If they are individuals, they may have forgotten it.

But this is a group, and the ladies will talk about each other and mention it occasionally, and they cannot be easily forgotten.

They privately located the relationship between Yang Mu and them, which should be a relationship that is like an older brother but also as close as an older brother.

For example, the brother is close, but the brother cannot be used to be ambiguous.

Many young ladies will have an affair with Yang Mu in private, such as kissing Yang Mu.

At the beginning, only a few people did this, and when they brag about it, it spread among the young ladies. People did not feel ashamed or did anything, but regarded it as a group fashion.

"I met a tyrant while on patrol yesterday. I went to hug and kiss him! He was so bad that he even bit my tongue!"

The young ladies were shamelessly saying such things to each other, some were true and some were bragging.

But this has indeed become their public topic.

The young ladies think the name tyrant is cool, so they like to call it Yang Mu Tyrant.

This is the common complex of all the young ladies for Yang Mu.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Yang Mu was amused by the expressions of the ladies, kept applauding, and then gave her sincere praise. Occasionally, he would jump over and give her warm hugs to her.

Wen Sijia and the other two have been busy learning how to make dumplings, and they don’t care about the interaction between Yang Mu and the young lady.

In this four-story house, it is really full of the flavor of the New Year. Yang Mu is not alone, but he keeps meeting people from all walks of life. He is like nine beasts in the nearest and like ordinary male soldiers in the distance.

Some people have never even seen the legendary tyrant before, and they were shocked when they saw it. They did not expect that the tyrant was such a handsome and kind man.

Time flies little by little, and finally it is early in the evening. Yang Mu ate Wen Sijia, Xiangru and Lin Yue's dumplings and raised his hand to praise them. He claims that the dumplings made by three women are as delicious as they are, and they are ranked first!

Then, when Wen Sijia went to the toilet, Yang Mu limped over and told her secretly:

The dumplings you made are the most delicious, and the two of them made are nothing!

When Xiangru went to the kitchen, Yang Mu followed and said:

The dumplings you made are the special forces king, and the dumplings militia she made are not considered as the ones she made!

When Lin Yue went downstairs to boil water, Yang Mu went over to tell her:

The two of them can be the president and the king of soldiers. If you talk about virtue, you will be the only one!

That night, all three women were very happy and felt happy.

Yang Mu was very happy to bring the potential of a scumbag to the extreme.

At twelve o'clock, they held a New Year's Eve ceremony, held a countdown of May 4321, and then blessed each other.

"Doomsday! Happy New Year!"

This year, everyone has different states of mind. They sincerely closed their eyes and prayed for blessings. They hope that they can live simply and comfortably in the new year. This may be the greatest happiness in the future.

Outside the forest, most people are still in pain.

A child knelt on the ground and cried in pain.

His father had just died and was bitten by a zombie. Before he was about to become a zombie, he ended his life with a knife.

However, even though he died, when the zombie virus broke out, he still turned into a zombie, pounced on the child who had not escaped, and swallowed him alive.

The zombie's eyes burst out from tears in a moment.

As a father, he still had a trace of consciousness, but he could not stop his behavior. On his dying moment, he knew that he was biting the child, so he was lost in pain.

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, my father's zombie was shot in the head.

A sound of footsteps, a pair of high leather boots appeared beside the child.

The child's face was bitten halfway, and he kept roaring because of the pain. Of course, there was more horror in his heart. His father had just become a devil.

The owner of the high-tube leather boots raised the long-tube hunting rifle and pointed it at the child's head.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The child screamed in pain.

The owner of the high leather boots whispered:

"Know your wishes, so end your pain, die kid!"
Chapter completed!