[End Times] The Road to Blood Painted

He wiped the blood from his face, turned his head away, and just wanted to express his gratitude to Yuan Ting, when he saw him walk by him with a cold face, and lightly said: "It was too dangerous like that just now, don't do it in the future." Self-restraint."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the back of the car, the rear door was already opened, he took out some food, closed the door heavily, and said to Ling Su: "Go up."

Ling Su was a little embarrassed by his attitude. Regardless of the pile of blood on his body, he quickly walked a few steps to keep up, and laughed at himself: "I'm really old and useless, and I was almost forced to death by this guy. Fortunately, you came down , how did you come down, have a telepathy with me, know that I will be in danger?"

Yuan Ting, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, turned his head suddenly, stared at Ling Su with his eyes like hooks, and said coldly: "Next time, you may not have such good luck. In the situation just now, As long as you are caught by it, you will be finished. At that time, I will send you a bullet to let you end the pain early. "

Ling Su found that when Yuan Ting said those words, there was a bit of pain in his eyes, like a wounded beast, and he was competing with himself.

With a thought, he stuck to him, stretched out his hand suddenly, pulled him into his arms, stroked the back of his head gently, and said in a soft and gentle voice, "I'm sorry, I was wrong just now, I shouldn't be hard Fight hard, at least you should bring a gun on your body. It won’t happen in the future, don’t worry, I will take care of myself.”

Yuan Ting suddenly felt a little tired, as if the string in his mind had been stretched, and suddenly broke.He hadn't leaned on others for a long time, so he took a break.All along, he has been relied on by others, and countless people have followed him, charged into battle with him, and fought with their lives.

They put their lives in his hands, and he must be responsible for those lives.He will always put the heaviest pressure on himself, and under this pressure, put aside all distracting thoughts, just to move forward.

Now, in front of this man named Ling Su, he seems to have suddenly realized his inner fragility.This man who just met yesterday seemed to see through his mind at a glance.

However, his fragility was only for a moment, and lasted no more than three seconds.It wasn't long after Ling Su finished that nasty sentence when he felt a heavy punch in the stomach.

He looked down, only to see Yuan Terror's fist pressed against his lower abdomen, and the veins on the back of his hand protruded.It can be felt that he used a lot of force in this punch, which almost broke his internal organs.

Then, Yuan Ting took a step back expressionlessly, and said coldly: "Come on, change your clothes after eating."

Then, he turned and left, his body stretched straight, like a string that had been stretched taut again.Ling Su looked at his back, rubbed his nose mockingly, followed quickly, and asked, "Brother, do you have any clothes to borrow? I didn't bring anything."

"No." Yuan Ting refused straight away, with no room for change.

6. Brother...

In the end, Yuan Ting didn't even lend Ling Su clothes.Because, he also has no clean clothes.Driving all the way here from Switzerland, he didn't bring a few clothes with him. Moreover, in the previous fight with the zombies, many of them were stained with blood, which was similar to the one on Ling Su.

Therefore, Ling Su could only take off her clothes, walk around shirtless, wash the blood-stained clothes in the bathroom in the corridor, and then hang them in the office where Yuan Ting was staying, waiting for it to naturally Air dry.

He didn't seem to mind that he didn't have any clothes to wear, and he didn't feel embarrassed when his upper body was naked. He talked and joked with Yuan Tie naturally, and smoked one cigarette after another until he finished the half pack of Winston.

In the room, there was always a choking smell of smoke, which made Yuan Ting feel a little uncomfortable.What made him even more upset was that Ling Su didn't seem to care about his shirtless image at all, and even showed it a little deliberately.

Although I have to admit that Ling Su's muscular body is quite beautiful.There are no large and protruding muscles, and the whole body is well-proportioned and slender, with a bony and powerful appearance. It can be seen at a glance that under every inch of his skin, there is a solid strength hidden.

His complexion is not as white as that of Nordic people, but has the color of a typical oriental yellow race.And he seemed to have sunbathed on purpose, although his face was still fair, the skin on his body had a light bronze color, and the tight skin seemed to have been carefully tailored, without any excess.

If you just look at his beautiful face, it seems hard to imagine that he would have such a figure.His face is a man's beauty, different from a woman's delicacy, that sexy and charming taste, just like opening a bottle of fine red wine, it will rush straight to the tip of his nose.

Ling Su's beauty is so aggressive that people can't forget it once they see it. It seems that no matter how low-key it is deliberately hidden, it can't be ignored.

In contrast, Yuan Terror's face hidden under the long bangs is much more low-key.Sometimes, when he stood there silently and lowered his head slightly, he really suddenly became very non-existent, as if he was a dispensable person.

But once he woke up, raised his head, and looked at someone with those fierce and powerful eyes, he could never be forgotten.The people he looked at with that kind of gaze all said in unison that when that kind of gaze was nailed to people, it seemed as if they were going to dig a big hole out of their bodies.

In order to get rid of Ling Su's half-naked body, Yuan Ting frantically flipped through the materials.He really doesn't have much time, and he can't spend it here for a long time. There is really no need to waste too much time on this man surnamed Ling.Who knows if they will become rivals in a few days.Or, it is possible to never see each other again.

After Ling Su finished smoking, she was bored, so she started to move things from the bookshelf, and kindly suggested: "What are you looking for, I'll help you, the two of you should hurry up."

"no need."

"You also want to get out of this ghostly place quickly. Although this world is dilapidated, there are still places that are happier than here."

Yuan Ting thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, help me find a man named Malcom Yuen, a man."

"Surname Yuan?" Ling Su was still sitting on the corner of the desk as before, quickly flipping through the materials in his hand, and asked casually, "Is this person related to you?"

"Yes."

"Your father?"

"No, my brother."

"Oh." Ling Su's voice was very calm, without a trace of waves, as if he was not surprised that Yuan Ting traveled thousands of miles to find his younger brother in such a deserted city.He scrolled down page after page, skipping over large sections of unnecessary material, picking only the names.Then, he asked again, "What's his Chinese name?"

Yuan Ting paused, as if thinking about whether to tell him, but in the end, he uttered two words: "Yuan Jing."

"Heh." Ling Su couldn't help laughing, and that smile was a bit presumptuous, "You two brothers have interesting names. One is scary, and the other likes to fight. Is there something wrong with your relationship?"

A wave flashed in Yuan Ting's eyes, but soon faded away, and he just said softly: "No, we have a very good relationship."

After that, none of them spoke, each of them quietly flipped through the documents in their hands, leaving only the sound of staggered and undulating paper shaking.Ling Su's light-colored shirt was always hanging on top of their heads, reflecting the sunlight from the window, making the entire cold hospital look warmer.

All afternoon, the two of them remained in this position, barely moving.In addition to occasionally going to get the materials on the bookshelf.

Ling Su's physique is quite good. Although the weather outside is still hot, the inside of the hospital is very cold. I don't know if it's because of people dying for many years, or it was specially designed when it was built.In short, when Yuan Ting first came in yesterday, his body in a thick coat couldn't help shivering.

But Ling Su spent the whole afternoon in such an environment.His back is very straight, even without the support of the back of the chair, he is used to straightening his back.A whole piece of smooth and solid back muscles is exposed, extending from the shoulders to the muscle lines on the waistline, all in one go, just like a skilled painter, using the tip of a pen to draw randomly on the drawing paper, with refined strokes and smooth lines.

Sometimes when Yuan Ting gets up to get new materials, it is inevitable that his body will be swept.He tried his best to pretend not to notice it, pretending that he didn't see it at all, or that he just saw a pile of meat.

The sky was getting dark gradually, and the light in the room was becoming less and less enough, Ling Su pushed the documents aside, put his hands on the table, jumped down, and said, "I'm going to get the lamp, it's too dark. By the way, are you hungry, do you want to have dinner?"

"Thank you, I don't need it for now." Yuan Ting replied without raising his head, and when Ling Su walked to the door, he added, "If you are hungry, eat first."

Ling Su smiled slightly, said nothing, turned around and went out, bringing several emergency lights over.He said he found it at the hospital, and he would leave in a few days anyway, so there was no need to save it, so he simply lit up all of them at once, and it was easier to read the information.

Yuan Ting let him be busy all the time, and suddenly heard him sneezed, and couldn't help raising his head, the same message was written in his eyes: deserve it!

Ling Su raised her hand, rubbed her index finger under her nose, turned around to touch the shirt, it was still half-dry, then went around to the side of Yuan Terror, suddenly stretched out her hand, and grabbed the shirt.