IRDWTSTML [QUICKWEAR] (Edited)

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Fu Jin endured for less than two seconds before he raised his hand to hold Mu Xingchen's wrist and tore it off his waist with force, frowning impatiently, "Stop using your hands." There

　　was a zombie corpse lying not far away, and the people who had just been bitten to death upstairs had probably all turned into zombies. The roars that did not belong to humans were getting closer and closer, indicating that other zombies upstairs had also come down.

　　"Brother Fu, you go into the house first."

　　Fu Jin frowned and looked at Mu Xingchen, who was nervous and scared, and his eyes swept across the teardrop that was hanging on his long eyelashes and was about to fall. He silently obeyed his strength and followed him into the house.

　　"Turn on the light."

Mu Xingchen rubbed his wrist that had just been pinched red by Fu Jin, and shook his head quickly, "Brother Fu, don't turn on the light! If you turn on the light, they will find out."

　　Fu Jin, who had awakened his psychic and ice abilities, was not affected by darkness. He didn't say anything after hearing this. He turned his head and glanced at the closed iron door. The mental power floating outside had clearly seen three people who were bitten to pieces and covered in blood staggering downstairs.

　　These guys were not human at all.
Fu Jin looked at Mu Xingchen who followed closely beside him, and he clearly felt the other party's peace of mind, as if... this person felt that he would be extremely safe around him?

　　Ha, where does the trust come from?

　　"Brother Fu, let's move the table over to block the door. I'm afraid someone else will come and break down the door."

　　Fu Jin didn't look at him. "Go by yourself."

　　Seeing that Fu Jin didn't ask to leave, Mu Xingchen was happy. He breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the living room with a hint of joy. He tried to move the dining table to the door to block the door. Even if zombies or other people wanted to rush in, it wouldn't be so easy.

　　But he overestimated his strength. After trying hard, the six-person table didn't move at all. Mu Xingchen looked at Fu Jin, who was standing not far away with an expressionless face, embarrassed and aggrieved. "Brother Fu..."

　　Hearing his soft "Brother Fu", Fu Jin frowned even deeper, and a fire of evil came out of nowhere and ran all over his body.

　　Trouble, trouble.

　　Fu Jin's mind was filled with countless negative emotions, but his cold eyes were fixed on Mu Xingchen, who looked aggrieved and about to cry. Under the pitiful gaze of the other party, he impatiently used his not-so-skilled supernatural power to wrap the dining table and tightly block the iron door behind him.

"Thank you, Brother Fu!" Mu Xingchen was pleasantly surprised, "System! My concern for him in the past two weeks is still a little useful!"

　　Fu Jin was pierced by the undisguised excitement and joy on his face, and impatiently moved his eyes away, "Where is the balcony?"

　　"In my room!"

　　Mu Xingchen hurried back to the room, stood at the door and waved to Fu Jin, "Brother Fu, come quickly." The fear in his eyes was almost dissipated because Fu Jin stayed.

　　Fu Jin stood there for a few seconds before he took a long step and walked quickly to Mu Xingchen's bedroom. As soon as he entered the room, he was shocked by the room full of rice, oil, snacks, medicines and other things. A trace of inquiry appeared on his handsome face, which rarely showed emotions. He didn't ask anything, but walked to the balcony and looked at the street.
After more than ten minutes of fermentation, there were fewer people running on the street. The ground was full of blood and corpses, and those corpses were scattered everywhere