Zhang Yi can accept Zhou Ke 'er, but she must submit a letter of application.
Zhang Yi's request is very simple, effective, no threat, the key is not Madonna!
Zhang Yi is sure of the first two points.
But he wanted to know, Zhou Ke Er at the critical time can not be cruel.
So he gave Zhou Ke a task.
Zhou Ke 'er did not reply to Zhang Yi for the time being, and it was clear that she was struggling.
Zhang Yi was not in a hurry. Time was on his side anyway.
If Zhou Ke can't pass this test, then Zhang Yi will decisively give up her.
After all, Zhang Yi's body is healthy, and the probability of getting an emergency is very low.
He's less likely to go out, and the risk of injury is extremely low.
But how long Zhou Ke Er will live, that is not clear.
The next day, Zhang Yi took a nap and didn't get up until ten o 'clock.
Pull back the velvet covers and go to the bathroom to wash up.
Then he changed into his workout clothes and started working out on the treadmill.
Good physical fitness is very important in the end times.
With a strong body, you can cope better with danger when it comes and avoid getting sick.
He sweated on the treadmill for an hour before stopping.
Then I took a hot shower.
When taking a shower, Zhang Yi feels a sense of pride.
You know, this kind of enjoyment today, for many people is a very luxury!
"Boom! "Boom! "Boom!
Just then, there was a loud noise outside.
Zhang Yi eyes a condensation, quickly wrapped in a towel and went out.
He soon heard a shout of abuse from Zhou Peng.
Zhang Yi opened the monitoring, he saw Zhou Peng outside the door with two kitchen knives, crazy chopping against his door.
"Zhang Yi, get out of here! All you do is hide in the house all day. You're a shrinking head, a useless piece of junk!"
Zhang Yi corners of the mouth: "Ah, yes, yes, you are right."
"And then what?
Really laugh dead, live not to live waste, still delusional use of Zhang Yi agitate method?
You seem more anxious now, don't you?
Zhang Yi noticed that when Zhou Peng smashed the door, his left hand was exerting force, and it was difficult to lift up his right hand.
He knew that Zhou Peng's arm had become infected.
If you look closely, you can even see his arms bulging high.
Zhang Yi came to the door, hands in the pocket, light said: "Zhou Peng, the taste of infection is not good?"
"When I was in biology class, the teacher taught us about wound infections."
"After the tetanus bacteria from the rust gets into your wound,
It was like a maggot meeting a rotting corpse, and it started a crazy multiplication."
"The cut on your arm must be at least ten centimetres deep."
"The temperature outside is cold, but your flesh is hot. Fine bacteria thrive on that hotbed and eat your blood."
"And then it starts to fester, it starts to bleed black, and bacteria builds up, and your wound gets bigger and bigger. And then, down your veins, all over your body!"
Zhang Yi vividly described, after listening to Zhou Peng, feel his arm more pain.
He was sweating so cold that he felt like he was covered in fine bacteria and wanted to eat him up.
Even knowing that Zhang Yi is deliberately to frighten him, but the inner fear can not be suppressed.
"Ahhh!! Zhang Yi, I will kill you!"
Zhou Peng was mad. His arm was indeed rotten, and he knew he was going to die.
So he tried one last time, but this time he was sure it was in vain.
In the next room, Chen Zhenghao's men heard Zhou Peng's frantic roar and asked, "Shall we kill him?"
Chen Zhenghao thought for a moment and said: "Didn't you hear that he was dying of infection? Do you dare to eat pork that has died of disease?"
They looked at each other and decided not to risk it.
Zhou Peng cut down the door for a while and cursed for a while.
Finally, he got tired and collapsed in front of Zhang Yi's house. He began to cry for Zhang Yi's life again.
Zhang Yi said quietly: "You are dead, the wound is rotten, late, can not be saved. You might as well do what you dared not do while you were alive, while you were still alive."
Zhou Peng's eyes were full of tears. Upon hearing Zhang Yi's words, he sank deeper into despair.
Can you say that... He's going to die?
Fear enveloped him like an abyss.
But with it came anger, unbridled anger!
I'm going to die. What do I have to fear?!
He struggled to get up and gave Zhang Yi's iron door a kick. He wanted to scold her, but the door was so hard that he almost fainted.
Ignoring this, Zhou Peng stumbled back down the stairs.
After returning to live in the place, his eyes lax, vaguely see Sun Zhichao is baking a knife with a candle, and then to hot his wound.
"Zap ~"
The sound of burning oil accompanied by smoke, Sun Zhichao pupil protrudes, even biting the quilt but still issued a painful wailing.
He seemed to think that this would kill them all.
Ignorant and pitiful.
"Cousin..."
Wang Min looked at Zhou Peng lovingly at the side, did not know how to comfort.
She knew that Zhou Peng would not live long. Now every day in the house, she could smell the putrid smell of several people.
People have not died, but the body is rotten, this kind of pain
Deep, ordinary people can not imagine!
Zhou Peng ignored Wang Min and rushed to the room where Fang Yuqing was held.
When Fang Yuqing saw Zhou Peng, she screamed with fear.
"Chow... Zhou Peng? What are you doing?"
Zhou Peng walked up to Fang Yuqing and stared at her with bloodshot eyes.
"Yuqing, will you marry me?"
This poor licking dog, even though his life is coming to an end, his greatest wish is to marry Fang Yuqing.
How ridiculous and how humble is this request in the midst of the apocalypse.
Fang Yuqing frowns, the depths of her eyes full of disgust.
She unconsciously held her nose. "No, I don't
Yes!"
Zhou Peng's heart was broken. He had paid so much for Fang Yuqing, even his own life was lost.
But Fang Yuqing never had a heart for him from the beginning to the end.
"No!! You love me! You love me! I want you, and before I die, I want you to be my woman! '
Zhou Peng lost his mind, he is not willing to pay so much but get nothing!
If you can't get anything, destroy it!
The people outside heard the noise inside, and no one took any notice.
In their opinion, Fang Yuqing is the culprit who led them to today, she deserves to die!
"No, you go away, you stink, you stink!"
"Cried Fang Yuqing.
"How dare you call me smelly?"
Zhou Peng was so angry that he suddenly pulled the gauze off his arm.
By this time his wound was high and swollen, black and purple, and horribly suppurating.
He made a gnawing gesture, grabbing at the rotting wound with his hand, and then shoving the rotten meat into Fang's mouth.
"Let you scold me, let you scold me!"
Fang Yuqing nausea not retching, but still Zhou Peng put a hand rotten meat into her mouth.
Zhou Peng smiled grimly, looking at his goddess being insulted by him, and suddenly he felt a joy he had never felt before.