Gossip Man: What are you doing in the last days?
Heroine: Fighting zombies
Gossip Man: What gun to shoot with? Is it the Russian, American M16 or Chinese 95 rifle?
Hostess:? ? ? What is a gun?
Gossip Man (dizzied): How do you kill those hard-skinned zombies that can't be cut through with a gun without a headshot? ! !
The heroine (said calmly): Taomu Sword
Gossip Man (crazy): What sword? I must be hallucinating. (Take a deep breath) Let's change the question. How do you solve the food problem? Do you rob and kill bad guys, do you trade your body with a strong man, or do you have a secret pocket, such as a jade pendant or a ring?
The heroine turned around, what a boring question.
The gossip man is crying behind him: How do you choose your male partner in the end of the world? Is it to accompany pigs and eat tigers, or to be a dominant female figure, or to endure humiliation and survive, and finally torture and torture to reveal true love? Please tell me! (Crazy with excitement)
The heroine (brows unmoving): Parents' orders, matchmaker's words.
With a snap, the gossip man fell to the ground, struggled and shouted: My grandma, which antique tomb did you run out of?
The heroine makes a serious correction: In terms of age of birth, your grandma also calls me Grandma Zuzu! Great-great-grandson, you didn't learn arithmetic well.
The gossip man looked at Grandma Zuzuzu's young and charming face and rolled his eyes. . .