chapter7
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The north continent border.
After the SUV drove through the most dangerous deserted city, they chose a relatively safe suburban villa to rest for the time being.
Ji Mingduan went in first to clear the area, and after he finished killing the three mutant zombies inside, Mei Yasha helped Wen Yao to go in.
Di Dahu had fallen down from the upper floor earlier and injured one of his legs, waiting for them to go in before he shouldered his g*n and limped to open the boot to carry the daily supplies.
This is a small villa hidden behind the mountains. It can be seen that not many people have come to scavenge, but anyone who came here, probably all the mutants has eaten, so that most of the ornaments inside are intact, just a thick layer of dust.
At the end of the day, there would be no safe place other than the base survivor area, and in order to conveniently observe the situation outside, they set their resting position in the small hall on the first floor near the balcony.
That night, Meyasha went to the first floor kitchen to get food, and came out halfway, saying to Ji Mingduan, ‘The three lighters are all broken, and the matches are damp, so ...... Boss borrow a fire?’
Ji Ming is just this easily changed with clean and tidy clothes, is lazy and elegant, leaning in the center of the sofa, a way of leisure and self-satisfaction, without half a bit of lousy, just like not like a fugitive in the chaotic world.
He saw Meyasha holding two wooden sticks to come forward, lazily raised his hand. Fingerip's flame would suddenly ignite the wooden sticks.
Meyasha: ‘Thanks boss!’
Wen Yao sitting next to the sofa: ‘......’
There's still this kind of operation ......
Ji Mingduan noticed Wen Yao's gaze and smiled again, extending his hand towards her, ‘Come on, play with fire? For you to play.’
‘......’
Wen Yao retracted her gaze and waved her hand to politely decline, ‘No, thanks.’
How could a person who looks so good look like a p*****t?
With his psychopathic style of acting, it's really no wonder that she used to misunderstand him quite a bit and wanted to pull out her knife every time she saw him.
Ji Ming dust but did not think so. Fingers a burning flame to touch Wen Yao's hand. Wen Yao saw the finger was lit, scared to suck in a breath of cool air, and instantly retracted his hand.
But she spent half a day there and did not feel any temperature.
The fire at the fingertips ...... is not hot?
Wen Yao's expression was weirdly staring at her hand, but Ji Ming Dust was pleasured by this small appearance of hers, and his breath was clear and shallow as he laughed lowly.
Wen Yao: ‘......’
She uses another finger to touch the flame on her index finger, and the other finger is also lit. After some attempts, all ten white fingers are bubbling with a small cluster of bright yellow flame, living like ten candles, but without any temperature.
Ji Ming's just smile did not converge: ‘Fun?’
Seemingly truly amazed, Wen Yao stretched the fire in her hand towards the hem of Ji Ming Dust's clothes, but the flame still did not work and did not show any signs of igniting his clothes.
‘Why is this ......,’ Wen Yao said, eyeing Di Dahu as he passed by. She stretched out her finger and nudged it into his little arm.
In the next second, Di Dahu was so hot that he jumped up, ‘Ow!’
Wen Yao is so scared that she hastily withdraws her hand, shaking out the flames from her fingertips and asking with concern, ‘Are you alright?’
Di Dahu looked at the black hole on his arm that was still smoking, and then looked at the boss over there who was laughing his head off, silently swallowing his grievances and forcibly squeezing out a smile that was worse than crying, ‘I ...... am fine.’
‘I have this thick skin, how can it be something hahaha, as long as Miss Wen is happy with the boss hahaha.’
‘......’
Wen Yao's eyes are full of guilt: ‘...... Sorry.’
Ji Mingduan: ‘Hahahahahahahahaha ......’
Wen Yao took a deep breath and looked back at the culprit next to her, ‘What's going on?’
Ji Ming Dust: ‘He's unlucky.’
Di Dahu, who had already rolled far away, ‘......’
Wen Yao, however, hit the nail on the head, ‘You can control the temperature of the fire.’
Ji Mingduan raised his eyebrows and was noncommittal.
Wen Yao was actually quite surprised.
The districts on the North Continent did not have any fire ability users for the time being, and she hadn't seen them before, before she realized that this fire ability could not only attack with flames, but it turned out to be able to control the temperature of the flames as well.......
Seven years after the end of the world, the zombies and all kinds of animal and plant species are getting more and more mutated. It is not difficult to predict that in the future they will also be more and more powerful.
Looking at Ji Mingduan, Wen Yao couldn't help but think that it would be great if she could also awaken her psychic abilities.
In that dream, she couldn't awaken her powers until she died, and she doesn't know if she still has this chance. ......
......
Meyasha brought dinner, a beef toast roll and fresh milk soaked cereal.
In the end of the world, to be able to eat such food could no longer be described as sumptuous, it was simply a luxurious feast.
However, just as Wen Yao was touched by the food, Ji Ming Dust looked at the porcelain bowl in his hand with a disgusted face, ‘Why did you put the cereal?’
Mei Yasha was puzzled: ‘Boss, didn't you always put it in before?’
Ji Ming Dust said, ‘Oh’, very rightfully, ‘But I hate cereal tonight.’
Wen Yao: ‘......’
This person is really hard to serve, all these years after the end of the day, he is still as relaxed as a young master, and he actually pays attention to the time, place, and people when having a meal.
Wen Yao kinda liked this milk cereal, after silently finishing the last sip, a bony hand reached over, ‘Help me drink it.’
Looking at the small porcelain bowl in the man's hand, Wen Yao looked up blankly, Ji Ming Duan raised his eyebrows, his tone languid: ‘No wasting food.’
‘......’
I also don't know who is wasting ......
This bowl is not big, a small bowl can be finished in a few mouthfuls. Wen Yao did not mind adding a meal, silently took the bowl.
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