"Hey, Cook."
In the bookstore, the Little Loli sat at Boss Zhou's favorite seat by the window, casually flipping through a business magazine in her hand.
Flipping through it,
she was hungry,
since she was hungry...
she had to eat.
However, Zhou Ze wasn't in the bookstore, and neither was that silly zombie,
the Cook was still in a coma,
the Deadpool was still growing grass,
only the old Daoist was left alive.
The old Daoist curled his lips and ignored her. He was currently holding a small bathtub and throwing a shower at his monkey. He had already eaten on the way back for dinner, and it was the treat from Officer Zhang.
The Little Loli habitually wanted to be angry,
she felt that her life was going back more and more,
back then, Zhou Ze could only be a little quail in front of her, and his life and death were in her hands,
but now...
