The end of the world begins with escape

Chapter 77 It broke with a bang



Song Youai couldn't help but complain. "You don't know, he can't even overtake. I was really anxious just now."

"Even though he has yellow hair, he drives very well, like a scooter for the elderly!"

Xiao Huangmao's face turned red, he held the steering wheel and said awkwardly, "Auntie, it's only been more than three months since I got my driver's license."

Song Youai laughed and picked up the kitchen knife placed at his feet, "That's okay. Auntie will open it later."

Xie Ning glanced at the kitchen knife in her mother's hand, and suddenly her mind moved. She secretly tried to condense the metal in her palm, and slowly condensed it in the direction of her thoughts.

Soon, an eighty centimeter long metal knife that looked a bit like a Tang knife was made by Xie Ning.

She made a long and flat handle that was easy to hold, and Xie Ning took it in her hand and shook it gently.

"Mom, give it to me." Xie Ning took the kitchen knife from her mother's hand and touched it lightly.

"Click."

Xiao Huangmao's hand holding the steering wheel trembled, and he saw clearly that the stainless steel kitchen knife was broken into two pieces by the long knife in Sister Ning's hand.

"This... Auntie, is this a Koizumi kitchen knife?"

It doesn’t matter what brand of kitchen knife it is, the point is that this metal knife made by my daughter is very sharp, isn’t it?

Cutting a kitchen knife is like cutting tofu, so powerful.

Xie Ning was also a little surprised. The corners of her lips curved up, and she reached out and handed the long metal knife to Song Youai, who was stunned. "Uh, mom, I don't need that kitchen knife. This is for you to use for self-defense."

"The metal power can also make knives." Song Youai took the knife and turned it over and over with love.

"Be careful of cutting your fingers with the blade."

Xie Ning scratched her face and pointed at the colorful blanket stuffed next to the glass of the back seat. "Mom, I don't know how to make a matching scabbard for the time being. How about you cut a small blanket into pieces and wrap the knife in a package?"

Song Youai quickly shook his head, "No! This is too ugly! Originally, my mother went out with this knife, looking majestic and domineering. What's going on with the colorful blanket?"

Aren't you severely lowering your own style?

Xie Ning coughed lightly.

Song Youai laughed, "Don't worry, I can still be stupid enough to cut off my palm? Don't underestimate your mother!"

Xie Ning could only follow her.

"Let's get out of the car." Song Youai shook the newly acquired knife in his hand, "Mom, go kill a zombie for you!"

Xie Ning was startled, and a smile slowly bloomed in her eyes.

Her mother wanted to tell her with practical actions that she could be self-reliant and even protect Ning Ning.

While Gu Chen's men were still moving the car, the mother and daughter got out of the car and walked straight towards a row of clothing stores on the side of the road.

"Too idle!"

"Hey sister, it's coming!" Ji Taixian heard the sound and ran to the mother and daughter.

"Follow me and pack all the clothes, shoes, socks, etc. into your space."

"You don't need to dress up too much, and don't want any fancy skirts. Dress up your casual clothes, and it's best to wear some winter clothes." It's September now, and although the weather is still quite hot, there's no guarantee that it will cool down anytime.

"Okay sister, I listen to you." Ji Taixian smiled and followed.

As soon as I opened the door of a clothing store, I saw an old zombie shaking its body and walking over.

Song Youai took the lead and brought down the knife. Originally, he only wanted to pierce the old zombie's head. Who would have thought that he would cut off half of the head from the neck with one strike.

She was stunned for a moment, then quickly took a few steps forward and made a big hole in the zombie's head, stopping the opening and closing of its mouth.


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