Baiyueguang professional account

In the original book, the protagonist Gong is a rare personality, and being as cunning as a fox is just a common description. If you have to say it, he is purely shrewd, centered on his own interests, and everything else can be discarded.

To put it bluntly, he was a little selfish.But in a situation like the end of the world, selfishness is regarded by the bystanders as a kind of smart and carefree, self-centered situation, it is easy to make a decision if there are some twists and turns in the plot, and it will let the bystanders see The cool kind.

After all, when the four words "Shuangwen at the end of the world" are put there, people have the urge to click in.

There is a small chain on the anti-theft door. As long as An Mo does not open it, strangers outside will not be able to break in.

Looking at the strange man whose figure and condition obviously did not match the protagonist of the original novel, An Mo was silent for a few seconds, sizing him up and down with a pair of clear eyes.

He was wearing a camouflage uniform and a pair of black military boots on his feet. He was very handsome.It's just that the camouflage uniform is very dirty, and the exposed skin is not clean. Apart from the obvious blood stains, the man's face also has a green color. It looks like he ran out of some actual combat exercise base like.

An Mo was hesitant to let him in.

In order not to make his inner concerns too obvious, An Mo asked a few questions first.

"Has the outside fallen?"

The man's Adam's apple moved, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

"How did you get up here?"

"walk the stair."

"How do you know there are people on the twelfth floor?"

"I, every floor, knock on the door."

An Mo narrowed his eyes.

This person is so strange, he still pauses while speaking, his breath is like a gossamer, as if he would faint anytime and anywhere.

After a pause for a few seconds, An Mo let out a breath and said, "Are you really not injured? You smell very bloody."

And on that muscular forearm, there was a particularly deep dark red streak, as if it had been bitten into flesh and blood.

The next second, in front of him, the man suddenly started to undress neatly.

An Mo:? ? ?

[Holy shit, host, close your eyes quickly! 】

The man didn't wear much clothes. Inside the camouflage jacket was a tight-fitting black vest, which highlighted his six-pack abs and two strong muscles in his chest. Just by looking at his upper body, he could see that there must be a huge amount of energy in his body. At least physically...

An Mo swallowed subconsciously, but the man didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with what he did, and even felt that he was not sincere enough, so he took off his vest neatly.

Unhindered by his eyes touching this enviable figure, An Mo took a deep breath, and when he saw the man's big hand covering his belt ready to unbutton it, he shouted: "Stop!"

The man paused and looked at An Mo expressionlessly, his eyes full of puzzlement.

[Host woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.s 】

The system's acid words overflowed his brain, An Mo calmed down his rapid heartbeat, closed his eyes, and said, "You don't need to take it off anymore, I know you are not injured."

The man pursed his lips, put down his hands, and looked straight at An Mo without speaking.

In this regard, An Mo couldn't refuse him. Although the soldier seemed to be out of his mind, but seeing that the other party was so upright and his clothes were about to faint from hunger, An Mo's heart softened. He raised his hand to unchain him, and asked After sliding the wheelchair, he opened the door by the way.

"Come in." He said softly, "You have to take a shower first."

After An Mo finished speaking, the man walked in.He looked around for a week, and finally stopped on An Mo's lap for a moment.

"The car accident was not bitten," An Mo said.

The man's eyes flickered, and he nodded his head, looking extremely stiff.

He didn't speak, and there was no expression on his face, like a robot.After entering, he stood at the door in a daze, staring at An Mo, as if An Mo had to give orders for what to do next.

"Uh..." An Mo thought about serving him a bowl of noodles, but if the other party's gaze was substantial, it would be hard to ignore, so An Mo thought for a moment, and then called him into the bathroom.

"Take a shower." An Mo said, "You have an earthy smell on your body, and it's not good to keep those blood stains on. Just put your clothes in the washing machine..." After a pause, he subconsciously Q: "Do you know how to use a washing machine?"

For some reason, he had the illusion that this man couldn't take care of himself.

Hearing his words, the man finally moved his eyes away from his face, stared at the washing machine for a few seconds, and nodded.

"You can do things like showers, right?" An Mo looked around, "The counters on the second floor are full of toiletries, such as shampoo, facial cleanser, body wash..."

After a brief explanation, An Mo went out worriedly. After closing the door, he stared at the bathroom door suspiciously for a while, feeling that something was wrong with the scene just now.

Did he contain an adult in the apocalypse?Why does it feel like picking up a child back...

Get busy in the kitchen. Because of his legs, some commonly used kitchen utensils are placed in the cabinet below, which makes it easy for An Mo to move around.

After quickly making a bowl of noodles, An Mo turned around and saw a naked man standing at the door of the kitchen. An Mo couldn't help staring.

【Ah ah ah ah ah! 】

This time, I really don't have to wear an inch, so I don't need to take it off.

For 10 minutes, An Mo frowned and looked at the dressed man on the sofa with a serious expression.

Although he looked angry, his reddish ears expressed a different emotion.

An Mo's big T-shirt looked a lot thinner on the man's body, especially the shoulders and chest, which collapsed tightly.The man didn't seem to know what he did wrong. He stared down at the bowl of noodles on the table, not daring to move.

If you wait any longer, the noodles will be dry.An Mo took a deep breath, and felt that it would be better not to get angry with him at this time, so he said, "Eat noodles, if you don't have enough, tell me, and I'll make you some more."

It's not the time to flee yet, it's best to eat food that needs to be cooked every meal, and it's best to stay on the road to eat the leftover ready-to-eat.

The man raised his eyes and stared straight at him: "You eat."

"I won't eat." An Mo said, "I'm not hungry, I just made it for you, eat."

The man hesitated for a while, picked up the bowl, and ate quickly.

While he was eating noodles, An Mo observed him more closely.

The man is very handsome, he is as handsome as a tough guy.The skin is not so white, and the muscles are very attractive.His hair should be long, not very stylish, but has a messy handsome look.

The posture of holding chopsticks when he eats is very standard, even more standard than some non-standard adults.Whether sitting or standing, every part of my body collapsed very straight, as if my body had formed a habit.The action of eating is very fast, and I finished a large bowl of noodles in less than 5 minutes, and even drank the soup.

An Mo stared at him in a daze as he walked into the kitchen familiarly. After washing the dishes and chopsticks, he just entered the disinfection dryer.

This set of movements is smooth and smooth, and I know all kinds of tools like the palm of my hand. I don't want people with brain problems at all...

Then why did you come out without even wearing any clothes just now!

After dinner, people sat down in the apartment. An Mo sat on the opposite side of the sofa in a wheelchair, looking at the man.

"what's your name?"

"..."

The man didn't speak, and looked autistic again.An Mo paused, and then asked, "Why did you come here? Are you from the military?"

The man still didn't speak.

Later, An Mo asked a few more basic questions, at least to find out the origin of the other party, but he didn't answer them.

Gradually, he began to lose patience.

"If you don't say anything, I'll give you some food and you can leave." An Mo turned the wheelchair and slid towards the bedroom.

Just after moving a short distance, I heard the man making a small sound.

"Wait……"

An Mo stopped and stared sideways at him.

The man's protruding Adam's apple moved up and down, as if he was hesitating. After a while, his voice was extremely low, and he said in a deep voice, "I forgot."

There is no ups and downs in every word spoken, even as if it is contained in the mouth.

If it weren't for his very magnetic voice, which was highly recognizable, An Mo would most likely not be able to hear what he was muttering.

He talked about his situation intermittently. An Mo finally concluded that he was a special soldier sent by the military to support him. He was attacked on the way. After waking up, he was near this area and couldn't remember his name. , covered in blood all over.He only remembered what he was here for, but when the entire army was wiped out, his sense of survival prevailed. After killing a few zombies, he was so hungry that he forced his consciousness to enter this community.

In his words, the reason for climbing the building is that it has the most lights on from the outside.

However, one door after another knocked down, and no one on the first nine floors was willing to give him something to eat.

In the end, only An Mo, who was waiting for the protagonist to attack, opened the door, let him take a bath, and gave him something to eat.

An Mo looked at the tall man with a complicated expression. He looked like a big wolf dog that had been abandoned all the time, so pitiful.

"So you don't remember your name?" An Mo asked softly.

In order to explain, the man stood next to him. He should be over 1.9 meters tall. An Mo had to look up to see him, so he beckoned, and the man squatted down beside his wheelchair.

Looking into those dark eyes, An Mohu curled his lips, chuckled, and said, "Then let me give you a name, temporarily."

The man's sexy thin lips moved, but he didn't make a sound, but An Mo could see that he was saying 'yes'.

"Hmm..." An Mo dragged on, carefully looking at his eyebrows, "How is Xin Lang? Hardworking Xin, bright Lang."

The man nodded without even asking why.

An Mo wanted to keep him. If the other party wanted, the two of them might be able to travel together.

After all, he is a passerby with little role, and after he separated from the protagonist Gong, he didn't really think about the hard life of crawling among the corpses in the original book.

It is better to have a strong and healthy man by his side to help him all the time than to survive alone with full of blood.

An Mo let Xin Lang sleep on the sofa, while he went back to the room, climbed onto the bed skillfully, and lay down under the quilt.

[Host, why did you name him this, it sounds like a groom, I don't like it! 】

Since seeing Xin Lang's body, the system has disappeared for a long time, which is more useful than An Mo blocking it.Now it popped up again, and the little Tsundere in the words was vividly reflected.

[It's very simple. ]

[He climbed up the stairs very hard, the whole person looks as dangerous as a wolf...]

[Most importantly, I now want to domesticate him as my own 'big dog'. ]

An Mo really just used whatever circumstances he could think of at the time to name him.

The last words were his own.

This night was destined to be an angry night for the system.

In his sleep, An Mo seemed to see Xin Lang's naked body again, and the other party was shaking big Lang Lang, step by step overtaking him, feeling full of oppression.

In the living room, the man looked at everything in the darkness, and there seemed to be thousands of colors hidden in his dark eyes like ink.After his rebirth, his hearing, sense of smell, and vision not only did not disappear, but were even more powerful than in his previous life.

Thinking of the tragic ending of the last life, and the behavior of his teammates cold-bloodedly pushing him out to take the place of the dead ghost when he was lost in the shopping mall after his rebirth, when the zombies crowded in, Xin Lang's eyes flashed a sinister red light.

He can't bear it anymore, no one can remind him of his ethics as a human being.

Suddenly, a faint moan came from the bedroom.

He moved his ears and listened intently.

"Um……"

"Xin Lang."

The man's heart twitched, and a sense of helplessness seemed to flash in his deep eyes.

The next second—

"Get your big baby out of my body..."

Xin Lang: ...

What kind of dream is this?

In the early morning of the next day, An Mo got up from the bed with a grim expression.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he did have a erotic dream in the first half of last night.Xin Lang in the dream was very strong, and An Mo used all kinds of whistles to order the dog to stop him, but it was useless, and he was "killed on the spot" in the end.

Sliding the wheelchair out of the bedroom, he saw the straight back of the man on the sofa at a glance.

As long as you are not embarrassed, others are the ones who are embarrassed. An Mo took the initiative to say hello, "Good morning, Xin Lang."

Hearing the voice, the man quickly turned his head and stared at him, "Morning."

An Mo smiled, as long as he could hear the response, otherwise he really had to 'train' the other party.

An Mo's work and rest schedule is normal. It's past six o'clock in the morning. He quickly made breakfast, cooked a pot of porridge, and made a cold salad with vegetables in the refrigerator.

After finishing, he invited Xin Lang to eat.

Hearing his voice, Xin Lang acted without any hesitation.

During the meal, An Mo pretended to be casual and asked, "What are your plans next?"

Xin Lang looked at him inexplicably and shook his head.

"If you don't have any ideas, would you like to form a team with me?" An Mo said with a smile, "Since you knocked on my door and I opened it, it means that we are destined to be together." You know the situation outside, before the rescue arrives, we can help each other, and we can be regarded as a companion..."

While talking, observing the man's reaction, just as An Mo guessed, Xin Lang didn't show any expression, but after he finished speaking, he said "Hello" slightly solemnly.

The team is successful!

[Is this not abducting a mentally handicapped child? 】

[......]

The system is very hostile to Xin Lang!

With Xin Lang around, no matter how much An Mo did, the other party would be able to act with a CD.

His stomach seemed to be a bottomless pit. Obviously, the amount of food and vegetables this morning was a little too much. An Mo was going to put it in the refrigerator when he couldn't eat it. He took it out and warmed it up at noon, but Xin Lang ate it all. There are still obvious muscles everywhere, and it doesn't look like it's full.

An Mo began to suspect that he had found a big eater as a companion.

"Just stay at home these few days. There is plenty of food, and there are not too few daily necessities. But your clothes..."

The camouflage uniform on his body has been cleaned, except for the large T-shirt that An Mo likes to wear when he sleeps, Xin Lang can't wear the rest of the clothes.

After a pause, An Mo sighed quietly.

"Let's go out once you get a chance. I'll prepare some clothes for you to change." In the early days of the zombie outbreak, there was still some time for everyone to collect supplies. Afterwards, when the zombies really wandered around the ground, it was too late.

Although he didn't know when the protagonist Gong would come, An Mo was not prepared to give up his life just to guard the other party.Naturally, the more supplies in the last days, the better. An Mo doesn't intend to sit and eat, but he will leave here after finishing the original story. No matter how many things he has, it will be difficult to move them all.

Having nothing to do that afternoon, An Mo planned to take Xin Lang to a men's clothing store near the apartment.The elevator was still working normally, but An Mo didn't dare to use it. After all, the sound of the rope sliding up and down was not too loud. If it attracted the zombies hidden in the building, then he would really "deliver the goods to your door".

"Or you go by yourself?"

Standing at the stairs, An Mo said hesitantly, "Can you remember the door? I'll wait for you at home."

Xin Lang stared at him, bent down suddenly, picked him up with one hand, and dragged his buttocks firmly with one arm. Cover your mouth with your hand.

"You are crazy!"

After saying that, Xin Lang folded the wheelchair with his other hand and clamped it with one hand.

An Mo: "..."

What kind of strange man are you?

An Mo is not particularly short, 1.7 meters eight, just a little short of 1.8 meters.But in front of the 1.9-meter Xin Lang, he was hugged like a child. In order to maintain his balance, An Mo had to wrap his arms around his neck.

"This is not good, please let me down."

The man didn't speak, and started to step his legs directly. He went downstairs very quickly. Before An Mo could react, they were already on the seventh floor.

Holding An Mo in one hand and holding the folded wheelchair in the other, An Mo was stunned by Xin Lang's strange strength, unable to recover for a long time.

By the time he was put back on the wheelchair, they were already standing outside the apartment, there was mess everywhere, and the faint roar of zombies brought by the breeze.

Xin Lang stood beside him, looking down at him, as if waiting for the next instruction.

"Exit the gate of the community and go south." An Mo said softly, "Be careful, if you see a zombie, stop immediately and don't move at all."

Although Xin Lang is very strong, there is no need to go head-to-head with a group of mindless zombies.

Being pushed towards the outside, An Mo suddenly realized that he could use a wheelchair, so why did Xin Lang push him away?

Unknowingly being brought into the rhythm, An Mo frowned angrily, and said in a low voice, "If you are in danger, you can't leave me and run away."

After a few seconds of silence, the man responded hoarsely: "Yes."

The answer was so obedient, An Mo felt a little embarrassed, "If it's really a crisis and you can't save me, just run away."

"Do not."

"..."

It's not about listening to whatever is said.

It was undeniable that An Mo was a little happier.

There was no one on the street, and the ruins and ruins. In just a few days, this area seemed to be an empty city.

But in fact, there are still many survivors at this time, and most of them are hiding in buildings, waiting for rescue.

The surrounding area was desolate, the sun was blocked by dark clouds, the weather was not good, it seemed that it was going to rain.

This was not a good sign, and if it rained, his wheelchair would make a gurgling sound when moving in the water.

"Let's go and come back quickly."

Xin Lang pushed him to several stores, and some of the doors were locked. Obviously, when the zombies attacked, the boss still had time to lock the doors.The other shops that were not locked were almost emptied, except for some clothes that were trampled on the ground and were full of shoe prints, which showed how urgent the situation was at that time.

"If it really doesn't work, we can only break down the door." An Mo smiled sheepishly, "You need clothes and shoes."

Without saying anything, Xin Lang pushed him to a safe place, then picked up a thick enough stick from the ground, walked to a shop, raised his hand and smashed the glass door fiercely.

With a crisp sound, An Mo felt a bad premonition.

"Quick, we'll go after we get our things—"

Before the words were finished, a low growl came from a small alley not far away. An Mo looked over and saw two zombies striding out, rushing straight in their direction.

After walking all this way, he didn't see any zombies. An Mo thought that there were relatively few zombies in this area, but two suddenly appeared, which really made him feel nervous.

If he died here so early, let alone the mission, he didn't even see the protagonist attacking him!

[System, this world is so difficult, can I have a chance to be resurrected? ]

[No, beautiful host. 】

[… I apply once. ]

[There is no such statement, the host, you might as well find that ab muscle monster to help you. 】

An Mo: ...

How eccentric this system is speaking!

The zombies were close at hand, and An Mo clenched the sharp knife in his hand, preparing to take one away before he died, and then committed suicide by poking his brain before transforming.

At this moment, the two zombies rushing side by side sandwiched him tacitly and passed him.

An Mo was stunned for a moment, and quickly looked back. The two zombies rushed towards Xin Lang aggressively, while Xin Lang took the wooden stick and killed a small zombie with one stick.

What happened just now?Could it be...

After they are attracted by the sound, don't they care about other sounds next to them?

Just now An Mo didn't hold his breath on purpose at all. He even turned the wheelchair a few times, preparing to die in a more comfortable position, but the zombies completely ignored him.

He looked blankly at Xin Lang who was running over in a hurry, and let the other party get close to him, sniffing around his body.

After a while, An Mo pushed away his head resting on his neck.

"what are you doing?"

Xin Lang stared at him with scorching eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled into a seemingly invisible arc.

"Not hurt."

he said hoarsely.

The author has something to say: System: He took advantage of you! ! ! !

An Mo: Don't talk nonsense, they are checking my injuries.

Xin Lang: Well, the injury test.

System: ... both of you are fools, lock them up.