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The atmosphere between the two was a little strange.

An Mo was sitting in a wheelchair, half a body shorter than them, and looked around. The two men didn't seem to be looking at each other, but neither of them moved, as if they were standing firm.

[White-eyed wolf has a sense of my master having other dogs. 】

The system said something out of the blue, and An Mo raised his eyebrows, thinking it meant something.

Deliberately ignoring the two of them, without even introducing each other kindly, An Mo set his sights on the bulging suitcase.Opening the suitcase, the materials inside collapsed to the ground as if they had been released.

An Mo knew how much this suitcase could hold, but when the suitcase was opened and the contents burst out, An Mo couldn't help being shocked for a moment.

"Where did you find so many things?"

In addition to storable moments and daily necessities, he even got a few bags of snacks.

"Supermarket." Hearing his words, Xin Lang immediately replied, "I only found this."

The production dates of these foods are all new, and it is estimated that they are things in the warehouse of a 24-hour supermarket chain.

"Very powerful." An Mo smiled at Xin Lang who was squatting next to him, stretched out his hand to stroke the top of his hair, it slid down naturally sideways, brushed against his ears, and finally landed on the side of his face, "But next time, don't Made me wait so long."

This time, he didn't think carefully, and he didn't make an appointment before leaving so that he must arrive home. If Siang suddenly appeared in the middle, the waiting time would be even longer.

Xin Lang nodded heavily, squatting tall and burly beside An Mo's legs, An Mo who smiled softly was like that beauty, while his back was like a tamed beast.

Si Ang stood not far away, still holding a self-defense weapon in his hand, but the current situation made him feel ashamed.

Leaving here and escaping the city overnight can relieve the sudden embarrassment in my heart.

"Mr. An." He inexplicably rejected the harmonious atmosphere between the two men, so he took the initiative to break the ambiguous atmosphere, "Why don't you introduce me?"

"Oh." Hearing this, An Mo smiled and said, "This is Xin Lang, my partner." After saying that, he said to Xin Lang, who was full of his shadow, "This is Mr. Si Ang, Temporarily taken in."

Xin Lang's pupils shrank, he stood up suddenly, pushed An Mo's wheelchair, over the supplies on the ground, and sent him into the bedroom.

Then he followed in and slammed the bedroom door shut.

Siang:?

An Mo was also surprised by his actions. After entering the room, he avoided Xin Lang's manipulation helplessly, turned around, and asked, "What are you doing? Is it reasonable to leave the guests outside?"

"He is bad."

Xin Lang had to jump out every word, every word.

An Mo raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's not good." Xin Lang shook his head and frowned, "Let him go."

Childish but stubborn, the other party's stubborn appearance made An Mo laugh out loud, and the hearty laughter spilled over the light-colored lips, warming the cold temperature in the room.

"No, we have to be polite." An Mo blinked and said deliberately, "If you don't want to sleep with him in the living room, you can sleep here."

Xin Lang opened his eyes slightly and opened his lips. Before he could speak, An Mo said to himself, "I can go to sleep in the living room."

Xin Lang: "..."

super unhappy.

In An Mo's apartment, he has the final say on who to keep.Although Xin Lang was very unhappy, he never said anything to tell Si Ang to leave, so that when the last two people came out, Si Ang stood in front of the French window and looked at the two with a half-smile. Xin Lang's brows were cold.

"Have we discussed it?" Si Ang ignored Xin Lang and asked An Mo with a smile.

An Mo nodded, and said, "I discussed it with my partner and decided to let you stay here for one night."

Staying for one night is just a trick. For example, when Si Ang was not about to leave the next day, An Mo didn't show much dissatisfaction.

This pissed off Xin Lang. Although he didn't show any signs of anger, when Si Ang was in the living room, he hid in An Mo's room and didn't sit by the bed. His tall body curled up against the bay window. On the tatami, it looks pitiful and funny.

"What's the matter with you." An Mo smiled and patted his head, rubbing the stiff hair in his hand was very comfortable, "He didn't do anything, you hate him so much, why? Because Did he eat our food?"

Xin Lang didn't speak, but turned to look out the window.

An Mo asked and answered, and he suddenly realized: "Then I understand, I will let him eat the food I hoarded, and then I will hide all the supplies you brought back, and save it for us to eat later, how about it? "

With a puff of anger in his chest, Xin Lang turned his head and stared at An Mo with piercing eyes, as if he wanted to refute something, but he gave up before he even opened his mouth.

Anyway, if you can't talk about An Mo, you might as well stop wasting your tongue.

An Mo successfully blocked his mouth again, curled his lips in satisfaction, and smoothed the hair with his hands more and more gently.

[Host, you are really like raising a big dog.And your character is getting more and more...]

[Um? ]

[It's a bit strong, it feels like a gentle knife.You see he can't even refute you. 】

An Mo thought about it, and thought it made sense.

Xin Lang's current situation is really pitiful. After all, he even gave him the name, and his memory of the past is only sporadic. Looking at his impeccable facial contours, An Mo stretched out his fingers and curled them, scratching him. the bridge of the nose.

"Don't you want to sleep with him in the living room? Let's put the rollaway back on the side."

That's obviously not the point.

The gentle young man spoke softly, paying attention to his thoughts and reactions all the time, but even so, Xin Lang was still unable to speak.

It's not because he doesn't want to say it, but after he was reborn, he couldn't express it as smoothly as before.

In his previous life, he was a special soldier.Their team was wiped out in another support mission, and he was the only one left in the desolate valley. He didn't know how long it took to get out, but it turned out that the human world had changed drastically, and terrible monsters like zombies had become the masters.

No one communicated with him, not even a living person was seen on the way to safety.Until that night, because he was so dirty and smelly, he was blocked by a group of mercenaries as a zombie outside the survival door. The zombies bit his body, and his flesh and blood were swallowed...

Xin Lang thought that he was bound to die, but what he didn't expect was that he became the king of zombies.

The memory of the last life is not very good, even if he is under one person and above ten thousand in the end, even humans with supernatural powers have to respect him three points.

After rebirth, he is still the zombie king, but he has lost too many human habits.

"If you don't say anything, it's your acquiescence." An Mo coaxed him lightly: "Speaking of which, Mr. Si told me that you don't sleep well at night. He woke up several times at night and saw him staring at the ceiling. Is that so?"

Talkative humans.

With a cold face, Xin Lang turned his head away again. This reaction almost admitted the statement.

When An Mo was making breakfast in the morning, Si Ang came in to help, he was living under someone's fence, sleeping on someone else's sofa and eating their food, so he couldn't just do nothing.Every time he leaves the same space with An Mo, he likes to find something to chat with him, because in Si Ang's words, chatting with An Mo is a kind of enjoyment.

In addition to talking about the supplies and the news received from the outside world, Si Ang mentioned Xin Lang.

Although Xin Lang showed his dislike for Si Ang on the surface, after getting along with him in the past few days, Si Ang also found that something was wrong with him, at least he couldn't be judged by the standards of normal people.

"He doesn't seem to sleep at night." Si Ang said, "Could it be because he slept in the living room with me? Probably because he was guarding against me."

An Mo responded, this topic was only mentioned by Si Ang, but it didn't continue at all.

But An Mo kept it in mind.

"You must tell me if you have something to do." An Mo coaxed him softly, because Xin Lang liked this kind of thing: "You always don't say anything, so it's possible that you don't want to form a team with me? Then are you leaving? When are you leaving?" Woolen cloth?"

With a gentle voice, he said the words that touched his heartstrings. Xin Lang leaned over and took An Mo's hand very skillfully. whimpering.

It seemed that An Mo smelled like a tranquilizer.

"Foul." An Mo pushed him helplessly, but did not use force, "I said it before, acting like a baby is a foul."

An Mo said he was acting like a baby, and Xin Lang once refuted it righteously, and two words popped out from his thin lips: No.

But then he always used this method, An Mo had nothing to do, what if it wasn't acting like a baby?

【He is too much, he can act like a baby...】

The system is sour, since this mission world started to work, the system has spent every day in lemons.

Although Xin Lang has been raising Xin Lang as a big dog, An Mo will not deliberately ignore the other party's appeal.It is well known that Xin Lang doesn't like Si Ang, so the way to let him sleep peacefully at night is to give him a space alone.

Since Xin Lang didn't want him to go out to sleep, and didn't want to move the folding bed back to the side, An Mo thought about it, and looked at his two-meter bed to finalize his decision.

"Come and sleep with me." An Mo said to Xin Lang after blocking the system in advance.

Xin Lang was taken aback for a moment, and after a long silence, he silently lowered his head.

"it is good."

A small voice sounded, as if shy.

From that night on, Xin Lang slept with An Mo.

Si Ang was a little shocked when he saw that they packed away the quilts and put a new set of quilts on the folding bed.When he learned that Xin Lang lived in the house with An Mo and gave him the folding bed, a cold expression appeared on the man's face.

"Why did you make such a decision?"

An Mo blinked and said innocently, "Actually, Xin Lang has a little insomnia, and I happen to know a way to treat insomnia."

Talk nonsense with your eyes open.

As smart as Siang, how could he believe this kind of rhetoric, but the current situation is a bit complicated, in this apartment, he really has no right to speak.

So he could only watch Xin Lang, a big fool, glance at him provocatively, and then slam the door of the bedroom.

"Don't close the door so hard in the future."

An Mo's reasonable voice came from inside the room, and the next moment, the bedroom door was opened, Xin Lang stood in the room, glanced at Si Ang again, and then...

The movement gently closed the door.

Si Ang: "..."

childish.

But success pissed him off.

Insomnia was just An Mo's casual remark. Unexpectedly, at night, lying side by side with Xin Lang, An Mo found that he seemed to be really insomnia.

Because in the living room before, Si Ang said that he saw Xin Lang not sleeping, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.Now in the bedroom, Xin Lang didn't stare at the ceiling, but turned sideways, staring at himself with his eyes open.

How could An Mo fall asleep being stared at like this?

"So you really suffer from insomnia." An Mo sat up, looked sideways at him, and asked, "When did you start to suffer from insomnia?"

Xin Lang shook his head, "Don't sleep."

"...you have to sleep, how can people not sleep."

"Do not."

"Be obedient." An Mo's tone became firm, "If you don't sleep, you can go out and sit on the sofa."

A faint light flickered in Xin Lang's dark eyes. After a pause for a few seconds, he obediently closed his eyes.

An Mo stared at him like this for a while, and after making sure that he would not open his eyes, he lay down in peace, closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep.

After a few seconds.

"You're staring at me, I can feel it." An Mo closed his eyes, almost laughed at by Xin Lang, "If you really suffer from insomnia, can I tell you a story?"

In the next second, Xin Lang's hand came over and grabbed his hand, not letting go.

Knowing what he meant, An Mo said softly, "Then it will begin."

Before the end of the world broke out, An Mo often told stories to children.

Because the classes he leads are all children, everyone wants to listen to stories when they take a nap at noon, so after working in the preschool teacher industry for so many years, he has almost become a walking fairy tale book, 360 five days a year, Little stories are not the same.

Like how he used to coax the children, An Mo told a short story in a soft voice, and he was so emotional during the dialogue that he felt sleepy.

Before going to sleep, he opened his eyes and looked at Xin Lang next to him.

The tall man is like a child at the moment, curled up on his side, his two hands tightly wrapped around one of his hands, breathing evenly, and sleeping peacefully.

In fact, the story was only told for a few minutes.

An Mo smiled and said softly, "Good night."

After he fell into a deep sleep, the man beside him suddenly opened his eyes.

There seemed to be countless stars in the dark eyes, shining brightly in the darkness.He stared closely at the young man's face, as if he wanted to imprint that perfect outline in his heart.

Carefully moving his body, Xin Lang touched the young man's forehead.

The breaths of the two were interlaced, and there seemed to be a hint of a simple and honest smile on Xin Lang's expressionless face.

--Good night.

He didn't make a sound, just mouthed.

The southern district of City A soon fell.

Including Si Ang's two weeks living here, An Mo and Xin Lang have been hiding in the apartment for more than a month.The stockpiled supplies decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there were more and more zombies wandering outside. If this continued, they would not be able to leave even if they wanted to.

"Get the necessary supplies, we have to leave." Siang received a message from the radio that he was going to City C, where a survivor safety zone was set up.

In the early days of the end of the world, no one will become a hero who saves mankind as written in the novel. At the beginning, whether it is the protagonist or the supporting role, they are all looking for a safe place and trying to make their lives stable.

However, all kinds of experiences in the middle of the journey caused their thoughts to change, and even their dreams have undergone earth-shaking changes.

City C is the base of the first safe zone in the original book, but it is not particularly safe there now, because the more humans there are, the more accidents will happen. For zombies, if the safety point of City C is breached, That's a free buffet.

In the original book, Si Ang also went to City C, where he met several partners. These people are important tasks in the plot, and will eventually become the main players of Si Ang's mercenary group.

At this time, Si Ang obviously wanted to take him and Xin Lang to go together, he was not afraid of trouble, and he could even be described as not stingy.

But Xin Lang's expression was very subtle, he looked like he didn't want to go with Si Ang, but he tried not to speak.

Reminiscent of the plot of the original novel, An Mo refused Si Ang's invitation.

"I want to go to L City to find a friend." An Mo said softly: "Although the current situation is a bit bad, he is very important to me. Even if I risk my life, I still want to see if he is still alive .”

City L and City C are completely in two directions, and it is impossible to take the same route.

Si Ang froze for a moment, and didn't reply for a long time.

The air seemed to freeze, forming a layer of frost around it.

After an unknown amount of time, Si Ang responded.

"Then there is no other way." He put down the bag in his hand and said, "Can you give me a suitcase? I want to use it to store supplies in the supermarket."

"Why go to the supermarket? Let's divide up the things at home." An Mo said generously, "Xin Lang and I can't take everything with us. You can take whatever you want."

Si Ang took a deep breath, and his expression was no longer as calm as before. He asked unwillingly: "Are you really not going with me? I can take care of you..."

Although very reluctant, he still added Xin Lang.

Si Ang is not a fool, he can see that the relationship between An Mo and Xin Lang is not as simple as 'companion', on the contrary, they depend on each other and cannot be separated by external forces.

"Si Ang, thank you very much for your invitation." An Mo moved closer, and suddenly said, "Okay, can you lower your head?"

Siang paused, and when he realized it, he had already bent down.

An Mo raised his finger, tapped Si Ang's forehead, and said with a smile, "I hope you will have smooth sailing in the days to come."

For some reason, Si Ang's eye sockets were moist.

This is a very unprofessional blessing, but he has benefited immensely.

"If there is a chance to see you again, I hope that I will provide you with shelter at that time."

Before going out, Si Ang said this.

"An Mo, I owe you a great favor. Remember to ask me for it."

Breaking up with Si Ang means that the plot is officially on the right track.

Watching the protagonist Gong leave, An Mo met Xin Lang's resentful gaze as soon as he turned his head.

"Why are you unhappy?" An Mo provoked him deliberately: "I thought you would smile happily when Si Ang left."

After saying that, Xin Lang came over, bent down in front of him, and pressed his forehead against his.

An Mo looked at the sluggish handsome face in surprise, and before he could speak, he heard the man speak hoarsely.

"smoothly."

Two words of blessing.

An Mo laughed, and the clear laughter resounded through the apartment.

They were about to leave too, and this smile was probably the only reward left for this temporary shelter.

After all, the road ahead is perilous, I'm afraid they may never laugh again.

Xin Lang did not know where to drive a car, a black jeep, the trunk was stuffed with supplies that An Mo had never seen before.The rear of the car has been altered to look like a bed with a soft bedding, and the windows are reinforced from the inside.

Xin Lang carried An Mo downstairs, folded the wheelchair and put it into a gap next to the co-pilot. To An Mo's surprise, the gap seemed to have been measured and reserved a long time ago, and it fit perfectly. Fold the wheelchair.

And An Mo was put into the co-pilot by him.

The position of the co-pilot has also been remodeled, the back of the seat is not so high, and the upholstery and other fabric items seem to be free, even the soles of the co-pilot's feet are stuffed.

"Where did you get the car?" An Mo was surprised. "Did you buy these? When, did you sneak out of the apartment before?"

Xin Lang sat in the driving seat and drove the car neatly.

"You can still drive." An Mo was even more shocked, "What else do I not know?"

Xin Lang didn't speak, his thin lips were tightly pursed, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

I knew there was nothing to ask from his mouth, not to mention that he was immersed in his own happy world and couldn't extricate himself.An Mo took the time to glance back and forth at the structure of the car, and found that the car had really been remodeled.

In addition to adding barbed wire to the inside of the windows, the roof is also reinforced with a thin but iron thing.

If you want to transform this car, it cannot be done in a day or two.

An Mo looked at Xin Lang suspiciously, narrowing his bright eyes slightly.

"Are you sure you don't answer me?" He said in a low voice, threateningly: "Then I will jump out of the car."

The next second, the co-pilot's door was locked.

An Mo: ...

The big dog has learned to be smart.

"Every day, I do it." Xin Lang said slowly, "Because, sooner or later, he will leave."

"... When did you do it?"

"In the early morning, you were still sleeping." Xin Lang said, "I got up and went downstairs."

An Mo asked, and he answered. From his intermittent words, An Mo knew that this car was found on the day he went out to search for supplies. The door was open, and the car keys were also in the car. There is already some food and no idea who left it.

After that, he began to modify a little every day, just to make An Mo more comfortable when he was running around on the road.

An Mo looked at Xin Lang with a complicated expression, and finally reached out and touched his head.

"Thank you."

The author has something to say: let’s talk about the update next month. It may not be guaranteed that the daily number will be [-]. The number of writings per day is uncertain, but the daily date is even more fixed.Because I've been so busy with work recently, I don't have enough manuscripts to write six thousand a day, so I've been eating manuscripts!

In short, let’s take a look at the situation. If you are too busy, you will update it every day. If you are not busy, you will add an update, but it is not fixed at [-] a day.

The update is still at nine o'clock!