296 Father * Husband * Man

"Is she still asleep?" Yang Tian looked at the little Barbie in Hathaway's arms and was a little stunned for a moment. No, it's been a day and a night. Is this child taking supplements!?

"I hope she can withstand the energy of the brain nucleus." Hathaway's tone was full of worry, holding the delicate little Barbie in her arms, and her face was full of heartache.

"Don't worry, it should be okay. Before that, she was a five-star emperor, and it took a long time to advance. It should be no problem." Yang Tian comforted softly. The door had been opened, and a group of men and women stepped in.

"Tomorrow is the day we set out. Barbie is still unconscious. I think Hathaway and I will stay in the position together." Han Jingyi said coldly. In front of everyone, the frost on her face never faded: "Yang, you take Jessica, Kelly and Rune to follow the army!" As for Hunter, Nicola, you two, if you want to go, you can go. If you don't want to go, you also need manpower here in New York.

"I will participate in the expedition, and I will participate in all the tasks related to the zombie and beast alliance." Hunter wiped the exquisite mithril Luger in his hand and looked up and said in a low voice. He did not forget the purpose of joining the team. However, since he joined the team and played with the Zombie Beast Alliance several times, he has been wandering with the team. He doesn't know when he will go north to Canada to find his relatives. In fact, in these days, Hunter has left alone several times. The idea, because he felt that he didn't know that he would not be able to go north until the Year of the Monkey. However, every time the captain Yang Tian's return shocked Hunter endlessly. Hunter also knew that only with strength, the presence of the captain, could he go deep into Canada, and if possible, he could save his relatives. People!

"Let's go together! I feel that Laki is about to advance! This mission can just make it exercise!" Nikolay touched Laki's soft hair with a rough and bold smile.

"Okay, that's it!" Han Jingyi nodded, looked around the crowd with cold eyes, and said in a cold voice, "At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, you will go out with the New York team. Pay attention to the poor people in Washington. They may make a trick on you."

"Those who come will not refuse." Nicholas smiled and glanced at Yang Tian. Yang Tian shrugged his shoulders and turned out of the room.

.................."Are you all right?" As soon as she opened the door, Tiffany's gentle voice came, and the noble and beautiful face was full of distress, which made Yang Tian a little ashamed.

"It's okay. Did you confirm it carefully yesterday? What are you worried about?" Yang Tian forced a smile and patted Daphne on the head.

"Come in, what are you doing standing outside!" Tiffany blushed, gave Yang Tian a white look, and turned her body sideways. A few seconds later, she found that Yang Tian had no intention of coming in at all.

"I'll come and tell you that I'm going out tomorrow." Yang Tian staggered for a moment, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet to speak out.

"You... want to go again!" Daphne's body trembled slightly, with a trace of sadness in her eyes, looking at Yang Tian.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Just when Yang Tian was uncomfortable and embarrassed to death, Tiffany laughed. The previous second's stiff face instantly bloomed like a flower, making Yang Tian like a spring breeze.

"I'm the highest person in charge in Los Angeles. How can I not know this mission, fool, tease you." Daphne smiled, and Yang Tian smiled awkwardly.

"I'll go this time, too." Daphne covered her mouth and smiled and said, "Come in. You won't leave until tomorrow. What's the hurry?"

.................. "Honey, if I leave you one day, please don't cry." A medium-sized, slightly tired man sat on a chair with a small winged eagle tattooed on his neck, which was extremely exquisite. In the wide but dark cellar, the man fixedly stared ahead. The dark survival for several months has made the man adapt to such light.

"Myss... s... s... s..." Unexpectedly, on the opposite side, there was a female zombie, tied to the pillar, constantly roaring at the man in front of her, and her body struggled crazily. Once the female zombie broke free from the shackles, she must bite this hateful human!

Looking at the still turbid gray-green eyes, the man buried his face deeply in his arms. In the dark cellar, he fell into an endless silence. Only the female zombie, who was still never tired, kept roaring, like a dagger, stabbing into the man's heart inch by inch.

"Please, call me Gerard again, please." The man suddenly stood up and walked step by step to the female zombie, with such a humble and helpless tone: "I just ask you to look at me again with those touching eyes, just once."

The man said, and his tone was so excited that he wanted to touch the pale cheeks of the female zombie, but the female zombie turned her head, opened her mouth, and bit the man's palm.

The man hurriedly withdrew his palm and looked sadly at this female zombie who was always full of murder and desire for herself. There was no more love, no more tenderness, no more care, changed, everything changed, and even the once beautiful eyes turned gray. Gerald covered his face with one hand. His nose was sore and his eyes were a little wet. Yes, did he cry?

"Don't cry, Gerard. You haven't drunk for a day. Don't waste it so luxuriously." Gerrard made fun of himself and slowly laughed out loud. The sad laughter wrapped around the dark cellar, which was so harsh.

"Woo-woo... Wow..." The cry came, and Gerard quickly turned his head and quickly ran to the left. On a simple bed board, it turned out to be a baby.

The man's sad and lonely face instantly became extremely luxuriant, wiping away the extravagant tears, and his eyes were full of love. Looking at the crying little guy, he carefully wrapped himself in the quilt and reached out to pick up the baby.

"Well!" The man's arm hurt slightly, and the baby seemed to be hungry. He bit the man's arm and kept biting.

"Hehe, little guy, normally, you should have teeth for six months, but you idiot, why haven't you had teeth for seven months? What a little fool." The man affectionately rubbed the baby's face with the tip of his nose. In the dark, only with the little guy in his hand, the man has a trace of desire to live. He has been hiding for a winter. What kind of thing he hasn't experienced? He has fought with zombies. He has slaughtered stray wild dogs. He lives alone in this cold and dark cellar, living close to the stored vegetables, and dares not take an extra bite every day. When it snowed, he ran out in horror, grabbed the life-saving snow and swallowed it crazily. He had been to the police station, took his spare pistol, and passed through a small urban area to find anyone who might survive or ask for help. However, what was displayed in front of him, except for the walking body. It's the corpse that was bitten. He fled back to the cellar. When he opened the cellar board and walked into the simple soundproof wooden door, he heard the clear baby crying. The man swore that it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in his life.

"Good boy, don't cry, don't cry, right away, Dad will give you something delicious." Gerard held the baby who bit his arm in one hand and ran to the exit of the cellar. He carried a knife in one hand and looked at the incomplete body under his feet. A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He chopped off the remaining arm of the body, picked it gently, turned around, and walked to the struggling female zombie: "One more day. This body is going to be eaten up again, and I will go out to find food for you. You have to take good care of our children. The words are so gentle, but in such an environment, they seem so desolate.

The female zombie couldn't understand the man's words at all. She just stared at the blood-coagulated arm, looked at the food in front of her, and then at the human in front of her. She was slightly stunned. In an instant, the female zombie opened her mouth and kept approaching her arm, trying to get close to the food.

"Forget it, you always need me to take care of you, my dearest baby." Gerrard shook his head with a smile, stuffed the arm of the body into the mouth of the female zombie, and kept feeding it. Looking at the blood and meat gushing from the corners of the mouth of the female zombie, and the crazy bite of the female zombie, Gerrard silently closed his eyes thousands of times. Such actions were repeated thousands of times, but why every time I see that my heart is so bitter.

"Wow" The baby cried again. He couldn't get food for a long time and couldn't stand it.

"Stop it, right now, I'll feed our good baby first next time!" Gerard put down the knife in his hand, came to a tattered table, picked up a clean dagger, and there was no fear in his eyes. He rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, and saw that the right arm was dense and full of scars, which was shocking, in sharp contrast to the intact left arm! Looking at a wound that had not yet healed, the man gently scratched it with a sharp dagger.

The dripping blood kept pouring out. The man skillfully held the baby in his arms. He picked up a bottle with his left hand and aimed at the direction of the blood dripping. Drop by drop, drop after drop... The baby bit the man's neck crazily, but the small mouth without teeth could not bite the neck close to him, leaving only one. The wet mouth watermark.

When the small bottle was filled with half a bottle of delicious blood, the man skillfully twisted the lid of the pacifier, his eyes were full of love, and stuffed the pacifier into the mouth of the baby who was constantly crying and biting his neck.

"Gugudu, Gudu..." If you don't cry or make trouble, the baby sucks the pacifier, and a mouthful of delicious blood flows into the stomach along the pale mouth.

The man gently stroked the baby's head, and the loving eyes met the baby's gray turbid eyes, staring for a long time...

(To be continued)