Chapter 307: Doomsday World (15)

The biscuit grew very fast. He crawled in seven months, crawling all over the floor, and was curious about everything.
Zhao Xi felt that he was too lively.
If he didn't pay attention, he would crawl outside, crawling fast, and avoiding people to find it. He almost died several times.
"You can't make a joke, come down," Zhao Xi said, and hurriedly called Ji Yang, "go and watch him."
Ji Yang went quickly to that end.
The small cookie on the hall blanket was lying on Cola. It lowered its head and fell to the ground. The small cookie clumsily crawled on it.
After climbing up, he was lying on his stomach, clutching Cola's ears, and looking at the front, "@ # ￥% ..."
Rush.
rush out!
The next second, he was picked up by his father, and Ji Yang put him back on the blanket, "Give me some points."
The little biscuit sat on the ground, and it took a while for him to slow down. He was caught by his father, and climbed quickly to Coke again.
Calling while crawling.
Ji Yang and Zhao Xi didn't understand, but Coca-Cola came over, lying on their stomachs, and the little biscuit looked at Coca-Cola again, and then smiled.
Just caught Coke, and was brought back by his father. Ji Yang gave a faint glance at Coke, and the other side ran out, and left and right followed.
"## ￥ ..." The little biscuit was aggrieved, pouting, and looked at Zhao Xi poorly, and stretched out his hand to sue.
Hold out a little finger, point to Ji Yang, speak the bird language, and then point to Dad angrily, "@@ ## ..."
it's him.
He is the bad father!
Zhao Xi's anger was extinguished by his cute gesture, came over and picked him up, "Didn't my mother tell you that? No, she will fall."
No matter how well Coca-Cola was, he couldn't protect him without dead ends.
What if you fall?
"You're too naughty." Zhao Xi was helpless. She didn't dare to leave half a step now. This child was too frustrating.
The little biscuit saw that her mother had not taught her father, and stretched out her little finger with tears.
Bastard.
Zhao Xi exclaimed suddenly, and stuffed the biscuit into Ji Yang's hands. "It's over, the soup is going to be cooked."
The kitchen is still boiling soup.
The little biscuit didn't wait for the mother to preside over justice, and was stuffed into his father's arms and a circle, struggling to come down.
Ji Yang immediately put him down. He would have to see what this kid was going to do.
Just after being put down, the biscuit crawled fast behind him and crawled to the side.
After climbing up a bit, his father stood in front of him as he looked up, scaring him lightly.
"Ah!" He called.
Dad scared him on purpose!
So angry.
"Can you be safe?" Ji Yang looked down at him on the ground and said to him.
The biscuit sat upright and dragged his little fist.
At this time he was still wearing a black and white suit, which was almost a cute baby, but this cute baby was very unhappy.
Immediately afterwards, Ji Yang looked at the rattan spreading from the window. The speed was very fast, and a green piece soon formed.
The biscuit crawled back again, sitting on a green slice.
There are small white flowers on the rattan.
Ji Yang looked at him like this, without movement and without talking.
This little guy didn't hide himself under his eyes, any new skills had to be shown in front of him.
But to others, he wouldn't, at best like a child who grows faster.
Small biscuits sitting on the rattan can be steadily towed up, and can swing on the swing while sleeping on it.
Shaky.
He looked at Ji Yang and spit out his little tongue.
Big bad guy Dad drives Cola away, he can't go out.
Ji Yang looked for a while, and slowly raised a hand, a fireball popped up, and the other finger pointed to the ground.
The little cookie didn't understand what Dad meant, but was slowly put down by the rattan.
Unhappy, he reached out and patted the ground, letting the rattan continue to drag him up, higher than his father.
The rattan looked "dejected", lying softly on the ground.
"Woo ..." The little biscuit looked at Dad, his eyes quickly turned red, and fleshy hands grasped the rattan.
auzw.com The rattan moved, and the trees outside shook with it. Finally, fearing the fireball in Ji Yang's hand, he "sleeped" again.
"Wow ..." The biscuit yelled a few more times, and tears couldn't fall, and the rattan "gave" him a little flower, which he threw away.
In the back, many wild fruits appeared on the rattan, and some edible wild vegetables were rolled to Ji Yang.
Then he tried to drag the cookie back again.
The fireball in Ji Yang's hand was a little bigger and stretched forward.
The rattan did not dare to move at all, and the leaves and flowers outside shook again, and it could only shrink back.
The cookie hadn't started laughing yet, and was about to cry again.
Ji Yang walked over, hugged him from the rattan, and lightly beat on the little ass. "It's pretty good, my mother knows that she will be scared to death."
The little biscuit didn't understand what he said, but faintly felt the slightest love from his father, lying on Ji Yang's shoulders, watching the rattan that was continuously retracting, and nodding.
"You can't go outside alone, and you won't be allowed to take you with Coca-Cola or left and right. If you see me, I will be very angry." Ji Yang said, and the eyes of tax and profits swept the green plants outside the door.
He didn't even know what it was like now.
Everything is still in his line of sight.
The little biscuit slobbered on him, looked at the tree outside the window listlessly, and dumbfounded his mouth, and the other party shook.
Then nothing happened.
"Take you out." Ji Yang said to go out.
The little biscuit looked up at Dad and looked outside. The small eyes were all bright. At a glance, I just forgot about the unhappiness just now, one hand wrapped around Dad's neck, and the other hand could point in the direction.
"I will take you, what is it?" Ji Yang chuckled, stretched out his hand and squeezed his little nose, "Be obedient."
The little biscuit nodded arbitrarily, no matter what Dad said, continued to point forward.
Ji Yang held him away.
Head towards the deep forest.
Along the way, the flowers and plants would shake. He raised his hand and picked a flower, and sometimes asked Ji Yang for credit.
Following his guidance, Ji Yang walked down to a waterfall in the mountains, and the little biscuit let him go inside.
A hole can be seen faintly, he patted his back, "We should go back, my mother is worried."
The little biscuit persisted, pointing at the opening.
Ji Yang sighed, a fireball lit up in his palm, and took him in.
Near the waterfall, it is a bit humid, and the wall of the cave seeps into the water, and it drips from time to time. Ji Yang looks at the rattan leading the way and thinks it should not be dangerous.
What's in it?
A little curious.
The former owner and his team also lived here for a long time. As there were no supplies, they walked around and did not come here.
Suddenly, the rattan stopped, Ji Yang looked over, his pupils suddenly shrank, and then, his head was dizzy for a while.
"Give up this child, we promise what you want."
"Material and rights are fine."
"We are negotiating fairly. As for Zhao Xi, we naturally have a solution, as long as you nod."
...
Ji Yang shook his head a few times, but couldn't be sober. The previous life began to reappear in his mind. The scene changed and changed faster and faster.
Finally, the moment he was engulfed by the zombies, he suddenly slowed down again, like a slow motion, but the pain of being torn apart still exists.
He knew it was a dream.
However, it felt like a hand was invisible, constantly dragging him trying to climb down.
Weakness, suffocation, fear ...
These will rise a little bit.
The little biscuit looked at Dad in confusion, his small hand covered his face, and stared at him with wide eyes. Ji Yang opened his eyes suddenly, his back was cold sweat.
He looked directly at the grass not far away and wanted to burn it with a fire.
This is the taste of "dream grass".
In the post-apocalyptic era, an institute invented the "dream medicine", which seems to be extracted from this grass.
It is a small plant, about thirty centimeters in size, with small fruits. The fruits are black and red and very attractive.
As long as you smell this smell, it will evoke the innermost guilt and fear of people, and those with poor tolerance will commit suicide or mental disorders.
That institute relied on this grass to make a fortune in the last days. Numerous psionicists spent a lot of money to sell it, and he also bought it secretly.
Because it can not only psychedelic humans, but also psychedelic zombies, it can obtain an advantageous position in battle, and if necessary, save its own life.
Just as he wanted to deal with it, the little biscuit stretched out his hand, the rattan spread to the dream grass, and the other fruits fell off.
Immediately in the hands of the little biscuit.
He looked at his father like an invitation and laughed.
Ji Yang, already holding her breath, is using her powers to regulate her breath to isolate the taste.