Chapter 1146 This Little Zombie Can Run [20]

In the dead of night.

The window of the van was gently opened, and a small pale hand slowly stretched in.

A handful of candies was quietly and carefully placed beside the sleeping girl.

Beside the window, a petite child was lying on it with great effort, his short legs flapping in mid-air with great effort.

Suddenly, the child's foot accidentally kicked the van's door. He froze, and the sleeping girl in the back seat turned over immediately. Seeing this, the child quickly let go of the window and hid.

After a while, the child slowly climbed out from under the car again. He grabbed the car door and carefully climbed up bit by bit, finally lying on the half-drawn window.

The moonlight was so bright that it shone on the child.

It was a child, who seemed to be no more than four years old. The hair is silver, short, and the ends of the hair can just brush the child's fleshy neck.

His little hands holding the window are also fleshy, and the little hands are very small. The skin is cold and white, without any trace of blood.

The child was lying outside the window, tilting his head and looking at the sleeping girl's face, his gray pupils blinked slightly, and his small mouth was slightly pursed.

Two short, fleshy calves were hanging in the air, fluttering cheerfully. He looked at the girl quietly, and then grinned suddenly.

Her fleshy cheeks are full of baby fat, and there are shallow pear dimples when she smiles.

He blinked slightly, those gray and white pupils clearly looked lifeless, but when he looked at the girl's cheek, it seemed that you could feel that he was staring at her.

The eyes are round, the eyelashes are thick and slender, the small and fleshy nose is very tall, and the facial features are very delicate. It is not difficult to see how good-looking the little boy will be when he grows up.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho-"

Suddenly, there was a weak growl from a distance, and the little boy turned his head, his little brows furrowed unhappily.

He let go of his little hand holding the window and jumped out of the car.

The little boy was staggering, his calves running thumping.

Looking at the hordes of zombies not far ahead, the little boy's gray pupils were icy cold, and he looked at them with a cold face.

The group of zombies who came over seemed to tremble for a while, and even the sound of 'ho ho' was gone.

"roll!"

The child's voice was very milky, but his tone was as cold as ice. The fleshy baby's fat little face was full of murderous intent, and those beautiful round eyes looked at them coldly.

In the next second, the crowd of zombies all turned around and left in silence, trembling.

Looking at the leaving zombies, the little boy turned around with his lips pursed.

When he came back, the little boy had a worried look on his face. Did those idiots make such a big noise just now, would they wake her up?

He hid under the car for a while, listened carefully for a while and found that there was no movement, only shallow breathing.

The little boy pursed his lips, and slowly crawled out while supporting himself with his little hands. He lay down by the window again, with his little head tilted, his long eyelashes fluttering lightly, resting on his eyelids, reflecting his off-white pupils.

When he saw the girl's sleeping face, the child's expression immediately became gentle. He shyly pursed his mouth and quietly watched the girl sleep.

When the sun rose, the children reluctantly looked away.

Rubbing his pantothenic eyes with his chubby hands, the child slowly jumped out of the car and left slowly.