Doomsday tour

"This dress is so strange, why are there so many buttons?"

"Shut up and wear it!"

"Are these obscene pants? Why are they triangular? They're so tight...can I not wear them?"

"No, put it on!"

"what is this?"

"zipper."

"Oh... oops, I accidentally pulled it and broke it, it's too weak."

"..."

"Forget it, don't pull it."

"...Then you have to put on your underwear too! Who are you going to show me while walking the bird!"

"Bird? I don't have a bird."

"...!!!"

With a broken face, Rong Zijie squatted on the ground with his head in his arms. Zuo Qingyan looked down at his decadent figure and asked softly, "Are you feeling inferior?"

"Huh?" Rong Zijie looked up at him in confusion.

Zuo Qingyan smiled very strangely: "Size or something."

"..."

Naturally, Rong Zijie wouldn't bother with him about this. He couldn't take off his pants to prove to him that the size of aliens and the size of the earth are not a matter of concept, but Zuo Qingyan's smile is quite... Impulse in his face.

Seeing that Rong Zijie was silent, Zuo Qingyan smiled even more complacently, and even blinked at Rong Zijie with an expression of "I understand that you don't need to explain".

Rong Zijie's fingers kept shaking nervously, trying to restrain his urge to push this guy down to the ground and beat him up.

"Okay, just cut your hair after you change your clothes. You don't think it's troublesome if it's so long." Rong Zijie calmed down and took out the scissors and cut it twice.

Now it's Zuo Qingyan's turn to hug his head: "No, no, no, your parents are in charge of your body."

"Look at who has hair as long as yours now, cut it!"

"Bai Xiaofei is so long, my master is so long, and the whole Sanxiu Valley is so long." Zuo Qingyan covered his hair tightly and refused to let it be cut.

"If your long hair is caught by zombies and dragged away, no one will be able to save you."

"If it dares to drag me, I dare to bite it!"

"If you don't cut it, you won't eat." Rong Zijie threatened lightly.

A look of struggle appeared on Zuo Qingyan's face.

"Don't even think about canned pork."

Zuo Qingyan already showed grief on his face.

"I cut it for you to eat at night."

Zuo Qingyan snatched the scissors from Rong Zijie's hand and cut off a large portion of his long black hair with two clicks.

"Forget it, I don't even know who my parents are. They have passed away for more than 400 years. In order to better integrate into this environment, I'd better do as the Romans do." Zuo Qingyan babbled while cutting his hair. Hush to comfort myself.

Rong Zijie shook his head and sighed, this guy obviously doesn't need to eat, but why is his mouth so greedy.

I was puzzled, but Rong Zijie still kept his promise, and made two big bowls of beef noodles with reference to the existing materials and recipes. Although the seasoning was scarce, the noodles with clear soup and little water had not eaten noodles for Zuo Qingyan in 200 years. Still very tempting for a guy.

"Boss, have another bowl!" Zuo Qingyan swished up the noodles in the big bowl with ferocious eating and lightning speed, not even letting go of the soup.

Rong Zijie looked at the empty bowl he handed over with complicated eyes, hesitated for a while and decided to reject the request of this guy with a stomach like a black hole.

"As far as I know, a cultivator won't be full if he eats as much as he wants, and you don't need to eat, just a little bit is enough to satisfy your cravings."

"It's a mistake, you have to practice bigu before you can replace the whole grains with the aura of heaven and earth, but now there is so little aura of heaven and earth...you understand." Zuo Qingyan opened his eyes and spoke nonsense without blinking.No matter how little the aura is, it is still more than enough to meet his most basic needs. Rong Zijie guessed right, he was just greedy, and began to cheat instinctively for food. In this regard, he is much better than zombies. Zombies Can only bite, and he can lie.

Rong Zijie didn't know much about cultivators, so he was easily deceived.

After getting Rong Zijie's share of noodles, Zuo Qingyan was a little ashamed, but when he saw him calmly conjure up a tube of what looked like ointment and squeezed it into his mouth, he immediately howled: "Rong Zijie Jie, you are not kind, I want to eat too!"

Rong Zijie sneered, "Are you sure?"

Zuo Qingyan nodded like pounding garlic.

So he got a tube of "toothpaste" and tasted it...

Phew, what the hell? !

"This is something from my hometown. It is usually used to replenish energy when the food is exhausted during the 'long journey'. The taste is not very good, but it is very filling." Rong Zijie explained.Once when he was jumping in space, the machine broke down, and the transmission position deviated, and he was thrown into a strange galaxy with the spaceship. The worst thing was that the time-space gate was broken. A whole year after the distress signal was sent, he He was rescued only after he was rescued. If he hadn't brought enough of this bad-tasting energy food, he would have starved to death somewhere in the universe.

Therefore, an interstellar adventurer is also a high-risk occupation, with risks and benefits coexisting.

Zuo Qingyan, who couldn't grab food, had no choice but to pick up the noodles he snatched from Rong Zijie, and ate them carefully.

The noodles are still delicious.

It's getting dark, and now the power system has collapsed across the board, and small generators are only for the upper class. Zuo Qingyan has no idea about electric lights, even if he has an oil lamp now, he won't find it strange. Unfortunately, oil is a scarce product now. Not to mention cooking oil, even fuel oil is extremely scarce. Except for desert settlements where there are oil fields that can exploit a large amount of fuel oil due to minerals, other settlements can hardly obtain fuel oil.

If it weren't for the fact that the corpse oil of the zombies might contain viruses, someone might have already made a decision from the zombies.

Fortunately, the darkness had no effect on the two of them, and they sat by the window after dinner.

Suddenly there were patrolling people on the sparsely populated street. Rong Zijie thought for a while and said, "Tonight is a full moon. Martial law may be imposed. The corpse hunters in the camp should also guard against zombies together."

Zuo Qingyan was not very interested, probably because he had just had his hair cut, and he was always pulling at his short black hair with a look of pity.

To be honest, Rong Zijie's haircutting skills are very bad. Zuo Qingyan's hair was cut into long and short. Fortunately, he has a straight face and weird hairstyle. Now the streets are full of hungry people and Zombies who can never get enough to eat, everyone has no idea about hairstyles.

"If you pull it again, you will lose the rest of your hair." Rong Zijie reminded.

Zuo Qingyan fiddled with his hair in silence, expressing the most sincere protest with silence.

"What on earth do you want? You cut it off." Rong Zijie asked helplessly.

Zuo Qingyan raised his head resentfully and said, "Now only food can comfort my wounded heart."

"..."

After a long time, this guy is trying to blackmail him.

Just when I wanted to reason, I heard a scream from the street outside: "The zombies are coming!"

The two were stunned for a moment, and the next second, one took a gun and the other entered the room to loot. Rong Zijie grabbed the guy who was running towards the storage room with black lines all over his face and shouted: "When is it so late, you still want to eat?!"

"It's shameful to waste!" Zuo Qingyan slapped Rong Zijie's hand off and rushed into the storage room, swept away all the food in it, and stuffed it all into the Qiankun bag.

Rong Zijie touched the pendant of the Gate of Time and Space on his chest, wondering if he should tell this guy that he has space props.It is also a two-in-one combination of the space-time gate for coming and going to the parent star and the space props for storing things.

"Let's go, don't panic if you have food in your hands." Zuo Qingyan, who was in a good mood after sweeping, said cheerfully to Rong Zijie who was standing at the door, with a calm and relaxed look.

Rong Zijie's face was uncertain, and he finally sighed, took out his microcomputer, put on his sunglasses, and began to track the situation around the camp.

It didn't take long for him to close the computer with a gloomy face.

"Let's go, I'm afraid the Snow Mountain camp can't be defended anymore."