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Zhang Yi can accept Zhou Ke'er, but she must submit a nomination certificate.

　　Zhang Yi's request is very simple, effective, and non-threatening. The key is not to be a virgin!

　　Zhang Yi is sure of the first two points.

　　But he wanted to know if Zhou Ke'er could be ruthless at a critical moment.

　　So, he gave Zhou Ke'er a task.

　　Zhou Ke'er did not reply to Zhang Yi for the time being, obviously she was also struggling.

　　Zhang Yi is not in a hurry, anyway, time is on his side.

　　If Zhou Ke'er can't pass this test, then Zhang Yi will give up on her decisively.

　　After all, Zhang Yi is also considered healthy, and the probability of sudden illness is very low.

　　He will not go out casually, and the risk of injury is extremely low.

　　But how long Zhou Keer can live is hard to say.

　　...

　　The next day, Zhang Yi slept until ten o'clock in the morning before getting up.

　　He lifted the velvet quilt and went to the bathroom to wash up.

　　Then he changed into his gym clothes and started working out on the treadmill.

　　In the last days, good physical fitness is very important.

　　Only by having a strong body can we better cope with danger and avoid getting sick.

　　He sweated profusely on the treadmill and ran for an hour before stopping.

　　Then went to take a hot shower.

　　When taking a bath, Zhang Yi will feel a sense of pride.

　　You know, this kind of enjoyment is an incomparable luxury for many people nowadays!

　　"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

　　At this moment, there was a loud noise outside.

　　Zhang Yi's eyes narrowed, and he quickly wrapped himself in a towel and walked out.

　　He soon heard a burst of yelling and cursing from Zhou Peng.

　　Zhang Yi turned on the monitor, and saw Zhou Peng outside the door holding two kitchen knives, slashing at his door frantically.

　　"Zhang Yi, get out of here! You only know to hide in the house all day long, you are a coward, useless waste!"

　　The corner of Zhang Yi's mouth twitched: "Ah, yes, yes, you are right."

　　"And then?"

　　It's really laughable, a waste who can't survive, and still wants to use aggressive methods against Zhang Yi?

　　It seems that you are more anxious now, right?

　　Zhang Yi noticed that when Zhou Peng slammed on the door, he used his left hand to exert strength, and it was very difficult to lift his right hand.

　　He knew that Zhou Peng's arm was infected.

　　If you look closely, you can even see his arms bulging high.

　　Zhang Yi came to the door, put his hands in his pockets, and said lightly: "Zhou Peng, does the infection feel good?" "

　　When I was in biology class, the teacher taught us about wound infection.

　　" After the influenza bacillus enters your wound, it starts to multiply like a maggot encountering a carrion." "

　　Your arm wound must be at least ten centimeters deep." "

　　The temperature outside is very cold, but your flesh and blood It was hot. Bacteria multiplied desperately on that hotbed, eating your flesh and blood." "

　　Then the wound began to suppurate, black water flowed, more and more bacteria, and your wound became bigger and bigger. Finally along your blood vessels, and run into your whole body!"

　　Zhang Yi described it vividly, and Zhou Peng felt his arm hurt even more after hearing this.

　　He was sweating coldly, as if he felt that he was covered in germs and wanted to eat him clean.

　　Even though he knew that Zhang Yi was deliberately scaring him, the fear in his heart could not be suppressed.

　　"Ahhh!! Zhang Yi, I killed you!"

　　Zhou Peng was already crazy, his arm was indeed rotten, and he knew he would die.

　　So he wanted to try one last time, but this time he came here, it was doomed to be in vain.

　　In the next room, Chen Zhenghao's subordinates heard Zhou Peng's crazy roar and asked, "Do you want to kill him?"

　　Chen Zhenghao thought for a while, and said, "Didn't you hear that he was infected and dying? Pork that died of illness, you Dare to eat too?"

Everyone looked at each other and finally decided not to take the risk.

　　Zhou Peng chopped down the door for a while, and scolded for a while.

　　Finally, he was tired and collapsed in front of Zhang Yi's house, and began to cry again and begged Zhang Yi to spare his life.

　　Zhang Yi said quietly: "You are dead, your wounds are rotten, and you are in the late stage, and you can't be saved. It's better to do things you didn't dare to do when you were alive." Zhou Peng's

　　eyes His face was full of tears, and after hearing Zhang Yi's words, he fell into deeper despair.

　　Could it be that...he is going to die?

　　Fear enveloped him like an abyss.

　　But what followed was anger, unbridled anger!

　　I'm going to die, what's there to be afraid of!

　　He struggled to get up, and kicked Zhang Yi's iron door hard. He wanted to curse, but because the door was too hard, he almost fainted from the pain.

　　Zhou Peng didn't care about these anymore, he staggered and ran back along the stairs.

　　After returning to the place where he lived, his eyes were slack, and he vaguely saw Sun Zhichao burning a knife with a candle, and then scalding his wound.

　　"Sting~"

　　The sound of fat burning was accompanied by green smoke, and Sun Zhichao's pupils protruded, even though he was biting the quilt, he still wailed in pain.

　　He seemed to think that this would kill all the bacteria.

　　Ignorant and pathetic.

　　"Cousin..."

　　Wang Min looked at Zhou Peng distressedly, not knowing how to comfort him.

　　She knew that Zhou Peng would not live long, and now the room could smell the rancid smell of several people every day.

　　The body rots before the person dies. The depth of this pain is unimaginable to ordinary people!

　　Zhou Peng ignored Wang Min, but rushed to the room where Fang Yuqing was detained.

　　Fang Yuqing screamed in fright when she saw Zhou Peng.

　　"Zhou...Zhou Peng? What are you doing?"

　　Zhou Peng walked up to Fang Yuqing, staring at her with bloodshot eyes.

　　"Yuqing, will you marry me?"

　　This poor licking dog, even though his life is coming to an end, his biggest wish is to marry Fang Yuqing.

　　In the last days, how ridiculous this request is, but how humble it is.

　　Fang Yuqing frowned, her eyes filled with disgust.

　　She pinched her nose subconsciously, "No, I don't want to!"

　　Zhou Peng's heart was broken, he had paid so much for Fang Yuqing, even his own life was about to die.

　　But Fang Yuqing, from the beginning to the end, never had the slightest affection for him.

　　"No!! You love me, you love me! I want to have you, and I want you to be my woman before I die!"

　　Zhou Peng roared angrily, and then began to tear Fang Yuqing's clothes.

　　People outside the house heard the voice inside, but no one cared.

　　In their view, Fang Yuqing was the chief culprit that brought them down to where they are today, she deserves to die!

　　Fang Yuqing struggled desperately, but how could the crazy Zhou Peng have as much strength?

　　Zhou Peng tore off the down jacket on her body, and then couldn't wait to take off his own clothes.

　　"No, you go away, you smell so disgusting!"

　　Fang Yuqing cursed.

　　"You dare to call me stinky?"

　　Zhou Peng was furious, and he suddenly tore off the gauze on his arm.

　　At this time, his wound bulged up, turned black and purple, and the wound festered terribly.

　　He made a penetrating movement, even grabbed the rotten wound with his hands, and stuffed the rotten meat into Fang Yuqing's mouth.

　　"Let you scold me, let you scold me!"

　　Fang Yuqing was so disgusted that she couldn't help retching, but Zhou Peng still stuffed a hand of rotten meat into her mouth.

　　Zhou Peng grinned grimly, seeing his goddess being humiliated by him, he suddenly felt an unprecedented pleasure.