The doomsday boss comes from a mental hospital!

Shen Fangyuan prepared a big meal, and tried his best to cheer himself up, but in the end, those footsteps approached and then moved away, and they left straight away.

Shen Fangyuan: "..."

He held his forehead covered with cold sweat and slowly let out a sigh of relief.

Meng Busan was already eating the meat in the can with a spoon.

Shen Fangyuan stared blankly at Meng Busan.

Meng Busan: "There should be food here, go find something to eat, let's take a rest and reserve energy."

Only then did Shen Fangyuan realize that the third brother's current body is that of a child, and it must be difficult for him to be able to perform the previous series of actions, so he should make up for it.

He rummaged through the tent and found two more cans and a bag of compressed biscuits.

He didn't eat any of them, but brought these things to Meng Busan.

Shen Fangyuan: "I can also use my skills to give you barbecue, third brother, so you can eat more."

Meng Busan picked up a can and threw it into Shen Fangyuan's arms, "Shut up and eat."

Shen Fangyuan pursed her mouth, and hugged the can happily in the next second.

It was given by the third brother, he was reluctant to eat it.

Meng Busan shook off the quilt on the bed, surrounded himself, and closed his eyes majestically to prepare for sleep.

Shen Fangyuan: "..."

This, this is too bold!

Meng Busan closed his eyes, buried his mouth in the quilt, and said in a muffled voice: "Don't worry, nothing will happen. There is no one living in this tent at all. Look how much dust has fallen on it."

Shen Fangyuan: "No one lives there? Why is there no one living in such a big barracks?"

Meng Busan chuckled, "Probably all of them are dead."

Shen Fangyuan froze.

Meng Busan: "Anyway, it's not their own son, and they don't feel bad about it."

Shen Fangyuan: "Third Brother, have you found a way to find Brother Tang and Sister Xiaomeng?"

Meng Busan let out an "huh hum".

Shen Fangyuan: "Then...then how should we complete the task?"

Meng Busan: "Hulu—hulu—"

Shen Fangyuan: "..."

Brother, I'm not so stupid that I can't see that you are pretending to sleep!

……

By the time Meng Busan woke up, it was already noon.

Meng Busan drank a glass of fine wine produced in Shen Fangyuan's "Jiuchi Meat Forest" and ate another piece of barbecue before tidying up his clothes casually.

Shen Fangyuan took a look and grabbed Meng Busan's wrist.

Meng Busan glanced at him.

Shen Fangyuan, who had always loved and respected Meng Busan, refused to let go. He stared at Meng Busan's arm, his voice trembling slightly, "This...what's going on?"

Meng Busan glanced casually, and said with a smile, "What is this, it's just a little allergic."

It's more than an allergy!

Shen Fangyuan's lips trembled slightly.

He saw that the third brother's arms were red and densely packed with bumps. Some of these bumps were scratched, and it looked like it was painful.

Shen Fangyuan said in pain: "Third brother, when did this happen?"

Meng Busan gave a "tsk", and said with a look of disgust: "This body is weaker than my original sick body, and it won't work if it is exposed to the sun a little."

"However, the main reason is not because of the sun, but because of..."

Meng Busan lowered his eyes and laughed, "Probably because of air allergies?"

Shen Fangyuan looked distressed, "In this case... Brother San, you must be in so much pain."

Meng Busan raised his head, with a bright smile on his face, "No, I'm fine, besides, what's this little injury, it's just a skin injury."

Shen Fangyuan: "Could it be that you have experienced more pain!"

His expression became more complicated.

But Meng Busan didn't know what he thought of, stared at the ceiling in a daze, and ignored him.

Shen Fangyuan rolled up his sleeves carefully, and saw scratches on his skin.

Meng Busan suddenly grabbed his hand with his backhand.

Shen Fangyuan was dumbfounded.

Meng Busan rolled up his sleeves three times and five times.

His skin was also a little red.

Only then did Shen Fangyuan notice, "Could it be that the sun is drying people here? No way, it doesn't feel like this."

Meng Busan snorted softly, "What's more important is that you didn't expose this place to the outside world."

Shen Fangyuan nodded.

Meng Busan stared at his arm, "It's not about the lighting, it's about..."

He looked to the left and right, sniffed hard, and let out a coughing sound.

Shen Fangyuan quickly patted him on the back.

Meng Busan covered his mouth and nose, and said lightly: "I found that my body was too fragile when I came to this world. When I breathed, my nose and throat hurt. I thought it was a physical problem, but it turned out to be from this world. What's wrong."

Shen Fangyuan: "..."

Isn't it that it's not me who is wrong, but this world!

No, that's not the point!

Shen Fangyuan's eyes widened, and he said in surprise, "You have been feeling unwell."

He raised his hand and hit his head hard, "Damn it, I didn't notice it at all."

Meng Busan rolled to and fro on the bed, and said casually: "It's not your fault, I don't want people to know when I'm in pain, so no one will want to know."

Shen Fangyuan: "Yes, but, why! Third brother, you can tell me!"

Meng Busan stopped his movements, smiled at him with eyebrows and eyes bent, looking very bright, however, what he said made Shen Fangyuan cry in his heart.

"Say? What's the use of talking? This pain can't be reduced by a single point, but it has increased tears and noise."

Meng Busan closed his eyes and smiled, but his face was pale.

"Although it's nice to be cared about, I don't necessarily need it."

"I've known for a long time that in the final analysis, life can only be done by one person."

"Others are just passing through."

Shen Fangyuan's whole heart seemed to be soaked in a sauerkraut jar, his heart was wrinkled and sore.

"Third brother..."

"Hey, are you kidding me, do I look like someone who always thinks about these philosophical ideas?"

Meng Busan blinked at Shen Fangyuan in a dazed manner, "I think I know why this is only a small-scale conflict and war, but this place is classified as the reason for the end of the world."

The topic changed so quickly that Shen Fangyuan hadn't recovered yet.

"Oh, why... No, no, third brother, don't lead me astray, I am obviously more concerned about your body."

Meng Busan: "What?"

Shen Fangyuan: "I said, I care more about you!"

As soon as the words came out, Shen Fangyuan's face flushed red.

Meng Busan looked at him with a smile, "Yes, yes, you are already an active tool man."

Shen Fangyuan was about to be laughed out of anger.

"Third brother, I'm not stupid, so stop talking about him."

Meng Busan smiled, "By the way, don't you think this place is strange?"

Meng Busan: "This is clearly a world destroyed by war, a city built on the ruins."

Shen Fangyuan looked confused.

Meng Busan explained slowly: "I mean, the doomsday caused by the war is buried under the war."

"Hiding the truth of the end with new and controlled warfare."

Shen Fangyuan: "Brother, third brother, third brother, I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand."

Meng Busan: "In general, it's just one sentence."

Shen Fangyuan's eyes widened and he listened carefully.

Notice!Little Sunflower's third brother's class is starting again!

Meng Busan rubbed his arms, and said lightly: "There are ghosts in this world, people here play tricks, let's go to ghosts."

Shen Fangyuan: "..."

This, what is this!

Meng Busan stroked Shen Fangyuan's head, "Let's go, find our teammates first."

"They must be here, and the commotion at the door just now must have attracted their attention. I think the two of them must be waiting silently nearby."

Only then did Shen Fangyuan understand what the third brother was doing playing with the doorman and then sleeping here.

Co-authoring him is waiting for work!

Absolutely!

This is called—since you can’t find them, let them come and find me.