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Apocalyptic Disasters: Carrying a bun and hoarding supplies novel Chapter 112

Seeing Bai Meiyue’s appearance, Bai Feng breathed a sigh of relief. At least she was unharmed and didn’t seem to be sporting any injuries. As he approached her, he noticed her wary eyes and was slightly startled.

When he saw her last time, her eyes resembled a newly born fawn. Innocent and naive but after going through what Bai Qingshi and Chu Xia did to her, Bai Meiyue had become more and more hostile to him and the rest of the Bai family.

In the past, Bai Meiyue looked at him with adoration and respect but now she only had vigilance against him.

"What are you doing here?" Bai Meiyue asked while straightening her neck. "Don’t you think it’s too late for you to come out on a night walk?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Feng couldn’t help but laugh. The entire world had turned upside down and yet Bai Meiyue was still in the mood to joke with him. He rolled his eyes and an easy smile etched on his lips slowly as he asked Bai Meiyue, "Why are you here? You should be at home?"

Bai Meiyue rubbed her belly as she felt slightly nauseous. Her pregnancy could be considered better than the rest; at least, Little Cai didn’t trouble her most of the time, but when she pushed herself too much, it was only normal for her to feel sick.

Like right now.

She wanted to throw up because the scent that was wafting off from Bai Feng seemed a bit sharp, not to mention the smell of the zombies and the rotting corpses made her feel like emptying her stomach.

Seeing that she didn’t look too well, Bai Feng said to her, "Go back home and rest; I will bring what you want." His gaze fell on the zombies that had been killed and the smell that was wafting over to them. Bai Feng understood why Bai Meiyue was not feeling well and softened his tone.

But Bai Meiyue shook her head. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Bai Feng; it was the Bai family she didn’t trust. She knew that if half of the supplies were given to her, the other half would be brought to the Bai family and she didn’t want them to have enough to eat their fill.

She wanted them to live like ghosts, where they could neither live nor die.

"I will collect my own supplies; if you want, you can help her," she pointed at Qiu Li, who was silently standing on the side.

Upon being pointed out, she jumped a little and looked at Bai Meiyue in confusion.

"Who is she?" Bai Feng had never met with Qiu Li and frowned.

Once she was done dealing with them, Bai Meiyue felt her stomach churn and covered her mouth before rushing to the nearest restroom. She threw up until she could no longer throw up and covered her nose. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

She looked down and saw the blood that was sticking to her clothes and her throat coiled in disgust once again. Bai Meiyue knew that she could no longer withstand this rotten scent anymore. Thus, she immediately changed her clothes into a clean set of clothes and threw away the ones that were dirtied.

She then walked out of the restroom and retrieved an empty bottle before filling it up with water to clean her mouth.

If someone had seen Bai Meiyue using such clean water to wash her mouth, they would have cursed her until she was drowned in their spit. After all, in the apocalypse, such clean water was extremely precious. Even more so after the tsunami.

Of course, what others thought had nothing to do with Bai Meiyue. She was never going to wrong herself. In her past life, she was sucked dry until even the last of her worth was taken away from her. If she hadn’t escaped in time, she would have turned into a ghoul that was neither alive nor dead.

She was not going to treat herself shabbily in this life. After she was done collecting the supplies, she went to look for the warehouse. Of course, she did not empty the supermarket completely, as it would raise suspicions. So, she left some supplies in the aisle and headed to the warehouse, where she found more than ten zombies lurking outside.

When they sensed a human approaching, they immediately charged at Bai Meiyue.

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