The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 466 Search

The small 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 received a heavy punch on his chest.

After such a battle that was not considered a battle, Mo Jiu finally understood the role of his own powers.

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 any particularly serious injuries.

He didn't care, and Yama wouldn't just watch it.

Mo Jiu thought of her action when he was injured. He was silent and silent, but he could clearly feel her anger.

He didn't know how long it had been since he felt that his presence was important from others...

Although some of Yama's words and deeds are a bit strange, it does not affect her help and attention to him.

Mo Jiu often wonders why he is so lucky. Meeting Yama is like a gift given to him by God.

Could it be that she came here just for herself?

This idea was too narcissistic and illogical. Mo Jiu just thought about it casually and threw it away.

Coming to the topic, Mo Jiu made a rough calculation of the snacks he found during a trip and the food left at home, so he could continue for another half month.

What makes Mo Jiu a little regretful is that this power cannot make him hungry, otherwise he would not need to eat.

But not only is this not possible, using this ability will consume his energy and make him feel correspondingly hungry.

That is to say, this superpower comes at a price, and it is different from Wolverine’s recovery ability in American comics.

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

By the way, the water stopped a few days ago. Fortunately, Mo Jiu saved a lot of water before that.

In addition, the army he was expecting did not arrive. Before, he could catch some sounds from outside the community, but now there was no sound at all, making him feel that the whole city had become a dead city.

As for the friend in Tengxin... Yan Luo didn't ask Mo Jiu to delete her, she had long forgotten about it. Because no one has contacted Mo Jiu anymore, she doesn't know whether they are dead or alive now.

"Let's go." Mo Jiu stood at the door.

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

Back before everything happened, his hair was not as short as it is now.

After such a long time, without the opportunity to take care of it, the hair naturally grew longer and longer. Yan Luo watched helplessly as Mo Jiu's hair grew 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 makes him look softer and exudes a special gentleness.

At least Yama likes it very much.

This is also the reason why Mo Jiu can tolerate this hair.

It was obvious that Yama liked her very much, so he stayed.

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

Therefore, Mo Jiu reluctantly gave up her love.

Yama endures the pain, which is also cutting off Yama's love.

"Why are you looking like this? Is my short hair so ugly?" Mo Jiu frowned slightly, feeling a little unconfident.

The shorter the hair, the more beautiful people can manage it. As the saying goes, a perfect hairstyle can improve a lot of temperament and appearance. Without a hairstyle, it is the time to really see a person’s character.

"It's not ugly..." Yan Luo hesitated, could she say that what she liked was his unique gentleness?

Although Mo Jiu is very gentle now, but that is in terms of words and deeds, and she is indeed more of a woman. Her world.

What she wanted was the gentleness and gentleness emanating from his every move.

He has long hair, and even when he is asleep, his brows and eyes show a weak posture.

This arouses her protective desire.

Mo Jiu touched her head and felt a little prickly. It seemed that the hair was cut too short.

But he didn't think too much and followed Yama out of the door.

They planned to search the entire building because they were running out of food and water.

Why didn't you search before? It's because there might still be people alive at that time. If they go, they will take away others' hope of survival.

And for such a long time now, it is estimated that there are only two of them alive in the whole building.

He can neither harm nor 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 dead bodies, and killed more than a dozen zombies.

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

But there was no joy on Mo Jiu's face. After returning home, she remained silent without saying a word.

Those rotting and stinking corpses obviously gave him a big shock, making him question whether his decision to ignore death was correct.

When they were in the supermarket, he said coldly that their way of thinking was approaching the end of the world.

But now, has his thinking gradually begun to change?

Yan Luo looked at Mo Jiu sitting on the sofa and didn't say anything. He just sat next to him and stretched out his arms to hug him.

Mo Jiu had long been used to this, and hugged her back. She didn't mind her current situation, as if she was nestling in Yama's arms, and whispered: "Are you used to these...?"

"Yes." Yama Luo responded softly, "If you are used to those monsters, you must also get used to corpses."

She lied. She saw those corpses without any disturbance in her heart. It was not because she was used to them, but in her opinion, this was the essence of those people and the final destination of all people.

But it was impossible for her to say such things to Mo Jiu.

The more you get along with him, the more you will like him.

Yama doesn't have many impressions of others in his mind, but he also knows that in such an environment, most people cannot laugh, and their mentality has long collapsed, or is on the verge of collapse.

But Mo Jiu would show a faint smile every time he looked at her.

Sweet as hell.

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

"Is that so..." After hearing what Yan Luo said, Mo Jiu naturally came out of her arms and took a deep breath, "I have adjusted it."

"Is this adjusted?"

"Um."

Mo Jiu didn't say that because Yama was not afraid of those corpses, he wanted to be as similar to her as possible.

Otherwise, how can we protect him?

He thought of something and said: "Is it true that you can't teach me the skills?"

here we go again.

Yan Luo had a headache for a moment. Mo Jiu wanted her to teach him some so-called skills a long time ago.

But she herself doesn't know where her strength comes from. She can only use it, so what can she pass on to him?