The little injury on his chest was nothing to Mo Jiu. If it weren't for Yan Luo's inquiry, he would have even forgotten that he had been punched hard in the chest.

After such a battle that is not considered a battle, Mo Jiu truly understood the role of his superpowers.

It seems that with this ability, as long as he does not die directly, he is invincible in a sense, and any injury, no matter how big or small, can be recovered.

Of course, this is just a simple guess. After all, he has not suffered particularly serious injuries.

He didn't care, and Yan Luo wouldn't watch it.

Mo Jiu thought of her move when she was injured. She was silent and silent, but she could clearly feel her anger.

It is important that he hasn't felt his existence from others for a long time...

Although some of Yan Luo's words and deeds were strange, they did not affect her help and attention to him.

Many times Mo Jiu is wondering why he is so lucky. Meeting Yan Luo is like a gift given to him by God.

Could it be that she came for herself?

This idea is too narcissistic and illogical. Mo Jiu just thought about it casually and just left it behind.

When it comes to the topic, I can continue to hold on for another half a month after Mojiu's rough calculations.

But what made Mo Jiu a little regretful was that this superpower did not make him unaware of hunger, otherwise he would not need to eat.

But not only can’t do this, using this ability will consume his energy and make him feel the corresponding hunger.

In other words, this ability comes at a price, which is not the same as the recovery ability of Wolverine in American comics.

After dozens of days like this, Mo Jiu and the others had run out of ammunition and food.

By the way, the water had stopped a few days ago, but fortunately Mojiu saved a lot of water before this.

In addition, the army he was looking forward to did not arrive. He could have caught some sounds from outside the community before, but now it is completely silent, making him feel inexplicably that the whole city has become a dead city.

And the friend in Tencent... Yan Luo did not ask Mo Jiu to delete it, and she had long forgotten this. Because no one contacted Mo Jiu anymore, I don’t know whether they are dead or alive now.

"Let's go." Mo Jiu, who was standing at the door, said.

Yan Luo looked at his short hair and pursed his lips, feeling a little sad.

Long before nothing happened, his hair was not as short as it is now.

After such a long time, I didn’t have the opportunity to take care of it, my hair naturally grew longer and longer. Yan Luo watched Mo Jiu’s hair grow to the back of his head.

At that moment, she finally saw a trace of the man in her world on Mo Jiu's face.

The long hair made him look softer and exuded a special tenderness.

At least Yan Luo likes it very much.

This is also the reason why Mojiu can tolerate this hair.

It can be seen that Yan Luo liked it very much, so he stayed.

But he finally cut off his hair by himself with scissors last night because he was going out again today, so it would be inconvenient to be too long. Moreover, hair of this length is difficult to clean.

So, Mo Jiu endured the pain of giving up love.

Yama endurance of pain is also the love of Yama.

"Why are my short hair so ugly?" Mo Jiu frowned slightly, feeling a little unconfident.

The shorter the hair, the higher the appearance can be used by people. As the saying goes, a perfect hairstyle can improve a lot of temperament and appearance. Without a hairstyle, it is the time to truly look at a person's foundation.

"It's not ugly..." Yan Luo wanted to speak but stopped. Can she say that what she liked was his unique tenderness?

Although Mo Jiu is also very gentle now, it is in terms of words and deeds, and it is indeed more inclined toward women. Her world.

What she wanted was the indifferent and gentleness that emanated from his every frown and movement.

With his long hair, he even fell asleep, and his eyebrows and eyes showed a weak posture.

This aroused her desire to protect herself.

Mo Jiu touched his head, and it seemed that he had been cut too short.

But he didn't think too much and followed Yan Luo out.

They planned to search the entire building because there was no enough food or water.

Why didn't I search before? It's because there might be people living at that time. When they go, they just robbed others of their hope of survival.

And now for such a long time, I guess there are only two living people left in the entire building.

He can't harm people, nor can he save people. This is the best choice he can think of.

In this way, Mo Jiu and the others searched the entire building, found no less than ten corpses, and solved more than a dozen zombies.

The harvest was also very rich, even enough for them to continue living for twenty days.

But Mo Jiu had no expression of happiness on his face. After returning home, he remained silent and said nothing.

Those rotten and smelly corpses obviously brought him a great impact, making him wonder whether his approach to death was correct.

When he was in the supermarket, he spoke coldly, saying that their way of thinking was close to the end of the world.

But now, is his thinking gradually beginning to change?

Yan Luo looked at Mo Jiu sitting on the sofa, and said nothing, but sat next to him and stretched out his hands to hug him.

Mo Jiu had long been used to this and also hugged her back. She didn't mind her current moment. She seemed to be snuggling in Yan Luo's arms and whispered: "Are you used to these... are you used to them?"

"Yeah." Yan Luo replied softly, "If you get used to those monsters, you will naturally have to get used to corpses."

She lied, and there was no turmoil in her eyes in her heart. It was not that she had been used to it, but that in her opinion, this was the essence of those people and the final destination of everyone.

But she couldn't say such things to Mo Jiu.

The more I get along with him, the more I like him.

Yan Luo didn’t have much impression of others in his mind, but he could also know that in such an environment, most people can’t laugh, their mentality has long collapsed, or they are on the verge of collapse.

But Mo Jiu looked at her and showed a faint smile every time.

It's so sweet.

So, what reason does she have not protected Mo Jiu's smile?

"Is that true..." Mo Jiu naturally came out of her arms as Yan Luo said, taking a deep breath, "I have adjusted."

“Is this adjusted?”

"Um."

Mo Jiu didn't say that because Yan Luo was not afraid of those corpses, he should be as good as her as possible.

Otherwise, what to talk about protecting him?

He thought of something and said, "Can't you really pass on my skills?"

here we go again.

Yan Luo had a headache for a while. A long time ago, Mo Jiu wanted her to pass on his so-called martial arts.

But she herself didn't know where her strength came from. She could only use it, and what could she pass on to him?
Chapter completed!