In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

Meng Fan blushed slightly: "No, no, I'm practicing my special ability."

Wenren Lei screamed inwardly: Of course I know you're practicing your superpowers! If it weren't for that bastard Wanzi, I'd still be sleeping in bed!

Wenren Lei had already fallen asleep with Fu Yan in her arms, leaving Wanzi to keep watch at night.

This little dog is like it's sick. Every time Meng Fan downstairs uses his superpower, Wanzi lets out a loud "woof" and wags its tail like a propeller.

Meng Fan's use of his supernatural abilities was already intermittent.

As a result, every time Wenren Lei was about to fall asleep, Wanzi would "Awoo," and then Wenren Lei would wake up. Just as he was about to fall asleep again, Wanzi would "Awoo," and he would wake up again.

He could no longer bear it and decided to try to persuade Meng Fan.

Wenren Lei took a sip of the hot milk tea from her thermos: "Training should also be done step by step."

Meng Fan lowered his head in disappointment: "My superpower is too weak. I can't even cause any damage. I don't want to hold you back."

Wenren Lei said, "You don't necessarily have to rely on superpowers to fight. You can kill zombies just as well with weapons."

Meng Fan clutched his thermos: "Boss, I've always been an ordinary person, just like my name, Meng Fan. Now that the apocalypse has come, I unexpectedly awakened a superpower, thinking I had finally escaped my fate. But my superpower is so useless; I'm still that insignificant Meng Fan."

Looking at his dejected appearance, Wenren Lei sighed inwardly: This kid is usually quiet and reserved, but he's quite melancholy.

He said, "Whether it's weapons or superpowers, they're just tools to aid in combat. Tools are inanimate, but people are alive; how much power they can unleash depends on how they're used."

"Boss, I don't understand."

Wenren Lei downed her milk tea in one gulp, screwed the lid on tightly, and placed it on the table: "Add water."

Meng Fan hesitated for a moment, then activated his supernatural ability to pour water into the sealed thermos. A few seconds later, he said hesitantly, "It should be added now."

"If you're not sure if it's been added, just open it and see." Wenren Lei unscrewed the lid, poured out the contents, and the water instantly froze on the table. "See, you did it. It wasn't that hard."

"But what's the use of that?"

Wenren Lei said, "This is incredibly useful. In the apocalypse, it's not just zombies we need to be wary of; humans are just as dangerous. So, what if you directly inject water into a living person's body if they have malicious intentions?"

Meng Fan's expression shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to a sudden, enlightened understanding: "I can burst his organs and cause his death."

Wenren Lei nodded: "Smart."

Meng Fan pondered, "If I can master my superpower to the extreme, I can place blood clots in a person's blood vessels, which would even allow me to control the time of their death. This is simply an excellent method of assassination."

Wenren Lei hadn't expected this new approach either; well, he learned it too.

"Not bad, Meng Fan, you've learned to apply what you've learned to other situations."

Meng Fan scratched his head sheepishly: "It was you, Boss, who inspired me."

"Alright, go back and rest. Get plenty of rest so your training will be twice as effective."

Meng Fan nodded firmly: "Yes!"

Wenren Lei stood up and stretched: "Also, Meng Fan, there are very few people who dare to pick up a weapon and go out to kill zombies, and the probability of awakening a superhuman is only three out of more than two thousand people."

You've done both of those things; you're actually quite extraordinary.

You can be Meng Fan, or you can be Meng Bufan; this isn't something a name can limit you.

After he finished speaking, he walked away with a crunching sound as he stepped into the snow, leaving Meng Fan standing there for a long time.

Wenren Lei walked into the villa with a deep expression and closed the door. He immediately did a virtual basketball shot on the spot: "Wow~~ How did I become so pretentious? I'm practically a philosophy master!" Then, mimicking his mature and calm tone from before, he said, "You can also be Meng Bufan."

He immediately broke character: "Holy crap! What a show-off! Wenren Lei, you're a god!"

After returning to his room, he added some charcoal to the fireplace, then went to the window and looked downstairs, where he saw Meng Fan obediently go back to his room to sleep.

Maruko finally doesn't have to yell "Awoo Awoo" anymore.

Wenren Lei was very satisfied. She pulled Fu Yan to lie down on the bed and snuggled into his arms, ready to sleep.

But Fu Yan had no intention of letting him sleep properly, and grabbed Wenren Lei's soft waist with both hands and squeezed it hard.

Wenren frowned, half-opening her eyes: "It hurts, be gentle."

"No." Fu Yan uttered a single word and continued to ravage his waist.

Wenren Lei opened her eyes and moved Fu Yan's hand away: "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Yan's facial muscles were stiff, and he couldn't make any expression, but Wenren Lei saw the grievance in his eyes, so she raised her hand and rubbed his face: "What's wrong?"

Fu Yan pointed a finger out the window: "Three, minutes..."

Wenren Lei then realized that she had told Fu Yan before going downstairs that she would only talk to Meng Fan for three minutes, but in the end, it took a full ten minutes.

This huge zombie is soaking in a vinegar jar.

"I was wrong, Brother Yan." Wenren Lei buried her head in Fu Yan's chest and rubbed it against him. "He was just too depressed. We should give him some encouragement so he won't be angry anymore."

Wenren Lei kissed Fu Yan on the cheek, then smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Not angry anymore, hmm?"

Fu Yan stared at Wenren Lei for a long time before slowly nodding, "Mm!"

After saying that, Fu Yan hugged Wenren Lei tightly: "Lei Lei, sleep."

Wenren Lei gently pushed him away: "You're hugging me too tightly, I can't breathe."

Fu Yan relaxed a little: "Sleep."

"Okay, I'm going to sleep."

Wenren Lei closed her eyes and slept peacefully.

At five o'clock in the morning, Maruko suddenly started barking loudly again.

Wenren Lei was woken up by the noise. Suppressing her morning grumpiness, she got up, turned on the light, and gritted her teeth, saying, "You damn Wanzi, you better really have something to say."

He put on his coat, walked to the window, and looked out. Anna was in the yard.

After a night, the yard was covered with another layer of snow. Anna walked slowly, leaving two lonely lines of footprints.

She only took the down jacket Wenren Lei had given her, nothing else, and walked slowly to the iron gate with her head down, then reached out and opened it.

Anna looked back at the villa.

The light was on in Wenren Lei's bedroom. She saw Wenren Lei standing by the window, leaning against Fu Yan's chest, both of them looking at her.

Anna suddenly felt ashamed. Wenren Lei hadn't treated them badly during this time; in fact, she had treated them well. She should be grateful.

But I simply couldn't overcome my fear and live with zombies.

Anna thought of her father, a zookeeper who took care of black bears.

Anna thought the job was dangerous, but her father always comforted her, saying that if she spent a lot of time with the animals, they would understand human nature and wouldn't hurt her.

But on an ordinary morning, the black bear suddenly went berserk and tore her father apart and ate him.

The zoo explained that the male black bear was in heat and extremely aggressive, and the zookeeper angered the bear, leading to the tragedy.

In the end, they settled the matter by paying money.

Anna's tear fell onto her clothes, and she lowered her head and quickly went out.

The heavy door slammed shut with a jarring sound, and Anna walked away without looking back.

Wenren Lei stood by the window for a while, then turned around, went back to bed, and lay down again.