Ruan Zhizhi traveled into the apocalypse and became a small-time villain who was greedy for profit and unjust.
The moment the binding was successful, she was being rubbed on her chin with an ambiguous tone:
"What's the use of following your good-for-nothing boyfriend?"
"I heard that people may develop supernatural powers when they are dying. Take Fu Tingzhou to the zombie area, push him and scare him, see if he can do it."
Ruan Zhizhi played the role of the betrayer according to the plot, pushing the male protagonist Long Aotian into the pile of zombies with trembling fingers.
Then he waited fearfully for revenge from the male protagonist.
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Fu Tingzhou was betrayed by his girlfriend who was a slut and pushed into a pile of zombies, but as a blessing in disguise he gained the power to dominate the apocalypse.
He led the team to the crude oil area, waiting with gritted teeth for that damn little thing.
And pray that the other party should not die and be left with a small life for him to fiddle with.
When we met again, the little thing was not only not dead, but also alive and well.
Hugging him from left to right was like a duck in water, almost making him wonder if he had been under the clouds for a long time...
He raised his hand and easily cut off his lover's head with a machete. He slowly wiped the blood on the blade and stared at the other party with a sinister look on his face.
Unexpectedly, the little artist was full of surprises, his eyes were shining, and he called him in a cooing voice:
"Husband~"
Fu Tingzhou: "Huh?"
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Small Theater
In order to protect Ruan Zhizhi from being injured, Fu Tingzhou leaned against the wall weakly and watched helplessly as the little workman struggled to lift the iron basin and raised it high to him——
Fu Tingzhou sighed lightly and lowered his eyes to cover the dark light in his eyes: "You..."
The big basin suddenly fell and held him inside. A soft little hand pinched his wrist:
"Stop talking, I'm protecting you!"
Later, someone saw the invincible leader of the crude oil area with a pale handsome face and half-downed eyelashes. He was holding his little friend with a fragile look on his face:
"Honey, I'm hurt again..."
"Excuse me, you have to continue to protect me..."
Intention: Routines are ineffective, sincerity is reliable