I'm in love with the reborn doomsday boss

When Yuan Xingche was on duty, he had killed many assassins and mercenaries, and he was famous in underworld organizations all over the world, but as long as he stayed in Huaxia, he was safe.

Many of the top killers of the killer groups of international organizations have no nationality and have criminal records, so they can't even enter the border of China.

A certain organization spent [-] million U.S. dollars around the world to offer a bounty on Yuan Xingche's life, and that bounty has not been released until now.

The top killers are all rebellious and will tear each other's crotch when they see each other, but these people have agreed on a safe word, only three Chinese characters - Yuan Xingche.

Yuan Xingche was on vacation recently, and Yuan Xingche was having a good time, but it didn't mean he had let down his vigilance.

"My name is Song Miluo, do you remember?" said the young man.

"Do I know you?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"It's not important." Song Miluo shook his head, as if it really wasn't that important.

"What's important then?"

"The important thing is that you live, and so do I."

Yuan Xingche laughed and wanted to laugh: "It's as if I've died before."

"I have experienced your death." Song Miluo said, his expression was very serious, not joking at all, and there was even a little sadness in his tone.

"Can you make up something more bizarre? How did you say these lies?" Yuan Xingche asked.

Song Miluo didn't speak, the two confronted each other.

Song Miluo suddenly stretched out his index finger, and a green bud popped out from the fingertip. The green bud grew and turned into a green vine. The vine became lignified, grew leaves, and buds. There are a few pink and tender peach blossoms.

He pushed the flower branches into Yuan Xingche's arms, and they were pushed in together with the fragrance of peach blossoms wrapped in the cold night wind.

"Is this kind of weird?" Song Miluo asked.

As midnight approached, the wind became colder, and Song Miluo wore very little, so the extra flower branches out of thin air could not be the magic tricks he hid on his body.

Seemingly aware of Yuan Xingche's doubts, Song Miluo said, "This is a supernatural power."

"Supernatural power..." Yuan Xingche was sober, but what he was encountering was psychedelic.

"In three days, the zombie virus will break out in full force. You saw the biting woman today. Do you think she looks like rabies?"

People with rabies don't bite.

Yuan Xingche heard from his subordinates that it was very difficult to subdue that woman, she didn't seem to feel the pain, even though her arm was broken, she still opened her mouth, intending to bite the people around her.

Not just biting, but biting, the sick woman would also swallow the torn blood and flesh into her stomach.

"Are they more like the zombies in movies? They are tireless and long for the flesh and blood of living people. They move a little slower during the day, but because they don't feel pain, they still pose a great threat to humans. Night is their hunting time. Ordinary people Encountering hordes of zombies, there is no possibility of survival."

Song Miluo said that the way he spoke was so firm that anyone would believe that he was not scaremongering. He seemed to be telling a story about his own experience, which was true and credible, without adulteration.

"In three days' time, the full-scale outbreak of the virus means...does many humans become that kind of walking dead?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"Yes." Song Miluo said.

"The whole society..." Yuan Xingche looked around, neon lights were flashing, traffic was busy, and people on the side of the road were laughing and cursing as usual.

Song Miluo said: "Modern society is falling apart, zombies are rampant, and the surviving human gatherings are scattered all over China. For hope and survival, watch and help each other."

Yuan Xingche asked, "Human beings are so united, so how did I die, did I die at the hands of zombies?"

"It's not that honorable. In order to cover up a villain, you offended all mankind. In the film and television works, you should be the villain of a certain movie in the series of the last days." A trace of disdain flashed across Song Miluo's expression. People get along with each other for a long time, and they will learn each other's demeanor and movements, and Song Miluo's defiance of everything is really too similar to Yuan Xingche.

Yuan Xingche guessed that the villain was Song Miluo.

"But you are not a good person. In the third year of the last days, when someone mentions Yuan Xingche to his face, he will respectfully call him the emperor of the last days. Behind his back, he means a tyrant, a human cancer, a top villain..."

Song Miluo clapped his fingers, talking about others' scornful names for Yuan Xingche like a few treasures, his small mouth moved, lively and lively.

"how about you?"

Song Miluo hooked his eyes to Yuan Xingche: "In the eyes of outsiders, I may be the demon queen who makes trouble for the tyrant's pillow."

Why does it sound like the two still have an affair.Yuan Xingche looked at Song Miluo's face.

If one day he has the power to do whatever he wants, like Song Miluo, he will really eat it up.

But Song Miluo looked like someone who would be flattened and rounded by him at will, obedient and clever, and would seduce people from time to time.

But he was still not sure about the depth of the ability in Song Miluo's hand.

"Then we..." Yuan Xingche hesitated to speak, he looked at the demon queen's low-cut vest and shorts.

"Don't... don't get me wrong, I just use your name to do things conveniently, at least before you die, people think I am a dodder attached to you, weak and unable to handle things."

What do others think?Yuan Xingche felt that he really looked like a dodder.

With white and tender arms and slender legs, she was delicate and timid when she was still moving, but when she turned her head, she seemed to be a different person, with a wild expression, like an apprentice taught by Yuan Xingche himself.

If the setting of a full-scale outbreak of some kind of virus is not added in three days, someone like Song Miluo can cry three times in one night.

"Then why did you become the demon queen?" Yuan Xingche looked at his face, and thought to himself that this face was enough, and he really asked one more question.

"No reason, two years later, I will be the largest black market fruit wholesaler in China in the last days." Song Miluo said, "Have you brought your ID card?"

Yuan Xingche half-jokingly said: "How can I have a room with you without an ID card?"

"Buy a plane ticket and go back to your hometown." Song Miluo said.

Yuan Xingche's work here had come to an end, but now that Song Miluo told him to go back to his hometown in the middle of the night, he was probably not joking.

"Is it him that Young Master Xu was talking about?" A few menacing men suddenly appeared from the corner of the street, pointing at Yuan Xingche with their mobile phones.

"Look at the photo."

"Don't hold back, just hit to death."

A group of people rushed over and surrounded Yuan Xingche.

There are many people in the night market. It seems that this group of people should be novices, otherwise they would not rush up so recklessly, at least they would find a place with few people.

As they spoke, the group of people took out daggers, iron rods and other objects from their waists.

"How is your fighting skill?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"You taught it yourself."

Yuan Xingche was a little upset, how many things his future self taught him.

Song Miluo came to him now, not because of that future him... What does the future him have to do with him...

Those joyful and grateful eyes of Song Miluo were also looking at the person who died in the future, and Song Miluo was still the demon queen of that person...

Thinking of this, Yuan Xingche became even more unhappy.

It is even more ruthless to attack those who provoke.

Both Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo were unarmed, but Yuan Xingche's fist was strong enough. One punch from him could make the mob's teeth tremble in pain, and they couldn't even hold the weapon in their hands steadily.

Song Miluo was not as strong as Yuan Xingche, but he was flexible in his moves and sensitive in movement. Several people chased and intercepted him, but they didn't touch a hair of him, but he beat him up.

It's just...if Song Miluo has the strength to keep up, all his fights are deadly, the way he really wants to kill people.

His firm intention to kill people even made Yuan Xingche feel that Song Miluo's heart was colder than the mercenary killers he met.

Song Miluo waved his painful hand from beating someone, "How is it?"

Put all your strength on the enemy, make his knuckles red.

"Delicate as a cat." Yuan Xingche didn't want to praise him.

But he can solve these unsightly things by himself, not to mention Song Miluo also helped him.

Looking at the posture, Song Miluo's skills are so interesting, but if he lacks physical strength and can't keep up, it's a bit like a show.

The onlookers on the side of the road were not idle and had already called the police.

Huaxia has made great efforts in cracking down on gangsters, so the incident of fighting with weapons in the street can be said to be a novelty.

When the police arrived, the group of people was sparsely scattered.

Yuan Xingche obeyed the law, and when the police arrived, he went to the police station to complete the record. It was already three or four o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night.

According to the analysis of the confession, these people should be ordered by a person named Xu Shao to beat Yuan Xingche, but he didn't expect Yuan Xingche to be so good at beating, and he could beat a group of people one by one.

Before and after, Song Miluo followed him obediently, very like a dodder, except for his clothes jumping off, he looked very cute.

"Do you want me to go back to my hometown?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"Let's go back." Song Miluo asked, "Did you have a fever? Were you injured by an infected person?"

Yuan Xingche rolled up his sleeve, and there was an inflamed wound on it.

The small wound that was injured for two days has not healed yet, and Yuan Xingche's strong physique is already very rare.

"Now I don't have any fruit, so you have to go back, or you will die." Song Miluo said.

In one night, Yuan Xingche had heard twice that he was going to die, and had fruit twice.

"Okay." The two went to the airport overnight.

Yuan Xingche didn't know why he listened to Song Miluo, but Song Miluo was determined, as if he didn't go back, Song Miluo would press him to go back.

Before going to the airport, Song Miluo went to buy another set of clothes, it was too cold to wear him in the middle of the night.

The original outfit on him was obviously to seduce people, to be more narcissistic, Song Miluo was wearing this outfit to seduce Yuan Xingche.

But Yuan Xingche didn't know what he was planning?

Not long after getting on the plane, Song Miluo fell asleep. When he fell asleep, he would smile softly, very undefended.

Yuan Xingche thought that it would take some time before the plane landed, so he also closed his eyes.

He also had a dream.

In the dream, he couldn't see his own face clearly, he only knew that his face was covered in blood, and he was motionless while being hugged by someone alone.

It was raining, and the blood was smeared on the ground by the rain. The person holding him was very warm and kept calling his name.

"Yuan Xingche..."

"Yuan Xingche, you answer me."

"Yuan Xingche, open your eyes, look, someone is bullying me."

"..."

The plane was a little bumpy when it landed.

"Yuan Xingche."

The voice in the ear is soft.