...it's almost twelve o'clock..." He was not willing to give up being close to him. But senior worked hard today, and there were still many things to do tomorrow, and there was also... his fever these days...

"Yeah." He Zizhong's heart lightened, but there was also a faint sense of loss. His hands crawled along the separation between his upper and lower body, his fingers were not honest, touching his slender and tough waist.

Not as soft as women, but with a different kind of attraction.

Fang Hao flushed, and his chin was lifted by a large hand. Originally gentle lips became heated, intersecting, and with the addition of the hand that couldn’t keep moving on his back and waist, his whole body softened, completely dizzy.

The twelve o'clock fever arrived on time, and by then all their clothes had flown to who knew where.

Fang Hao buried his head on He Zizhong's chest, breathing more and more quickly. Not long after, his body trembled, his mind went blank, and he released it into his hands. After a long time, he raised his head and said, "Senior... are you having a fever again?"

"Yeah." He went up and kissed him, "It's not so uncomfortable today, and my head is not so dizzy."

Fang Hao nodded, his voice was hoarse: "I, I will deal with it..."

Fang Hao went downstairs to wash. He Zizhong closed his eyes and lay on the bed, feeling that he was gradually weakening from the fever, and let out a long breath.

Regardless of the cause of the fever, the two agreed that He Zizhong's fever would lead to a weakened immune system, so today it was only He Zizhong that helped Fang Hao soothe his needs.

Since it takes time to recover from the low-grade fever, he had to wait for a day they could rest early before...

Otherwise, whether it is He Zizhong, or Fang Hao who is destined to be below, the next day was not a good idea.

Space water seemed to be really useful for low-grade fever. The duration of the fever seemed to have shortened, and the exhaustion time⁴Couldn't find a matching English word... basically, how long he's exhausted post-fever of the whole body was reduced a lot. When 8 o'clock in the morning rolled around, he couldn't feel anything.

For the sake of safety, the two ate breakfast and did not come out of the space until half past nine.

The decision was very accurate, because they just came out of the space and were about to go downstairs to pick up the car, when they heard the sound of a door being broken on the first floor.

Looking at each other, the two carefully picked up the newly replaced steel pipe and walked towards the stairs.

"How did you drive the car?"

"I didn't mean it. Who thought someone would rush out suddenly!" The other person refused to accept the blame.

"Who knows if it was a human or a zombie?"

"Okay, it's okay, that person got up..."

After a lot of back and forth, the few people downstairs finally confirmed that the person who was almost hit was indeed a normal human. But because the noise made attracted the zombies hidden nearby, the people who had just hit the gate reversed their cars and continued to drive forward.

"Let's go, otherwise it might not be easy to walk on the road for a while." After the loud quarrel, even if they did not want to leave, they had to. The door was smashed, and now the bookstore's defense ability was almost zero.

The two of them went downstairs and smoothly added the books they could get into the space. When they ran out of the bookstore, the group of people outside were startled, and breathed a sigh of relief only after discovering they were not zombies.

There was more than one car downstairs. In addition to zombies that were newly attracted, there were also zombies who had been chasing the car previously.

He Zizhong and Fang Hao quickly ran to the side road and started their car. After turning onto the road, they saw the person who had been nearly hit before climbing into the car that she had just stopped.

"Senior, where do you think they are going?" Fang Hao couldn't help asking when he found that the cars on the left and right were going in the same direction.

"I'm afraid they are going to the supermarket in front." He Zizhong sighed.

"Then shall we go to the gas company and clothing mall first? Or go to the supermarket with them first?"

He Zizhong quickly considered it in his mind. The advantage of going to the supermarket later was that there might be fewer people and his actions will not be noticed. But the downside was that things might be taken indiscriminately.

But……

"Go to the gas company first." He already has a lot of food and other things. Planting grain seeds in the space will soon let them self-sufficient. The shelf life of other materials is relatively long, so there is no need to fight with those people this time.

The two turned halfway onto the road leading to the gas company. The two cars behind them were confused, and they also made the turn.

He Zizhong frowned. What were the two cars doing?

After another turn, the car turned onto the small road on the side of the gas company and stopped. Some scattered zombies on the road swayed. The two cars discovered that the car in front had stopped and started fighting the zombies. They realized that they seemed to be following the wrong car and they panicked. Panicking, they turned around and drove back to the original path.

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