Strategy to Capture Men

Regardless of eating, I sleep five men a day.

Maybe here, is it a good condition? Equivalent to before the end of the world, a monthly salary of 20,000 to 30,000, five insurance and one payment, but also give you commercial medical insurance?

Han Yanyan was not surprised at all. Before she was inexplicably involved in a car accident and came to this inexplicable fast-wearing world, she was already constructing an eschatology. The eschatology she conceived was similar to the one before her.

It can even be said to be very similar.

But Han Yanyan certainly did not intend to live by sleeping for men. This time she has fewer restrictions and a greater degree of freedom. Just now, she has already set herself up for herself and has figured out the way to go next.

Only after Ding Yao's words fell, she took a step back with a fruit knife, and watched a group of men in front of her vigilantly: "I don't do this."

The round-faced man behind Ding Yao sneered and asked, "What are you going to do? What do you rely on?"

Han Yanyan rubbed his lips and said, "I can go to pick up waste and join the search team ..."

The round-faced disk "sniffed" and laughed again. This sound came from the nasal cavity with a clear disdain: "Just you? Those with small arms and legs who haven't encountered zombies, let the living person give them Death to death. "

Han Yanyan bit his lip and stubbornly looked up: "Then I won't do it."

Ding Yao held the cigarette between his **** and asked, "Dual water and ice?"

Han Yanyan nodded.

Ding Yao said, "Show me."

Han Yanyan understood, handed the fruit knife to his left hand, freeing up his right hand. After she worked very hard, an ice hockey appeared in her palm, which was bigger than an apple and smaller than a pineapple.

"If there is water, it will be easier." Han Yanyan whispered. But she couldn't condense the water first, and then frozen, because the condensed water was also very laborious. In just a few seconds, she could only show Ding Yao one power. The water power was more useless than the ice power.

Han Yanyan is actually not so weak. She could feel for herself that there was still a lot of power in her body. But she had just learned to use abilities in the past ten minutes, and was very unskilled, so it was extremely difficult to use. In others' eyes, she was weak.

The little ice hockey made the men laugh. The round face dish laughed even without giving face.

Thunder team gathered strong, all around Ding Yao are strong. A man with a moustache laughed and fell, and slammed his fingers. A slender ice cone like a pen condensed in front of him, and instantly passed around several people's bodies and shot from the gap between people Han Yanyan's palm.

Han Yanyan's ice hockey was smashed by an ice cone, her palm was injured and blood was shed. Snow-white palms were red, like red plums in the snow.

"Lao Zhang, you fucking!" Round face discontinued first, turned his head and shouted his throat.

Lao Zhang said aloud, "I slipped my hands, I slipped my hands. Lijun, give me some treatment."

A bearded man came forward with a smile and put his hand on Han Yanyan's hand. Han Yanyan frowned, but did not retract his hand. The wound that was still painful in the palm of the hand became itchy for a few seconds. He removed his hand from his beard and Han Yanyan's palm still had some blood stains, but the wound had disappeared.

What a powerful healing power.

Han Yanyan used his eyes and expressions to express "shock" in a timely manner. This look appeared on the beauty's face, and the men smiled and were very useful.

The little ice hockey was so funny just now. Ding Yao's mouth was full of smiles. He exhaled and asked, "How did you survive?"

Han Yanyan lowered his eyelids: "I used to have a companion ..."

Han Yanyan has a skill that is not really capable. It's often very easy for her to truly put herself into the plot or role she has conceived. For example, if she is writing a festival of emotional abuse, she may not cry before she writes it in her head. At this time, there were red eyes and something dripping, it was really handy.

An unspoken sentence gave men plenty of brain space. The men all showed the expression of "it really is like that", and I don't know what each person's brain has made up, but in all likelihood, the outline of "relying on the protection of men all the way, and now the man is dead, alone" cannot be separated.

Ding Yao bombarded the soot, and increased the price: "Three meals and a full tube, four people a day, sick to give medicine." Paid, added: "They give you everything you count."

Han Yanyan was silent for a few seconds and looked up at him: "Thank you for saving me. I ..."

"You don't follow me. As soon as I leave, you will be dragged away. It's your turn to get out of bed tomorrow, believe it or not?" Ding Yao interrupted her lightly.

Han Yanyan's face turned white.

She had fair skin, and Ding Yao saw it across the road just now.

The girl appeared abruptly, and her temperament was incompatible with her surroundings. These men, who were trained by the eschatology to pay attention to their bodies all the time and watched like dogs, noticed her from her appearance.

At this moment, people were close at hand. Although the light of the street lamp was yellow, the skin was soft and smooth, and there were almost no flaws. The neck is slender, the shoulders are thin, and the clavicle is a delicate bulge. She was disheveled and exposed in spring, like a girl, but seductive everywhere. The temperament between the eyebrows is not like the defeat that was destroyed in the last days.

Ding Yao looked at her for a few seconds, took a breath and changed her mind.

"My search team here also recruits people," he said.

Han Yanyan looked up sharply, his calm face was still tense, but the surprise in his eyes could not be hidden. "I, I want to join the search team." She said eagerly, "I am very good at finding things. I can do other jobs, I, I make water for you."

"Okay." Ding Yao threw away his cigarette butt, twisted his feet, and raised his chin: "Follow me."

He finished, paused, raised his hand, and threw Han Yanyan a t-shirt: "Put on."

Han Yan's smoke skirt was burned and torn, and her shoulders were also opened by fire. She covered her **** with her hands and did not go away. This t-shirt is very fat, like a bit hip-hop, but it is just right.

Han Yanyan showed a surprised look at this out-of-the-box dress in time, although she knew from the pre-determined information that Ding Yao was a thunder system and a dual power in space. It is also a two-line power. Her weaker ratio, Ding Yaoniu, exploded.

Han Yanyan first threw a fruit knife to the ground, and put a fat t-shirt over his head. Her arm loosened her chest, and a white ball dangled in front of Ding Yao's eyes, and was then covered by the pulled down t-shirt. The t-shirt was so fat that it covered the thighs to the knees and could be worn as a skirt. Even if there is one inside, it is a bit bulging, but it is better than walking.

Han Yanyan put on his clothes and bent down to pick up the fruit knife, waiting for Ding Yao to speak.

Ding Yao asked, "What's your name?"

Han Yanyan replied, "Han Yanyan."

Ding Yao nodded and turned. Han Yanyan followed him.

The men who had been around Ding Yao's body all stepped back one or two steps to make room for Han Yanyan. They also winked at each other with ambiguous smiles.

Only the round face was a little disappointed. Zhang, who is also an ice-powered ability, crooked his leg and gave him a kick from the back: "A little wink! The boss sees it, you have a little bit in your heart!"

Round face whispered in a low voice: "I'm going to give it to the big guy ..."

Zhang said, "Isn't that what happened later? Why, the boss didn't want to give it. Do you have an opinion?"

The round face has no other hobbies, just like a woman, holding Han Yanyan's two slippery calves in the night, sighing, "Such water!"

"Do you shit!" Lao Zhang scolded, "Zhui Shui Ling has nothing to do with you!"

Round face understand. When Ding Yao's tone changed, and the search team woke up, the big guys all understood. The boss is fancy about this delicate little flower, and he doesn't plan to share it, but to eat it alone.

Ugh.

Gas is precious in the last days, and no one drives in Nanling. Han Yanyan followed Ding Yao all the way back.

The base of the Thunder is a garden hotel. The area inside the ancient city wall of Nanling City is an ancient city and a tourist area. The government controls and there are no particularly tall buildings. The three buildings of this hotel are staggered, and each of them has five floors, just enough to accommodate the entire team.

The hotel itself has a wrought-iron fence. After the Thunder came into power, it added a barbed wire to the top of the fence. It works both for people and zombies.

Ding Yao said nothing, and Han Yanyan followed him all the way. After following the lobby of the main building all the time, Ding Yao stopped and glanced at her, turning his head and calling: "Lijun, arrange for her."

The man named "Lijun" is the bearded man with healing powers. He came over and said, "Then I give her ... um, put three layers?"

Ding Yao said, "You take care of it." After that, he took the elevator and went upstairs.

The elevator opened, and Ding Yao and his men went up first. Han Yanyan and Li Jun had to wait for the elevator to come down.

On the third floor, Li Jun took her to take the door of 317: "Zhao Yuxuan, Zhao Yuxuan!"

The door opened quickly, and a neat girl called out a little unexpectedly: "Sun brother." After taking a look at Han Yanyan, he asked, "You look for me ...?"

Sun Lijun said, "This is ... heh, what's your name?"

Han Yanyan said, "Han Yanyan."

"Oh yes, this is Han Yanyan, who has just arrived. No other house has been reorganized, and there is nothing. Let her squeeze with your house for one night, and I will arrange for her tomorrow."

Zhao Yuxuan said "Oh": "Come in."

"You rest first," Sun Lijun said, "I'll get you something later."

Zhao Yuxuan watched Qingqing Xiuxiu clean and clean, and she was dressed neatly. Han Yanyan followed her into the room and was taken aback by the mess in the room.

"You sit first." Zhao Yuxuan leaned over and pushed away the mess on the ground, and Han Yan vacated the place.

This is a standard room with two beds. One apparently belonged to Zhao Yuxuan himself, with bedding pillows. The other had no one to sleep on, only the bare mattress, nothing else.

In the last days, there was a shortage of supplies. Even the mattress covers in the hotel were considered supplies, and they had been taken away for unified management. It was the large and small cardboard boxes in the house, filled with various bottles and cans, and messy things.

Several cardboard boxes were piled up on the other bed.

"Well, you know that you have been here for a long time. Everyone is like this, not me." Zhao Yuxuan said as he moved the cardboard boxes to the ground. You do n’t have to, hoard it first. Some are better than none, they are all supplies, and some can be exchanged for something else. ”

Gold and diamonds are not used anymore. Now they are bartering, food is hard currency, and the more survival-related materials are more popular.

Han Yanyan was not good at sitting, so she helped her clean up. They cleaned up the mess on the other bed and Sun Lijun knocked on the door with a pile of things.

"This is the quilt, this is the clothes, this is the key to your room, you live in 315, just opposite. Please clean up tomorrow. And these are for you." Sun Lijun gave Han Yanyan everything .

Looking at the same and the same handed over, Zhao Yuxuan was surprised to be unable to hide.

The man who worked with Sun Lijun as a laborer has been curious about Han Yanyan's face. Sun Lijun kicked him: "Go, go." He greeted Zhao Yuxuan: "Come and tell you something."

Zhao Yuxuan followed.

Han Yanyan didn't rush to make a bed. Sun Lijun also had a lunch box in her cardboard box, which contained a steamed bun and a cooked piece of baby's fist. Although it was cold, it smelled tempting. Han Yanyan felt that he was hungry, so he sat on the mattress and ate.

Before he finished eating, Zhao Yuxuan returned and looked at Han Yanyan with a subtle look. She froze for a while, but couldn't help asking, "You brought it back from Boss Ding?"