I'm in love with the reborn doomsday boss

Qin Doutian is like a cicada exhausted in autumn, with a loud and clear voice, but can't make a sound.

Thunder bursts.

Qin Doutian tightly covered his mouth, and the almost mournful cry was pressed into his throat, swallowed into his stomach, and digested.

He opened his mouth again, and announced loudly to all the soldiers——

"The zombie king is dead!"

The raindrops became larger and denser.

The zombies that have lost control of their heads have long been like a mess. They can only fight with their instincts. If they win, they will win in numbers.

The continuation of the war is doomed to a sharp decrease in the number of zombies.

"Kill all the zombies—" I don't know who yelled the slogan first, the humans in the battle became more and more brave.

……

When Song Miluo woke up, his abilities had been replenished, and his level had broken through to level [-].

He seemed to be prepared, Qin Doutian who was listening told him everything.

Then he ruthlessly killed the group of zombies.

Little Broad Bean is like a bloodthirsty fighting machine, relentlessly hunting down zombies.

Without the leader, the eleventh-level zombies are in charge of politics, those who are ready to flee, those who want to escape but can't escape, and those who escape and are caught and killed.

Zombies are like headless chickens.

Song Miluo, who had been promoted to level [-], stood among the zombies, like a god of death, and the little broad bean was like a harvesting scythe in his hand. He stood in the middle of the smelly corpses without sadness or joy. Make every pore uncomfortable.

But any zombie that approaches him will be torn in half.

Both Xiong Hu and Jiang Du were almost accidentally injured by Little Broad Bean.

"Be careful." Jiang Du fell on the sand while avoiding the attack of the little broad bean, rubbing a red mark on his cheek.

He approached Song Miluo, a little startled.

"What's wrong with you?" This look is very similar to Song Miluo in the fifth year of the last world.

The joys and sorrows of the world have nothing to do with him.

"Is it... Yuan Xingche!" Jiang Du knew it would be a waste of time to ask him, so he went mad and ran to Qin Doutian.

……

Outside the Xingyue base, the day the zombies were slaughtered, news spread throughout China.

The clearing of the battlefield begins, and the survivors start to deal with the corpses of zombies and the corpses of survivors respectively.

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Du grabbed Song Miluo's arm.

Wen Lianggong could only take advantage of this time to apply some healing powers to Song Miluo, otherwise he might die in the ice and snow due to physical exhaustion.

Song Miluo hadn't closed his eyes or eaten for two days. All he needed to survive was provided by the plant-type ability that the little broad bean forcibly gave him.

After a few days, Song Miluo's complexion was pale, his lips were peeled, and he wobbled and faltered when he walked.

I don't know if it's because there are too many ice-type supernatural beings, but the heavy snow has been falling for two days in a row.

The advantage is that the freezing blocks the smell of the corpse, which makes the cleaning work much easier.

Shaking off Jiang Du's hand, Song Miluo was still walking forward, Jiang Du went to pull him again, but he threw him over his shoulder and threw him on the ground.

"Song Miluo!" Jiang Du's back hurt from the fall, and he raised his head to meet Song Miluo's bloodshot eyes, Song Miluo was resentful.

He walked forward, to the rear of the battlefield, to the southwest, where Yuan Xingche blew himself up.

Cleaning up the battlefield was too trivial, and everyone hadn't had time to collect Yuan Xingche's body.

Jiang Du got up from the ground and rubbed the painful place on his body.

"Say it first, you have to apologize to me when you come back, you have to come back." Jiang Du said, many people came to help Jiang Du, but he pushed them away, "If you have time to take care of me, why don't you go and see him."

Frost and snow cover the earth.

Song Miluo didn't have any strength in his body, he just raised his legs mechanically, he walked forward, and his foot sank into the snow, he didn't have the strength to control his body, but the snow was ankle-deep, tripping him on the ground on the ground.

He lay on the snow, crawled twice and didn't get up, so he just lay on the ground.

The snow was still falling, and it soon covered Song Miluo.

Under the snow layer, a crystal nucleus of the healing system that has reached a perfect level is stuck to the flesh and blood under the ice layer.

The flesh and blood are constantly splitting, the bones are regenerated, and the flesh, meridians, blood vessels, and blood are attached.

Yuan Xingche knew that his consciousness was wrapped in a crystal nucleus, and this crystal nucleus had a steady stream of nurturing power.

There is also a crystal nucleus, which controls a small grass on the ground, constantly strangles the bugs in the grass, and he is reborn inch by inch in the cold snow.

When the auditory nerve was repaired, he hadn't grown his ears yet, but through the snow, he heard footsteps and the sound of a person falling in the snow.

With a plop, it must have fallen into the snow. The man was still struggling, but he didn't stand up.

Yuan Xingche's supernatural crystal core of the healing system returned to his brain.

In the cold, Yuan Xingche had a dream. The ice field was covered with small white flowers. He fell into the wind and snow and saw Song Miluo walking in despair.

Song Mira!

No, he has to walk out of the ice and snow, not fall down, he has to go to Song Miluo's side, Song Miluo shouldn't be mourning like that, Song Miluo is here to pick him up, to take him home.Thinking of this name, Yuan Xingche moved his fingers, his upper eyelid moved, he opened his eyes, and he exhaled his first breath.

In his dream, Song Miluo hugged his dead body...

Yuan Xingche knew.

In his last life, he came to a small city-state from the city alone, and met Song Miluo.

At that time, Song Miluo had a bookish look and a glamorous appearance.

Yuan Xingche just took a second look, and Zang Hongai helped send him here.

Song Miluo thought that he hid unwillingness very well. Yuan Xingche saw it and thought it was a memorial arch, but he didn't expect that Zang Hongai was also corrupted by the way of robbery in the last days. He was an accomplice, Song Miluo What a victim.

Afterwards, the relationship between the two had been unclear, but Song Miluo could see it clearly, they sold everything, and they had to ask Yuan Xingche for a good price.

It wasn't until Song Miluo obtained the plant-type supernatural power by accident, and when the supernatural power was upgraded to level five, the supernatural fruit was born.

Yuan Xingche saw his value, and the relationship between the two became deformed.

The physical intimacy was much less, Yuan Xingche began to teach Song Miluo to use a gun and teach Song Miluo to fight, so that Song Miluo could rely on his own ability to support himself.

Song Miluo's supernatural ability is too weird, Yuan Xingche has done everything to cover Song Miluo's identity as a lover, let alone be afraid of other people's nonsense.

The turning point came when the news that Song Miluo could artificially produce supernatural fruits spread, and the two were hunted down.

Yuan Xingche responded all the time. The brothers in the early years wanted to help, but they were all blocked by zombies in their own base, unable to take care of themselves.

In the end Yuan Xingche died and Song Miluo disappeared.

The sad dreams reappeared in the past one by one, Yuan Xingche opened his eyes and got up from the snow.

Not far from him, a person with a cold and blue body was buried in the snow.

That's Song Mira...

Yuan Xingche's control of the body was not accurate enough, he couldn't stand up, and crawled towards Song Miluo with hands and feet, and he hugged Song Miluo's body.

"What's wrong with you?" Yuan Xingche felt that his body had been frozen, and Yuan Xingche was flustered. He couldn't feel Song Miluo's breathing, and couldn't hear Song Miluo's heartbeat.

"You're scaring me, you're taking revenge on me, taking revenge on me for leaving you?" Yuan Xingche pressed Song Miluo's face to the aorta of his neck, and the healing power was continuously input into Song Miluo's body.

"You can't be here, I won't let you succeed." Yuan Xingche hugged Song Miluo in a panic. He wanted to stand up, but he knelt on the ground twice.

"Song Miluo, Song Miluo!" Yuan Xingche called his name, as if he could draw strength, he tried to stand up, staggered, and finally stood up with Yuan Xingche in his arms.

As he walked forward, he saw shadowy people tidying up the battlefield on the vast snowy ground.

"I was wrong, you should be angry..." Yuan Xingche said.

His newborn flesh and bones were tender and bruised from the cold, and when he knelt on the ground just now, he was dripping with blood.

……

If he didn't see Song Miluo in the blink of an eye, he couldn't find anyone. Jiang Du was anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

"Is that so!"

A black spot staggered towards the snow field.

"Whether he is or not, go and see first!" Several people rushed away.

When the person was found, Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo were like two corpses, lying motionless on the snow.

"Come quickly! Qin Doutian is a bastard who spread false news, Wen Lianggong! Save people! Save people!"

Jiang Du took off Xiong Hu's coat and covered the two popsicles.

A few people carried Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo back, and they found it again, and the entire Xingyue base rejoiced as if they had won a lottery.

……

Under the warm blanket, Song Miluo was awakened by Yuan Xingche's kiss.

Yuan Xingche was like a clingy pet dog, clinging to Song Miluo's body, dawdling.

Song Miluo, whose consciousness was loose, indulged in the comfortable and familiar feeling, unwilling to open his eyes.

Yuan Xingche was still wearing a sinful body, and he didn't tell Song Miluo when he woke up. He kissed him from the cheek to the back of the ear, and Song Miluo was very afraid that others would touch him.

It's just that the face-to-face torture wasn't enough, Yuan Xingche's hand had already reached into his pajamas.

Yuan Xingche froze for a moment as Song Miluo grabbed the hand that was too aggressive.

The lips next to the ears were wet, and the taste was slightly salty.

"Why are you crying?" Yuan Xingche hugged Song Miluo tightly.

Song Miluo's cheeks were slightly thinner, in order to restrain his crying, he lightly bit his lips.

"I'm not messing around, so don't cry first." Yuan Xingche withdrew his hand, tidied up his messed up pajamas, and after it was perfectly stitched, tentatively hugged Song Miluo's back.

"Are you still angry?" Yuan Xingche asked, but there was no reply.

"Do you want to hit me, scold me?" Yuan Xingche asked again.

His silence was so frightening.

It's too pitiful to hold back your voice and cry like this.

"I was wrong. I said that I would be with you in everything, but I lied to you and did everything I could to lie to you."

"But I kept my promise desperately, can you take a look at me."

The tear-wet eyelashes moved.

Moist eyes looked over.

Only then did Yuan Xingche realize that he had made a big mistake. How could he be willing to abandon Song Miluo like this and let him live alone in this world.

"You are finally willing to look at me." Yuan Xingche said, rubbing against Song Miluo a little aggrieved, not disgusted to see him, and simply stuck to him, sticking tightly, unwilling to separate.

Song Miluo asked: "Did you already know that you are fine?"

Yuan Xingche had already made one mistake, and he didn't dare to make a second mistake, so he could only truthfully say: "No, it was the twelfth-level supernatural crystal nucleus that automatically resurrected me."

Saying that, Yuan Xingche took Song Miluo's hand to his abdomen.

"There used to be a scar here, but the newborn body didn't have it." Not only was there no scar, but the skin of the newborn body was delicate, and Song Miluo couldn't help touching it a little more.

"Slippery or not..." Yuan Xingche squinted at him.

Song Miluo didn't speak.

"Why are you so preoccupied?" Yuan Xingche pinched his face to let him look at his own, Song Miluo's cheeks were slightly red...

"Down there, isn't it also a new growth?"

Even if Yuan Xingche was beaten to death, he would never have imagined that the longest sentence Song Miluo said to him after waking up was actually this.

"Touch it." Yuan Xingche said.

"If you don't touch it, you can't finish the calculation even if you admit your mistake. I'm not angry enough yet." Song Miluo got up from the bed and changed his clothes.

The base is back to normal.

The hall of public opinion was noisy.

"Little boss? When will you resume work? The prices of fruits across the country have increased."

Someone greeted me warmly.

Yuan Xingche followed, the temperature was a bit low today, he brought a thin coat for Song Miluo.

"Are you hungry? Want to eat something? The hot pot restaurant that you said you wanted to eat last time has reopened. Shall we go?"

"I go by my own."

"Eat hot pot alone?"

"I'm looking for Jiang Du to accompany me."

"Jiang Du went to kill the zombies."

"I'm looking for Lin Buer."

"Lin Bu'er went to Jizhong Base to participate in the Guzheng Competition, Dai Ma went to count the crystal nuclei outside the city, Xiong Hu went to take care of Jiang Du, Zang Hongai presided over the overall situation, who else is here?"

"I can't find anyone but you, right?"

Yuan Xingche nodded and took his hand.

Acquainted people on the roadside and street vendors greeted each other one by one.

Yuan Xingche led Song Miluo and walked forward together, the steps were very slow, and the time slowed down.

The author has something to say: Sisters!sisters!That's it!The text is finished!

Next, there will be more special episodes, which are about daily life, the direction of human development, and see you in the comment section for any extra episodes you want to see. I will do my best to satisfy you little goblins who are annoying.

I've been focusing more on romance lately. If it's going fast and the romance is about to end, I'll start to focus on the next article in mid-August, "His Interest in Seeing Sex". It's a sweet article on campus, and it's going to be slow... I update [-] words a day, which can be stable. Model players, why are you so slow!I am fierce!

If you like it, save it and wait for me, I will not release the copywriting.

Kiss everyone!

It’s a bit disappointing to say that I’ve finished two books, and the grades are all about the same, but compared with the previous one, I’m much more satisfied with this one, and I’ve exported everything I could, without any regrets.

Fated, see you next time.