In the few days after Bai Rongfeng left, Song Beichuan was depressed and lost a reliable and powerful friend. It was definitely not a good thing in this doomsday, not to mention that Bai Rongfeng was inevitably in danger alone.

However, when he recalled the murderous dance in his mind, he shook his head, thinking that he was more worthy of worrying.

Now that the number of people has increased, Song Beichuan is preparing to gradually build the place. The initial fortifications to be built was a wall for defense.

They found bricks of similar sizes and then used cement to bond them together.

Make a way to protect the surrounding walls.

The fence only leaves one door at the main door, and the width of this door can just pass by which large truck.

This wall sounds simple, but it is definitely not easy to protect all the houses and livestock until it is three meters high and is a long one.

But Song Beichuan led all the men to take the lead, and everyone had no objection.

Moreover, when humans and animals have a sense of crisis, fortresses can make people feel extremely at ease and sleep a little more at ease.

On that day, Song Beichuan started quarrying early in the morning. He casually prepared a few mouthfuls of food, carried a shovel, and went to the back mountain to dig stones.

A little girl was following him. Judging from his appearance, you would definitely not recognize Feng Xiuqing that day.

At that time, she was like a skeleton due to hunger and fatigue.

These days, the nutrition has gradually recovered, and Song Beichuan really realized that the girl in front of him was really a beautiful woman.

Her beauty is enough to solidify the air, her charming big eyes, delicate skin, and a small face as big as a palm. When you walk by, it seems to be a warm wind of aromatherapy, white and shiny, and straight black hair, just like a waterfall sprinkling from the mountains.

She followed Song Beichuan and followed the back mountain; she walked with a smile with a big glass of water in her hand.

Seeing her giggling, Song Beichuan said, "What are you happy about? She smiles like a flower."

"It's nothing, I just want to cut short hair. Do you think I'm looking better after cutting short hair?"

Song Beichuan thought about it and his ex-girlfriend had long hair and wavy curls, and said, "Well, it's good to cut it."

"Then will you look big after cutting it?"

"Stop teasing, your face is not as big as my palm."

She smiled foolishly and said, "Come on, drink a little water."

Song Beichuan only wore a slightly yellowed white vest, a pair of camouflage pants, and a pair of boots under his feet.

His hands were already on the shovel, and his arms were moved naturally from time to time. He regarded digging stones as a strength training, and his thin back also obediently gave birth to muscles, a pair of hormones that belonged only to men and were irresistible.

"Thanks."

He took the water and poured it into the corner of his mouth. The water he drank was running down the corner of his mouth a little. Song Beichuan was about to wipe it away with his hands.

Feng Xiuqing leaned over and wiped the water stains clean with the sleeve of her plaid shirt.

She looked up at Song Beichuan's powerful eyes, and at this moment she felt dizzy. She hurriedly lowered her head and showed a happy smile on the corner of her mouth.

Song Beichuan blinked and thought to himself that her face was so white.

He shook his head, dispelled the evil thoughts in his mind, and then began to dig stones. He kept working for several hours. Feng Xiuqing was able to stand by and sat on the big stone beside him. When he saw that he was thirsty, he took the water over.

"Do you have something to ask me for help?" Song Beichuan stopped the work in his hand and smiled.

Feng Xiuqing was stunned, a little angry, and said to him: "Do you think of me as being kind to you or being robbed? What do I do to you just want to do?

After saying that, he turned his head and left. Song Beichuan was stunned. What was this situation? It was obviously fine just now, but why did he change his face in the blink of an eye? If you say it is not, then it is not. What are you doing if you get so angry?

He shook his head and then went to do the work. He could last half an hour and was a little thirsty, so he wanted to ask her for saliva, but suddenly he remembered that she had gone after being angry.

So he had to return to the camp and ordered Lao Zhang to find a few people to move the stones back.

When I came to the house, I planned to compensate Feng Xiuqing for one. Maybe I did this wrong. I looked at a little girl like this, but I felt it was not good to go without her hands.

Dress up your equipment, drive in a car, and go out alone.

Song Beichuan came to a cosmetics store.

There were four or five female zombies inside, wearing professional attire, pounced over with their teeth and claws.

Song Beichuan is still good now. After digging stones like this every day, his explosive power and endurance have increased significantly.

Three plus five to two, these zombies were solved.

Then I didn't know what the effects of these cosmetics were, so I put them in my backpack.

After filling up a whole backpack, I drove into the car and returned the same way, but I didn't encounter any situation along the way.

When he returned to Anning Village, Zhang Shouren was very angry when he saw Song Beichuan going out and said, "Boss Song, you are getting more and more courageous now. You dare to run out alone. Tell me, if you have a few things, who can live here?"

Song Beichuan patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, I understand. It's okay if I don't do it."

Seeing that he was so childish, Zhang Shouren had to shake his head helplessly.

Song Beichuan changed into two steps, hurried to the bedroom and saw Feng Xiuqing cooking with other women in the kitchen.

Then he gave a look at Liu Juan beside him.

Liu Juan understood it, so she pulled Feng Xiuqing's clothes and said, "Boss Song is looking for you."

"I don't go, I'll come if I want me to come, I'll leave if I want me to go, what did I become in the blink of an eye? Her servant?"

When he saw her angry face, he smiled and said, "Why did he make you angry? Are you confused? Men are like this. You didn't see that fat man. You know how to eat all day long. How can you understand what women think? Moreover, Song Beichuan has to worry about so many things every day, so you should be considerate and considerate."

Feng Xiuqing felt soft when she heard her. Every day when Song Beichuan opened his eyes, he was thinking about how these dozens of people should survive. He had no intention of thinking about other things.

There was no choice but to come to Song Beichuan reluctantly and said unhappily: "What's the matter?"

Song Beichuan handed his backpack forward and smiled, "I don't know if you like it or not."

"The mysterious secret, what is it here."

"Open and take a look."

Feng Xiuqing pulled her backpack apart and saw a pack of cosmetics inside. She showed a bright smile on her face. No girl didn't like this thing, no matter how critical it was.

“Where did it come from.”

"I just went out to get it back, and I don't know what I said wrong. This is my little care. I just treat it as if I'm paying you a compensation."

She hugged the black backpack in her arms, narrowed her eyes into a crescent moon, and said with a smile: "You are so good."

Then he stood on tiptoe and kissed Song Beichuan sweetly on the cheek with thunder. Then he ran back to his bedroom like a panicked little rabbit.

Song Beichuan touched his cheek. He hadn't felt the fragrance of a woman for a long time. It seemed that millions of roses bloomed in his heart, and sweetness filled his whole body.

"So she likes me."

However, Song Beichuan was not much happier in his heart. After all, the last painful shadow was still stuck in his heart.

He was unwilling to think too much, nor did he have too much time to think about it. What he had to deal with is tens of millions of zombies in the city. He had to recruit survivors as soon as possible to strengthen his power.

It is also necessary to build this place well so that it can become a solid fortress that can block the attack of the zombie tide.

As for the love between children, he really can't make up for this idea.

Every day passes very quickly, and it seems safe, but there are many risks. Song Beichuan would not know that their Feng Shui treasure land had been targeted by a group of people at this time.

Just less than eight kilometers away from this place, a group of people were stationed long ago, one of whom was fat, still with a back in such a harsh environment.

There are ten fingers on my hand, and eight of them are all covered with gold rings. The most exaggerated neck is wearing a big gold chain that is as thick as a small finger, and he looks like a big brother in society.

He grabbed the roasted pheasant and ate it with greasy mouth.

Wipe your mouth, then waved your hand and said, "Stop hitting, leave a breath first."

I saw this group of people, with a large number of people, with more than twenty men sitting there in piles of three or five, and eating with guns in their hands.

Three of them were exceptions, two of them were holding a middle-aged man with a weak breath, and one was standing in front of him, punching him in the abdomen.

"I reward you myself."

After another punch, he put him down and said to him: "I hope you didn't lie to us, there is a good place to stay here."

The man covered his stomach and said to him, "There must be something not far away. Can you give me some food first?"

The fat man licked the oil and water on his hands, and put the incomplete roasted chicken in front of him. A light appeared in his little eyes and said, "If there is the place you mentioned in front, you can continue to eat it. If not, I can be sure that this meal will be your last meal."

I saw the middle-aged man with gray hair, lying on the ground like a stray dog, gnawing half of a roast chicken regardless of dignity.

Everyone felt disgusting and funny when they saw his appearance. They had never experienced this supreme pathological pleasure before the catastrophe.

It is not a skill to stand up, but it is really possible to make people feel accomplished when they kneel down and be a dog that loses dignity.

Especially for your former boss.

"Brother Biao, don't worry, I drove this place. Did you forget? Can I not know where it is?"
Chapter completed!