They blinked, and the big sister spoke very straightforwardly.
The big sister continued, "If we don't go, we won't lose anything, and there won't be any danger. We can still drive around looking for shelters, so I think it's unnecessary."
They pondered.
Xu Zeyang, "Agree."
Wen Jie, "Agree."
Old Mao, "Agree."
The big sister stared at the distant building, barely able to make out a figure on the rooftop. That figure must be a survivor, who, in such an open place, must have already spotted them.
Now, it was no longer just a battle with the post-apocalyptic zombies, but also with human nature.
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Room 704.
Inside the room.
Lin Fan stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the clothes he wore, looking left and right, finally concluding.
"So handsome."
He wasn't saying he was handsome, but that the clothes were.