The end of the world is coming, and the family of three must be in order

"Little cabbage, yellow earth, Mo Wuze, you don't have a mother..."

In the alleyway at the side door of the elementary school, Mo Wuzhe was surrounded by a group of children, with a bruise on his face and peeling skin on his hands.

Faced with the slander and insults from older friends, Xiao Wu Ze sat there staring at his hands with a dazed expression.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?!"

The patrolling security guard finally noticed the commotion and came over to drive them away.

Rong Qifang, the leader, looked down on everyone. "My father is a school director. I advise you not to meddle in my affairs, or I'll make you pay for it!"

"Hey, I'm going to take care of it then."

The security guard is new, a young man, at the age of being chivalrous and courageous.

But just as he finished speaking, a Maybach appeared from nowhere, and a man in black got out of it.

The tall man in black easily grabbed the security guard's shoulders and said, "Stop meddling in our young master's business."

The security guard looked at Mo Wuzhe apologetically as he walked away in disgrace.

"Hey, hey, hurry up! You've scratched his homework and face! I don't think the teachers and classmates will like him anymore!"

The leader, Rong Qifang, looked to be about 8 years old, and his body was three times the size of Mo Wuzhe lying on the ground. His arrogance made the fat on his face tremble.

But Mo Wuze remained indifferent.

It was because Mo Wuze's mind was constantly spinning...

He was reborn.

Reborn on the day of the end of the world,

This day was also the day when the school bully bullied him.

He knew that the school bully would give him 10 slaps in the face next.

Mo Wuze remembered his father's words and did not easily cause trouble.

So, let the other party hit him, he can take the beating himself.

Unexpectedly, when the other party slapped him for the 9th time,

His dad showed up...

Thinking of this, Mo Wuzhe glared fiercely at the minion that Zhao Qifang had ordered over.

When I was their age, Mo Wuzhe was already fighting zombies. Can't these people be more sensible? Do they think it's fun to bully children?

In many dreams at midnight, Mo Wuze always regretted why he didn't just fight back that day...

If they hadn't...

If they hadn't...

Dad won't...

They won’t...

The minion picked up Mo Wuzhe from the ground.

"Hey, did you hear what my boss said? Be careful, or I'll throw you in the trash can!"

"Big brother, aren't you ashamed of bullying a 5-year-old like this?"

The little minion didn't see the scene of the child crying as he imagined, but instead saw Mo Wuze's fearless eyes which made him feel very embarrassed.

But it wasn't just this small fry who was in trouble. The bodyguards and Rong Qifang in the dark also felt their cheeks burning.

"You little brat! I think you want to die, so I'll give you 10 slaps!"

Rong Qifang snatched the person from the hands of the minion.

The three of them were too close, and Rong Qifang's saliva almost splashed onto Mo Wuze's face.

How could Mo Wuzhe, who is well versed in the art of survival in the apocalypse, allow someone to spit on his face? He gave the minion a flying kick and used an iron head technique to knock Rong Qifang's chin.

Both of them were injured, one in the nose and the other in the mouth, and bleeding immediately began to flow.

"Master!"

"Boss!"

The bodyguards went up to hug their young master, while the minions, filled with hatred for his evil, wanted to capture Mo Wuzhe.

But Mo Wuzhe didn't want to waste time with them. He was eager to see his father.

Mo Wuze just happened to catch a glimpse of a brick on the side of the road and grabbed it in his hand.

A five-year-old kid throwing a brick is like throwing his own bottle, and the threat is self-evident.

When Mo Wuzhe ran back to the gate, Mo Biyi's motorcycle was parked not far away. He stood at the gate looking around.

The simplest white short-sleeved shirt and ripped jeans make Mo Bi look long-legged and slim-waisted, showing off his free and easy style.

Mo Wuze couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat when he saw his healthy father, "Dad~"

Mo Bi took his son, who was like a whirlwind top, into his arms and kissed him gently on the forehead.

"Why are you so late today?" Mo Biyi asked.

The father and son's identical outfits frequently attracted the attention of passers-by, if for no other reason than it is very rare to see such a good-looking father and son in this small town these days.

Mo Wuze touched his father's healthy arms, filled with nostalgia.

In this life, he would never let his beloved father suffer any harm.

"No, it's my turn to clean today. Has Dad been waiting for a long time?" Mo Wuze said in a coquettish voice.

"I just arrived, and I was thinking if you didn't come out I'd go in and find you... What's going on?! Did someone bully you?"

Mo Biyi grabbed Mo Wuzhe's hand excitedly.

Mo Wuze tried to comfort her, "No, I just tripped and fell while cleaning. I will listen to my father and not cause any trouble."

Mo Wuze's words of not causing trouble made Mo Biyi feel like an eggplant hit by frost. He felt extremely guilty, "I'm sorry, son. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you a better life."

Mo Biyi kissed Mo Wuzhe's son on the forehead as he spoke.

Mo Wuzhe didn't mind at all. His father was more hypocritical than anyone else.

Before his rebirth, Mo Wuze was caught being bullied by his father. The father, who always said he wouldn't cause trouble, beat up all the bodyguards and the kids. The older ones were bleeding, and the younger ones had faces swollen like steamed buns, with blood at the corners of their mouths...

He was protecting Mo Wuze and went berserk... Their commotion attracted the security team...

Mo Biyi was injected with powerful sleeping pills by the security team, and Mo Wuzhe was thrown back to the old aunt's house where they were staying. The old aunt felt that the father and son were unlucky, so she packed him up and sent him to an orphanage that night.

The zombie wave came that night...

Mo Wuzhe received a special gift that night, but he lost contact with his father for a short time.

When they met again, his father had become emaciated and had lost an arm...

That was the arm that his father lost while fighting the security team and the zombies, the arm that should have held him.

Mo Wuze secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He knew that his father loved him more than anyone else in the world.

Mo Wuze got off Mo Biyi and shook his hand, "Dad, didn't you say we'd get paid today? Go buy some good food! I'm starving!"

"Yeah!" Mo Bi smiled and helped Mo Wuzhe put on his helmet.

Mo Biyi was pushing the cart, and Mo Wuzhe was picking and choosing behind it. He picked up some things that he would not normally eat, which surprised Mo Biyi a little.

"Xiao Ze, aren't you going to take your favorite bear cookies today?"

The car is almost full of mineral water, compressed biscuits, instant noodles, fast food, vacuum bread, fruits and vegetables, and long-lasting meat...but the five-year-old baby keeps piling on more things with pleasure.

Mo Biyi found it funny that his son's extraordinary strength was fully displayed at this time.

Mo Wuze shook his head, "That thing is not good for hunger!"

Mo Bi's eyes were filled with guilt that was hard to hide. Mo Wuzhe was always hungry at his aunt's house, and it was time for him to move out.

Mo Biyi was planning where to rent when Mo Buyi turned around and asked, "Does Dad have enough money to buy a car?"

Mo Biyi was a little surprised, "What car?"

Mo Wuze pointed at the exquisite RVs on display in the lobby on the first floor below ground. Mo Bi glanced at the price and said, "Dad can't afford it."

Mo Wu Ze acted as if he didn't hear it and turned the shopping cart around and went straight there.

Mo Wuzhe showed unprecedented interest in RVs. He chatted with the young salesperson, while Mo Biyi was frantically planning how to raise money in his mind.

In the end, he chose to rent a car.

Having lost more than half of his monthly salary, Mo Biyi, while driving, wondered if he had spoiled his child too much.

But looking at his son's smiling face, Mo Biyi didn't say anything.

When others are 5 years old, they spend their time in kindergarten with toys and games.

Because the primary school tuition was cheaper, he let his 5-year-old smart son study ahead of time and asked the school to admit him as an exception.

Surrounded by people who are not his own age, Mo Biyi worries every day whether his son can fit in with the group.

There were only two or three cars on the road.

It’s still some time before the rush hour, so houses in the suburbs are really cheap, and they’re really far away.

The huge RV was driving on a suburban road. At a corner, there was a harsh sound of brakes and the sound of flesh colliding.

Mo Biyi saw the body fly about 30 meters away.

Mo Biyi's heart was still beating wildly. This was the first time he bumped into someone.

Mo Biyi admitted that he was still a novice when it came to driving an RV, and that he had been distracted for a moment, but if he had seen correctly, that person had clearly rushed up on his own!

Mo Biyi took out his cell phone with one hand, unbuckled his seat belt with the other and was about to push the cart down.

Mo Wuzhe climbed on him like a little monkey, making Mo Biyi unable to move.

"Don't move!"