Jiang Rushuang couldn't provoke Ji Lin, so she silently moved to the side.
"Xiao Chu, can you teach me how to shoot?" Jiang Rushuang asked Chuzheng quietly.
Chuzheng didn't refuse, she explained a few key points to her, taught her how to load bullets, cock the gun, aim, and then brought her to the window.
There were no zombies on the street, and Chuzheng told her to wait until she saw zombies before shooting.
Free moving targets shouldn't be wasted.
Ji Lin sat in a corner, seemingly lost in thought.
He rolled up the sleeves of his camouflage uniform, pushing them up his arm, revealing his pale wrist and forearm.
His forearm had smooth lines, exuding a strong sense of power.
Ji Lin felt a sudden shadow in front of him, and when he slightly raised his gaze, he saw the clothes in Chuzheng's hand.
Ji Lin raised an eyebrow, picky as ever, refused: "I don't wear clothes that others have worn."
Ji Lin thought Chuzheng had found them in this house and didn't take them.
