Advent of the Lord

Nan Qiaoan returned home with his loot on his shoulders. He was in a good mood now, and looking at this cozy hut was also pleasing to the eye.

Throwing his spoils on the floor of the living room, Nan Qiaoan sat next to the spoils and looked at the other party with great interest.

In the doomsday life a long time ago, due to sudden natural disasters, the earth mutated, a large number of human beings died, and survival resources became extremely scarce. After the initial panic, everyone began to run desperately for survival.

At that time, there were no trustworthy people around, and even for a piece of bread, it might happen that a knife was stabbed in the second after a hug. If you want to survive, you have to grab resources from the mouths of zombies and from similar hands.

And everyone in the doomsday has also formed the habit of hunting and storing trophies. The trophies may be materials or people who have been reduced to resources. Even an existence like Nan Qiaoan has experienced such an extremely difficult time.

The habit of doomsday is engraved in Nan Qiaoan's bones. What he takes away from others with his strength is his spoils. He has absolute right to dispose of it. This is a matter of course for Nan Qiaoan, even in the end. Occupy a place, and even seldom hunt by hand later, this habit has been preserved.

It has been several days since I came to this comfortable world, Nan Qiaoan is bored in every possible way, otherwise the two weak ants would not arouse his interest, if in the end of the world, he would not even give a single glance, but in this It was his first time hunting in this world, and the one lying on the ground was his first trophy in this world, so it was somewhat meaningful.

The little star Nan Qiaoan probably doesn't need anything for first aid in his room, so there are only some meaningless daily necessities in the room.

Nan Qiaoan searched around and couldn't find anything, so he simply tore off the man's shirt on the ground, dug out the bullet from the man's shoulder with his bare hands, and simply cleaned up the man's wound.

This is common in the doomsday, and the lives of people in the doomsday are so cheap that they either carry it directly or die from infection.

In the early days, many people died due to infirmity. In the later period, after humans awakened their abilities, life gradually improved, and those who survived were all resistant, so this way of dealing with wounds was nothing.

But the big boss Nan Qiao'an obviously forgot what world he came to, and he didn't know how horrified he would be if he let outsiders see how he handled it.

It's a pity that in the eyes of South Boss, human life is really no different from that of a cat or a dog. After he treated the opponent's wound casually, he sat cross-legged on the side with his chin in his hands in a daze, obviously forgetting about the spoils on the ground until he heard a weak sound after a while. The groan attracted his attention, Nan Qiaoan looked down and frowned, the booty on the ground was on fire.

His shirt was torn by Nan Qiaoan, and the arm bound by the shirt kept bleeding, and a lot of blood dripped on the ground because of Nan Qiaoan's rough cooking.

He looked particularly bad, his thin lips were whitish, but his cheeks were flushed with heat, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

I don't know if it was a nightmare, but a pair of slender sword eyebrows frowned, looking forbearing and pitiful.

Overall, he is a very handsome man.

Nan Qiaoan reached out and touched the other person's forehead. The temperature under his hand was astonishingly hot. People who suddenly had a fever like this in the last days had only two endings, one was awakening and the other was immediate death.

Usually, if there is a more advanced ability user watching over the process of awakening the ability, the death rate of the person who awakens the ability will be directly reduced.

Nan Qiaoan was dazed for a while, the core of the body's supernatural power instinctively penetrated into the opponent's body, until the supernatural energy left the empty body of the opponent, Nan Qiaoan suddenly remembered that this world is no longer that world.

It's just because of everything that happened tonight that Nan Qiaoan couldn't help being dazed, feeling like it was the end of the world.

Nan Qiao An, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly burst out laughing uncontrollably, but there was no smile in his eyes. If Liang Yu were here, he would have been so frightened by Nan Qiao An's abnormal behavior that he would have called the police directly.

After laughing, Nan Qiaoan picked up the man on the ground and put him on the bed. Regardless of the traces of blood on his body, Nan Qiaoan went out and bought necessary medicines at a convenience pharmacy outside the community.

Although the owner of the convenience store was scared to death by Nan Qiaoan's gloomy and evil temperament and the blood on his body.

Fortunately, people who survived in the doomsday knew all kinds of first aid knowledge and simple medical knowledge, and Mr. Loot's condition was not serious. After being taken care of by Nan Qiaoan, Mr. Loot's fever subsided in the middle of the night.

Nan Qiaoan saw that the other party's fever had subsided, and knowing that this trophy would not die suddenly, she lay down next to the other party and closed her eyes to rest.

It was almost noon the next day, and Chu Yao opened his eyes. He glanced at this strange and warm small bedroom in a daze, and then the daze dissipated and turned into a sharp and cold estimate. He looked around vigilantly. Four weeks, until I heard a lazy voice next to me: "Are you awake?"

Chu Yao turned his head suddenly, and saw the lazy Nan Qiaoan lying next to him. Nan Qiaoan was leaning on the pillow with his legs crossed in boredom, and he didn't know what he was doing before.

Chu Yao frowned slightly, and wanted to get off the bed, but as soon as he moved, he found that his limbs were limp and weak, and his whole body was weak just after a serious illness. Chu Yao looked at Nan Qiao'an vigilantly and suspiciously.

Nan Qiaoan smiled: "Do you still remember your name, and what happened before?"

"Chu Yao, I don't remember anything else." Chu Yao said his name lightly, and then stopped talking, and just stared at Nan Qiao An with cold and calm eyes.

Nan Qiaoan jumped off the bed and looked at his trophy: "You are Chu Yao?"

Chu Yao stared at Nan Qiaoan vigilantly, Nan Qiaoan laughed twice, stretched out his hand and patted Chu Yao's face: "I can't remember, it's okay if I can't remember, I saved you, you are mine I'm dead, follow me from now on and call me brother."

Chu Yao stared at Nan Qiao'an for a long time, just when Nan Qiao'an thought that he had to use some special method to make the other party recognize his identity, Chu Yao stared at Nan Qiao'an coldly, and squeezed out a word: "Brother."

Nan Qiaoan smiled, and he said, "You are still very weak, what do you want to eat?"

Chu Yao probably didn't want to talk to Nan Qiaoan very much, but his body really couldn't be tossed, so he kept silent for a long time, and finally whispered: "Just do something, it's fine."

Nan Qiaoan was a little surprised: "You want to eat the rice cooked by my brother. Although I haven't done it for a long time, since you want to eat, my good brother will cook for you."

For people in the doomsday, the best thing is meat, especially those like Chu Yao who have been injured and have resisted infection. Nan Qiaoan searched for a long time in the refrigerator, but only found a bunch of useless diet vegetarian food. Finally, Nan Qiaoan put on a coat and went out to buy groceries.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Chu Yao struggled to get up from the bed. His body was so weak now that it was extremely difficult to get off the bed. After struggling for a long time, Chu Yao fell off the bed directly. He supported the wall and gritted his teeth and walked to the door , trying to open the door, but after opening it for a long time, the door did not move at all. Chu Yao silently stared at the high-end anti-theft door with deep eyes.

The community where Nan Qiaoan lives has very complete living facilities. The vegetable seller is right next to the gate, and there is also a special vegetable market. Nan Qiaoan bought a lot of meat and came back. Seeing so much meat, the boss of Nanda felt a sense of satisfaction Feeling safe, he stuffed the extra meat into the refrigerator, hummed a song and started the fire.

After hearing the news of Nan Qiaoan's return, Chu Yao moved back to the bed and fell asleep. He heard Nan Qiaoan cooking, but smelled a strange smell. Before Chu Yao frowned, he heard the coaxing With a bang, the kitchen exploded, and a thick black smoke came out. The pungent smell made the whole room stink, and even triggered the fire alarm in the community.

Chu Yao was startled, and quickly got up from the bed, walked to the living room with difficulty leaning on the wall, and saw Nan Qiao An holding a black thing in his hand, walking towards him with a smile: "Brother baked the chicken legs for you." Now, you are weak now, and it is suitable to eat this."

Chu Yao looked at Nan Qiaoan's outstretched hand, his thin white hand was holding a piece of dark chicken, and the chicken still exuded a horrible smell of paste.

And the man who was holding the chicken was not conscious, and even felt that he was holding some peerless delicacy, Chu Yao was suddenly silent for a while.

Nan Qiaoan handed the food to Chu Yao, but seeing that Chu Yao kept retreating vigilantly, Nan Qiaoan frowned: "Don't want to eat?"

Chu Yao didn't speak, just pursed his lips, staring at Nan Qiaoan and retreating cautiously.

Nan Qiaoan originally wanted to change his face, but after seeing Chu Yao's performance and thinking of a certain spoil that died after eating his own food, in the end he didn't force Chu Yao, but said: "Forget it, brother will order you a takeaway Bar."

Then, under Chu Yao's strange gaze, Nan Qiaoan ate the piece of chicken that had turned black. Chu Yao opened his mouth, probably wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, but his eyes were somewhat Looks like a neuropathy.

The security guard who came because of the sound of the alarm also rushed upstairs. After seeing that everything in Nan Qiaoan's house was normal, he scolded Nan Qiaoan and helped clean up the kitchen before leaving.

After a while, the takeaway that Nan Qiaoan ordered also arrived, Chu Yao ate some takeaway and went to bed to rest.

There are more people in the family, and it still belongs to his own spoils. Nan Qiaoan's mood tends to improve somewhat. Although there are some unspeakable reasons for this spoils and his predecessor, this is not in the scope of Nan Qiaoan's concern at all.

Although Nan Qiaoan took care of people very rough and terrible, Chu Yao still slowly began to recover at Nan Qiaoan's house, but every time Nan Qiaoan went out, he would lock the door tightly.

Until one day, wondering if he was fed up with Nan Qiaoan's fried kitchen and dirty takeaways, the first thing Chu Yao did when he got up from bed was to go into the kitchen to cook.

About three days later, Chu Yao was able to get out of bed without being too weak. Nan Qiaoan asked him what he wanted to eat. Chu Yao got up and took out the pork and fish from the refrigerator to thaw, and finally asked Nan Qiaoan in a low voice: "Do you have any vegetables and seasonings?"

Nan Qiaoan glanced at Chu Yao in surprise, and finally smiled deeply: "I'll buy what I need."

In the past few days, although Chu Yao has accepted Nan Qiaoan's care, he has not spoken a word to Nan Qiaoan since the day he fried the kitchen, but Nan Qiaoan does not need others to talk to relieve boredom. Among them, Chu Yao is just his trophy.

Now that Chu Yao just resumed speaking, the first thing he said was cooking, and Nan Qiaoan became interested in how much he had to say.

After Nan Qiaoan went out with the wallet, Chu Yao came to the door and tried to open the door again, but as he had done countless times before, he failed naturally. Chu Yao couldn't find the key after searching for a long time. It became cold, but the cold finally calmed down, and Chu Yao's usual calm was restored.

When Nan Qiaoan came back, Chu Yao had already cut the meat with a calm face. His hands were beautiful, with slender and strong fingers. They were hands for playing the piano and holding a pen for writing. However, the hands holding the kitchen knife are equally pleasing to the eye. , with pure masculine strength and elegance.

Nan Qiaoan folded her arms and admired it with great interest outside the kitchen for a while, watching Chu Yao cut up the ingredients quickly and well, and placed them neatly and orderly by category, even the size of each piece of meat was different. The length and thickness of each dish are evenly the same as the measured ones. Finally, the ingredients are put into the pot, a pot of delicious and rich fish soup is cooked, a pot of pork is stewed with vermicelli, and a portion of seasonal vegetables are also fried. Finally, Chu Yao beats it with eggs and tomatoes. Soup.

When the brightly colored and fragrant soft glutinous rice with three dishes and one soup was served, Nan Qiaoan smiled deeply. His smile was so gorgeous that it hurt people, and Chu Yao was stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you?" ?”

Nan Qiaoan smiled: "I've changed my mind."

Chu Yao was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the other party said. After getting along with her for the past few days, Chu Yao also realized that Nan Qiao An was a bit evil, and his thoughts often jumped to the point where others couldn't keep up: "What's wrong?"

Nan Qiaoan didn't answer, but just pulled Chu Yao to sit down to eat, and even smiled at Chu Yao, Chu Yao who smiled felt a chill down his spine inexplicably: "Eat first, and then we'll talk after eating."

Chu Yao frowned slightly, and finally sat down to eat obediently. Unlike Zhang Fengfeng, Chu Yao naturally noticed Nan Qiao An's seemingly good-looking but incomparably fast eating speed, he paused with his chopsticks hand, and finally remained silent Eat your own food.

When Nan Qiaoan put down the bowls and chopsticks with some satisfaction, Chu Yao said calmly: "I want to go out for a walk, can I leave the door unlocked?"

Nan Qiaoan's eyes are big and beautiful phoenix eyes. The corners of the eyes are elongated and curved. They usually look sharp and beautiful. When they are slightly squinted, they make people feel evil. When Yao asked, he squinted his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He didn't know if this expression was a smile or something else. In short, when Nan Qiaoan looked at him like this, Chu Yao's hair stood on end out of vigilance. , and even the kind of instinctive warning of danger made Chu Yao have to spend a lot of self-control to restrain his urge to attack.

Seeing the rigidity and defense in Chu Yao's beautiful glass-like eyes, Nan Qiaoan smiled suddenly: "Of course, I don't want to lock you up, but I'm just worried that it's not safe for you to be alone in the house after going out."

Chu Yao's expression also calmed down, and he accepted Nan Qiaoan's explanation: "It's not good for me to disturb you here all the time. Although I can't remember the past, my body has recovered now, and I will go out in two days. Get a job."

"Work." Nan Qiao An looked at Chu Yao and smiled, "No need, just stay by my side, and call me brother."

There was no expression on Chu Yao's face, but his eyes became obviously cold. He glanced at Nan Qiao'an without saying a word, and finally lowered his head and ate the rice in his bowl without saying anything.

After eating, Nan Qiaoan washed the dishes, and Chu Yao was already sitting on the wicker chair on the balcony outside.

When Nan Qiaoan found Chu Yao, Chu Yao was too embarrassed to escape and didn't bring anything with him. He lived in Nan Qiaoan's place, and because he was injured and couldn't get good care, he was very thin and thin. The pajamas that Nan Qiaoan prepared looked weak and pale.

In addition, being locked up in the house by Nan Qiaoan for three days, without TV, Internet, or computer, Chu Yao's brows were so boring that there was more melancholy and tranquility. Will associate this sickly handsome man with that strong and calm President Chu.

Nan Qiaoan naturally didn't know what the image of Chu Yao was before, and he was not interested in knowing. For Nan Qiaoan, Chu Yao was the spoils he brought back and belonged to his personal belongings.

The opinions of private property are naturally out of the owner's consideration.

Chu Yao looked at the scenery outside the balcony. Nan Qiao'an lived in a relatively good community, and the greening was done very well. The house was on the 20th floor, and he could see a blue sky outside when he looked up. I like to sit on the balcony and watch the scenery, and I don't know what is the meaning of looking at the blue sky and white clouds all day long. Maybe Chu Yao just looks at the scenery and thinks about things.

Nan Qiaoan walked to the balcony, saw Chu Yao sitting silently, he naturally put his hands on Chu Yao's shoulders, and said softly, "Bored?"

Chu Yao frowned and glanced at Nan Qiaoan without saying a word.

He was born with a different type from Nan Qiaoan. If Nan Qiaoan was a gorgeous and gloomy poppy, reminiscent of bloody death, it was a sharp and aggressive beauty.

Then Chu Yao is stern and handsome, a very tasteful man, his whole person exudes the taste of a strong business elite, with black sword eyebrows, deep eyebrows, straight nose bridge, and sexy thin lips.

People can imagine that he is wearing a suit, buttoning it meticulously to the neck, wearing an expensive mechanical watch on his wrist, pursing his sexy thin lips, sitting at the table with deep and sharp eyes, and lightly making one by one to make his opponent tremble. He made a decision, while the people next to him held their breath and listened to his strong decisions one after another. They could not refute them, but obeyed tremblingly.

Chu Yao didn't want to talk, but Nan Qiaoan was very interested in his belongings, or, since he snatched the spoils from two ants in the dark alley that day, Nan Qiaoan's attention was temporarily attracted by Chu Yao gone.

I don't know whether this is luck or misfortune for Chu Yao, but at least the world is safe for the time being.

Nan Qiaoan leaned close to Chu Yao's ear and whispered: "What are you thinking, Xiao Chu, tell me if you have any concerns, and the unhappy brother will help you solve it."

Chu Yao sideways turned his face away from Nan Qiao An, his cold eyes remained unmoved, making it impossible to see his real thoughts.

Nan Qiaoan didn't feel embarrassed at all. He smiled, and hugged Chu Yao directly. Chu Yao's face changed suddenly. It wasn't until this moment that he got a little emotional, and angrily scolded: "Nan Qiaoan, what are you doing?"

"Brother." Nan Qiaoan chuckled.

Chu Yao's complexion changed again and again, and finally gritted his teeth with a black face and squeezed out a word: "Brother."

"Well." Nan Qiaoan responded: "Didn't you just say that you wanted to go out, brother took you out to play, so that you would not always be unhappy at home."

Seeing that Nan Qiao An was about to walk outside, Chu Yao's expression changed, and finally he turned his face to the side without looking at Nan Qiao An, and said in a muffled voice, "Brother, I want to go by myself and change a piece of clothes. "

Nan Qiaoan smiled, and put Chu Yao on the bed. Chu Yao waited for a long time without seeing Nan Qiaoan go out, he hesitated for a while, Nan Qiaoan asked strangely: "Didn't you want to change clothes and go out, what's wrong?"

Chu Yao opened his mouth, and finally turned his back and gently took off his pajamas.

Chu Yao's figure is very good, not the thin white strip like a white chicken, but broad shoulders and narrow back, slender waist and long legs, small and straight buttocks, and a thin layer of muscles covering the limbs and abdomen. It looks smooth, vigorous and full of explosive power. It can be said to be the most standard body type for Asian men.

It's just that she has lost a lot of weight during this time, and the flesh on her body has shrunk a lot, so Nan Qiaoan's shirt is still a little tight when she wears it on Chu Yao's body.

Fortunately, after losing weight, it can barely fit in, but it only outlines Chu Yao's figure more clearly.

Under Nan Qiaoan's gaze, Chu Yao put on his clothes as quickly as possible. Seeing that Nan Qiaoan wanted to come over to hug him, Chu Yao firmly refused, and finally chose to be helped out by Nan Qiaoan.

Nan Qiaoan just spread his hands over this, saying that he was really only thinking about Chu Yao's physical problems, after all, he was still recovering from a serious illness.

Coincidentally, after taking Chu Yao out, Zhang Fengfeng also called. He asked Nan Qiaoan if he had really thought about it, and if he was sure that he wanted to cooperate in making this movie. Nan Qiaoan naturally responded with a smile.

Glancing at Chu Yao's eyes next to him, Nan Qiaoan smiled and said, "I forgot to say, your brother and I are actors, and I'm still the kind rejected by the entertainment circle, ah, don't worry, although I was blocked by a company that doesn't have eyes, But how should I put it, with my strength, there are people begging to come to let me act like this, so today I will take you to have a look and see how I got to the top, why don't you worship me too much."

After finishing this sentence with Chu Yao with a hint of teasing and teasing, Chu Yao looked at him with a mentally retarded look. Nan Qiaoan didn't care and just smiled. It happened that Zhang Fengfeng was driving him at this time. The car is here.

Although Zhang Fengfeng said that he only wanted to realize his dream and he didn't have much money, it can be seen that Zhang Fengfeng's family background is good. No matter what, ordinary writers who pursue their dreams don't have the space in the film and television city, and it is impossible to drive a car worth million cars.

The author has something to say: I want to start a post-apocalyptic article when I introduce the background of the boss's survival.

The boss didn't lie, what he told Chu Yao was true, the door was locked because he was worried that someone would steal or kill the loot while he was away, after all, the boss had such a psychological shadow.

And the boss doesn't think there's any point in looking at his belongings to change clothes, after all, it's his possessions.

Tell me, do you have any thoughts, hehe.

And seek the psychological shadow area of ​​Director Chu.