Rebirth of the doomsday lord Qinglong

When Long Chongyu said that he should take good care of Yin Jue, it seemed that he really started to treat Yin Jue well, no matter when he was talking or feeding...

Yes, hey, Long Chongyu never knew that his Dragon Lord was so capricious, he wouldn't eat if he didn't want to eat.

Yin Jue didn't have any appetite because he absorbed a lot of spiritual energy, and it was useless to eat anyway, so he planned to save food a few more times.

There are stir-fried green lettuce, curry beef, and stewed eggs on the plate. It is very simple, but apart from them, which family would dare to eat so extravagantly during such a special period? He had to be busy, the doors and windows of the house should be strengthened, and the power lines and other things should be checked one by one, but he still spared time to make lunch for Yin Jue, just in case he would be hungry.

But who knows that Yin Jue doesn't appreciate it at all.

At first, Long Chongyu reasoned with Yin Jue very gently, but then he frowned and said coldly, "No."

Yin Jue said: "It's all right, I'll give you all to eat."

Long Chongyu said: "I can't eat that much, half of it is yours, you must finish it."

It was rare for Yin Jue to be willing to talk more, probably because he was in better spirits, and he said eloquently, "I am Dragon Lord, so I don't need to eat these whole grains."

"Don't fool me." Long Chongyu frowned even tighter, and retorted: "I know that your real body is a dragon, but the habits of the human race before the transformation are not too different. I still remember that you used to say that you My favorite food is the sauced beef sold in a stewed vegetable shop on the shore, there is no sauce at home today, so I will make it for you next time."

Yin Jue fell silent immediately, and said calmly for a while, "So you still remember."

Long Chongyu knew that Yin Jue would never forget it, although they were unwilling to mention it, because they were really happy at first, but later they reached the point where they drew their swords...

Long Chongyu grabbed Yin Jue's wrist, which was not as soft as a woman's, with well-defined joints, slender and beautiful, "Have you always been so thin?"

Yin Jue glanced at him strangely, "What do you want to say?"

They have been blank for too long, 500 years of pain, coupled with never intimate contact, this makes the communication between the two seem to be separated by a layer of film.If you ask Long Chongyu if he likes Lord Long?He would definitely say that he likes it, but he has liked it for so long, but he only took a good look at Yin Jue's face when he was about to be killed by Zhu Xian.

And it is clear that when they exchanged notes together, the Yin Jue outlined by Long Chongyu in his heart should be warm and cheerful, but unlike now, Yin Jue's complexion is always pale, and his eyes are as cold as a deep pool of water , he was reticent and no longer happy.

Long Chongyu never dared to ask Yin Jue, did that sword hurt you a lot?How did you get hurt?Where have you been these 500 years?Why can't he find...

Long Chongyu suppressed his churning thoughts, held a chopstick of curry beef near Yin Jue's mouth and said, "Try this, it's also delicious."

Yin Jue sniffed it suspiciously and said, "It's weird." Having said that, he still took a bite with the chopsticks, and after chewing for a while, his eyes lit up immediately.

Long Chongyu smiled, he likes to watch Yin Jue eat, his cheeks are puffed up, his serious expression seems to be completing a solemn event.

The time spent together like this was once dreamed of.

After the attack of zombies last night, the present world is already in chaos. They live some distance from the city. Looking from the window to the street, there are several mutilated corpses lying on the ground, but they haven't seen the police until now. There are only two possibilities for any action, either the situation in other places is more serious, or even the organization has suffered.

However, Long Chongyu prefers the former, and the government should be able to suppress it for a while.

Overnight, many people seem to be infected with a strange disease. Seven or eight hours later, they will develop symptoms such as photophobia, erythema on the face, brutality and homicide, and their vital signs will disappear within a short period of time. A flexible zombie, but it is not the same as in the movie. They are obviously more honest during the day, either hiding in dark and humid places, or curled up stiffly in the sun. In contrast, their bodies at night Mobility has almost doubled.

Long Chongyu turned on the computer, because it was only the initial stage of the outbreak, so there was no problem with the Internet for the time being.

Now the internet started to yell like crazy about the coming of the end, and some people even took pictures of the sun-burned monster downstairs and posted them on Weibo, with hundreds of thousands of reposts.

There are still many people trapped at home, and there are a few zombies guarding outside the door. They send out distress messages, hoping that someone can help them.

In a few days, even surfing the Internet will become a luxury dream.

Although Long Chongyu has retrieved the memories of more than 500 years, after all, his values ​​have changed greatly in this life. Many things that were extremely important to him in the past are now being destroyed, which undoubtedly makes him very tormented .

The other Long Chongyu is becoming more and more like a demon, and he is becoming more and more like a human, which is really troublesome.

And Yin Jue, after struggling with a whole pot of beef, went to bed with a swollen stomach and took a nap, with a calm face, as if he didn't pay much attention to what happened outside.

Long Chongyu's eyebrows stretched a little, but fortunately, Yin Jue was with him, and he still had meaning to fight for.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, it will be too late if I don't work anymore.

When it was getting dark outside, Yin Jue walked to the door slowly and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Install one more door." Long Chongyu put down the tools in his hand, saw Yin Jue was holding a picture book of common sense about children's life, and asked with a smile, "How long have you been awake?"

"For a while." Yin Jue walked a little closer, and carefully looked at the protective door that had just been installed. It was not the one with peepholes, but the one with a guardrail on the upper half of the hollow.

"Is this useful?" After Yin Jue finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed the railing and shook it vigorously, only to hear a click at the seam.

Yin Jue: "..."

Long Chongyu: "..."

Yin Jue was in a bad mood, and immediately turned expressionless, his eyes glanced away.

What a saboteur, Long Chongyu wrapped his arms around Yin Jue's waist in a dumbfounding way, and said, "Of course it's not very useful to us, but it's enough to stop ordinary zombies."

Yin Jue asked in a daze, "Zombie?"

Long Chongyu nodded. In order to prevent Yin Jue from being too helpful, he took out the computer, propped up a small mushroom stool and a portable table in the living room, just facing the door, and opened the movie "Resident Evil" while talking to Yin Jue said, "Come and have a look, I'll fix the door when I'm done."

Yin Jue sat down with his legs back expressionless, and said coldly, "I'm not waiting for you."

Long Chongyu covered his cold hands for him, and smiled softly: "Okay."

Yin Jue didn't speak.

It was already pitch black outside the window, and the cloud had been pressing on the blurry moon after nightfall. Fortunately, the lights on the street were bright enough, and there were occasional vehicles passing by, but the pedestrians were almost invisible, and I could vaguely hear where they were. There were a few more exclamations.

The movie was about to reach its climax, and Yin Jue glanced at Long Chongyu's busy figure, and his eyes converged on the screen again.

There was a small red paint bucket at Long Chongyu's feet, something was mixed in it, and the thick liquid revealed a strange crimson color.

Yin Jue covered his nose, paused with a cold face, and went to the door to see what Long Chongyu was up to, and why there was always a stench of wronged souls wafting in for a long time.

The food of the demons is very mixed. Some like to suck human souls, but some have unique tastes. They like to catch the souls and seal them in jars, and add some medicinal herbs and wine and other "ingredients" to make a seven-seven 49 God or something... It is said that the soul marinated in this way is the most delicious.

Long Chongyu was holding a slender brush in his hand to write and draw on the door. From time to time, he lowered his head and dipped the tip of the brush into a bowl of red liquid that had been diluted with water.

Yin Jue stopped two or three steps away from him, "What is that?"

Long Chongyu cast a gloomy look at him, and licked the corner of his mouth with some unknown meaning, "You don't know?"

Yin Jue's face immediately changed.

Long Chongyu saw the disgusted expression on Yin Jue's face. Although it was fleeting, he still felt annoyed for a while, so he said coldly, "Don't worry, I won't eat this rubbish."

Yin Jue was stunned for a moment, suddenly at a loss, bowed his head and fell silent, he didn't know why Long Chongyu was suddenly angry, obviously he was talking to him with a smile before.

Long Chongyu stopped writing, stared at Yin Jue coldly, turned and entered the living room.

Yin Jue no longer talks to him, the taciturn Yin Jue only likes him in the daytime, only this part of him is superfluous.No matter how gentle he pretends to be, he can't change his nature after all. If he doesn't pay attention, he can't restrain himself from wanting to speak ill, sarcasm, and slander. Looking at Yin Jue's pale face, besides being distressed, he will also have a sadistic desire .

He wants to see Yin Jue no longer looks cold, he wants to see Yin Jue crying and begging for mercy in his arms, he wants to see him...