Feng Hen felt that all his luck in this life was spent on the day of the crossing——
One second, he was a martial arts master who was known as "knocking down the leader of the alliance with one punch and overthrowing the demon sect with two kicks." The next second he opened his eyes, he saw zombies with rotting flesh gnawing at the living, and a mighty tide of corpses followed behind him.
She clenched her fists, and her internal energy surged like thunder in her meridians - very good, the buy-one-get-one-free martial arts is still there.
But looking at the ruined city in front of her and the zombies that could surround her in five seconds, Feng Hen fell silent.
Where's the agreed-upon script for lying down in ancient times? Which god gave her this apocalyptic nightmare-level copy? !
"Jesus, what are you kidding me about?!" She looked up to the sky and roared, splitting half of the building with the wind from her palm, and the zombie wave paused in shock.
At this moment, a tall figure holding a fire ax split the corpses and stopped in front of her. The man had deep eyebrows and a smile on his lips. He handed over a piece of compressed biscuit: "Do you need Jingjing? From today on, I will be your Jingjing."
Fenghen held his forehead: "Don't make trouble."
"As you command, my Queen." He knelt on one knee, the piety in his eyes burning hotter than the sun.
Later——
A wave of zombies besieged the city. Feng Hen knocked away half a street of zombies with one palm. When she turned around, she saw Yan Chen waiting for her with hot water in his hand: "Honey, are your hands cold?"
There was a commotion in the base. She kicked away the troublemaker and turned to face the towel handed over by Yan Chen: "Honey, wipe your sweat and don't dirty your hands."
Feng Hen: "..." What about struggling to survive in the last days as promised? Why does the style of painting become more and more like daily life after marriage?
Yan Chen hugged her from behind and rested his chin on the top of her hair. His voice was so gentle that it could drip water: "The sun gives the world light, and you give me warmth. Loving you is my only mission in this life."
Small theater
A certain survivor: "Sister Feng, Brother Yan took off the fur of the mutated beast you beat yesterday and made it into a scarf!"
Feng Hen: "... Tell him not to do such fancy things."
Turning around, he saw Yan Chen holding up his scarf with starry eyes: "Honey, this color suits you!"
Feng Hen took it silently: "... Remember to clean the claws next time."
#The heroine with MAX calm force value×The male protagonist who is clingy and dotes on his wife and is crazy#
#From the ancient boss to the doomsday boss, the style of painting has changed but the strength remains unchanged#
#, But the dog food management is enough#
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