Although the kitchen has long been wrapped in energy and the fireworks will not leak out, due to movement, many zombies have already surrounded the outside, roaring wildly, and slapped every inch of the house in anger.

The small back hall kitchen is just a small house, so it naturally does not have the stable building of the entire restaurant. As more and more zombies come, the slap is getting more and more vigorously. The small house is at the risk of being shaky and being directly dispersed.

But even so, Fu Mang seemed to be unable to hear or smell it in the kitchen. He put down the two "crawlers" sticks in his hand, and then took off his top slightly.

The pants on the feet look a little different, but they seem to be a bit strangely empty. This is not contradictory, so it looks extremely abrupt without contradictory.

At this time, Fu Mang's face was almost pale as paper, and his face was covered with cold sweat, as if he had just walked out of the rain.

In the lifted top, what was revealed was Fu Mang's extremely strong upper body, but the left side was wrapped in a long cloth. He glanced at the right side, bit his teeth and raised his knife.

"Enough!"

Suddenly, the moment he raised the knife, one hand directly held his hand holding the knife.

Although Fu Mang's body was quite strong, he was as fragile as a rooster at this time, and his inertia was staggering continuously by the inertia that rushed up.

Fortunately, the other hand held his waist in time so that he would not lose his center of gravity and fall to the ground.

"you……"

The hand holding his waist first fell a lot in the air, and then he was slightly forced to hug him, but his hands were a little wet, and when he lifted the hand, it was already full of blood!

Fuli looked at him in shock and angrily, not knowing how to speak for a moment.

"Bang!"

He snatched the knife from his hand and threw it on the ground.

"You...what are you here?" Facing Fu Li's eyes, Fu Mang did not dare to look directly. He drew his head in a panic and looked for the knife, and then tried to pick it up.

Fuli looked at him coldly and said, "Can you still bend down now? Fumang!"

Fumang did not answer, but his face was almost completely distorted due to the huge pain caused by bent over, and the sweat as big as beans continued to fall.

But even so, he was still stubborn and stubbornly reached out to grab it!

As we get closer, we are getting closer, we are about to catch it...

But at this moment, one foot moved over ruthlessly and kicked the knife steadily. With the sound of ping-pong, the knife flew several meters away.

Fumang looked at the knife lying in the distance in despair, and his whole body was completely exhausted and his belief in persistence was shattered, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

But even so, he still looked at the knife stubbornly and stretched his hand unconsciously.

"What are you doing?" Fu Mang shouted weakly with a little anger and aggrieved, looking at the stubborn eyes of Dao, with blurred tears in his eyes.

The man doesn't cry easily, but at this time Fu Mang was already in tears.

"What am I doing? I want to ask you, what do you want to do?!" Hearing Fu Mang's words, Fu Li's eyes were filled with tears, and he questioned him with grievance and sadness.

"Fumang, do you think I don't know where these foods come from? From the first day you came in here, I knew what you were doing."

"Enough, enough, really enough, Fumang, see what you look like now!" Fuli roared angrily, while pulling up his pants, he felt extremely heartbroken and tears in his eyes flowed out unconsciously.

The whole leg, what legs are there, are just tied with various wooden boards. Nowadays, even the wooden boards seem to be insufficient. His upper body on the left is just made of cloth and some soft weeds and miscellaneous materials.

Therefore, when he helped him, he would feel soft and then he would focus on his strength, but once he pressed on his strength, blood would overflow along the wound and the forage!

Today, Fumang is not so much a person as a person made up of wood boards and forage.

Seeing his body like this, Fu Mang was sad, and Lao Zhao couldn't help but shed tears. He lowered his head and endured the sound of crying in a low voice.

"Do you think I have a way?" After a moment, Fumang raised his head in discomfort and looked at Fuli: "Since my birth, my mother told me that lovers should love themselves first, but do you have to watch those innocent people die and become the same as the zombies outside? Maybe you can, and I can, but can you watch those brothers who are born and die with us fall in front of you one by one?"

After a few words, from calm to anger, what they vented was not anger, but the sadness in their hearts.

Fuli cried even harder and more miserable...

"I know, I'm about to die." Fu Mang looked at Fu Li sadly and murmured: "I'm not alive for a long time, Fu Li."

After saying that, he stretched out his right arm, but his arms were as clean as if they were washed.

"Our contract..." Fuli looked at the hand blankly with tears in his eyes.

"I'll get rid of it." Fu Mang smiled with his miserable and dry mouth.

"You've come into contact with the contract, why don't I feel it at all?"

"I have already lifted it on our way to escape and find three thousand. In fact, I no longer regard you as my spirit beast, but my own sister." Fumang smiled softly: "So, on the way to escape, I will cancel the contract between you and me while you are tired and fall asleep, so you don't know..."

"You are such a fool." Fuli said uncomfortable.

"Yes, it's because I'm stupid that you will live in misery all your life." Fumang nodded: "I owe you too much, but Fuli, if there is a next life, I'm willing to be your fantasy!"

Fuli shook his head sadly: "I don't want anything for the next life!"

"Help me up." Fu Mang said with a smile.

Fuli shook his head firmly: "No!"

"This is my last order!"

Fu Li gritted his teeth, and finally nodded in discomfort, got up, grabbed Fu Mang's arm, and helped him up almost without any effort.

With help, Fuli burst into tears. With Fumang's body and her weakness that had not eaten for many days, Fumang, who should have been like a mountain, was as light as a scarecrow at this time.

She knew what this meant, so she felt even more sad...

"Pick up the knife for me..."

Fu Mang stood up, supported himself on the table with both hands, barely maintaining his body balance!

Looking at the knife on the ground, Fuli finally couldn't collapse anymore. He immediately turned around and hugged Fumang, crying bitterly.
Chapter completed!