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Binshui County, a small transit county from City A to City L.

Binshui County has a small local population. Because of its proximity to the sea, it has become a tourist attraction that inland people like to check in very much.

After the car drove into the county town, Xin Lang found an empty private house, tidied up the inside, and then carried An Mo into the house.

The layout of the private house is very simple, and there is a back door, so it is convenient to leave at any time.But the inside was dirty, as if no one had lived in it for a long time. An Mo waited in the car for a long time before Xin Lang took him out. It could be seen that he had struggled with the dust inside.

Sitting on the soft quilt, An Mo was still in a daze.

"Where did you get the quilt?" Holding the clean quilt under his hands, An Mo seemed to smell the sun: "And this pillow..."

Although the decoration of this private house is not bad, the furniture inside is basically integrated. The bed under An Mo's body is actually a tatami mat.

"In the cabinet." Xin Lang pointed to the cabinet on the tatami, and brought some food to An Mo, "Eat."

An Mo didn't eat well all day, and was driving on the road all the time. The atmosphere in the car made him feel depressing. Coupled with the slow time, even when it was time to eat, he didn't have much appetite.

He picked up a piece of bread and was about to eat it, but when he looked up, he saw Xin Lang was about to go out again, so he called him quickly.

"Where are you going?"

Xin Lang turned his head, raised his finger and pointed to the window, "Reinforce."

"No, we'll just stay for one night, just be careful."

Xin Lang has been driving for two days in a row. Although sometimes under An Mo's strong request, he will park the car on the side of a sparsely populated road and take a short rest, but how can that be considered a good rest?

Now An Mo didn't want to give up a minute and a second, but just wanted Xin Lang to sleep well.

"Come here to eat and then sleep." An Mo beckoned. Seeing that he was still standing at the door in a tangled state, he moved forward with his hands on the tatami, trying to reach out to pull the wheelchair next to the tatami.

Seeing this, Xin Lang finally stopped being stubborn. He came to An Mo's side in two or three steps and held his hand.

"No." He shook his head, picked up An Mo horizontally, and put him deep in the tatami.

He didn't know whether he was saying that he would not get the windows, or that he would not let An Mo get the wheelchair.

Leaning inside, the farther away from the edge, An Mo has no chance to move.He continued to eat bread, and he didn't forget to help Xin Lang open bag after bag of food.

"I can't eat that much, don't waste it, you have to eat it."

The past few days have not been good. After coming out of the rest area, the nearest city is Binshui County.Although the supplies were barely enough, the car was running out of gas, and I passed a rest area halfway to make up for it, but it couldn't last too far.

There should be a lot of gas in the gas station in the city, because everyone is in a hurry to escape and will not deliberately empty the gas station.However, the danger will be doubled after entering the town. When the whole world is occupied, no place is safe.

Rest well tonight, and they will continue to set off the next day, crossing Binshui County from north to south.

After filling his stomach, An Sheng was afraid that Xin Lang would sneak out to work behind his back and would not have a good rest, so he took his hand, and the two of them lay side by side on the tatami as in the apartment.

The tatami was not big, and the two big men leaned shoulder to shoulder, leaning closer than ever.

"Go to sleep." An Mo looked at the bright starry sky outside the window, and coaxed in a low voice: "Today we will tell the story of "The Three Little Pigs"..."

The light and pleasant voice sounded slowly, revealing a hint of bewitching feeling.With a gentle tone of voice, he told stories that only children like, and sleepiness gradually came to his mind. An Mo held on to his consciousness until the man beside him let out a low and long breathing sound.

Xin Lang fell asleep.

An Mo couldn't sleep because he had to keep watch at night, otherwise the zombies would break in and they wouldn't even have a chance to react.

[Host, I'll help you watch, you go to sleep. 】

[No, it’s cheating if you speak up, right? ]

[This is not an important plot point, it doesn’t matter if I secretly remind you once or twice...so I still feel sorry for the host~]

An Mo smiled and shook his head. It turned out that he was here to ask for credit.

After holding on for most of the night, An Mo, who had a very stable schedule, couldn't hold on any longer. After he asked the system to wake him up immediately when something was wrong, he finally couldn't hold on anymore. He tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.

After he fell asleep, the man beside him suddenly opened his eyes.

He straightened up distressedly and looked at the gentle and elegant young man beside him. There was a circle of blue under his eyes, which was set off by the snow-white skin even more thrillingly.Xin Lang stretched out his hand, and although his movements were stiff, he stroked An Mo's cheek very gently. After rubbing it a few times, he leaned over and planted a pious kiss on his forehead.

At the same time, the zombies who have long been attracted by the sound seem to be controlled by an invisible wall outside the yard. They can only make a shrill roar, but the terrifying sound cannot reach the people in the house. in the ears.

Early the next morning, An Mo opened his eyes with the first rays of sunlight projected into the house.

The quiet atmosphere made him a little dazed. He stared at the unfamiliar ceiling for a few seconds before he suddenly realized the current situation.

The side is empty, and the cold temperature means that the person lying beside him last night has long since left.

An indescribable sense of panic welled up in his heart. An Mo wanted to call Xin Lang's name, but reason told him that yelling at such a time was definitely not a clear choice.

So he used his hands hard, moved to the side of the bed and immediately stretched out his hand to pull over the wheelchair, and sat on it skillfully with his strength.There was a lot of noise when he pressed it up, he paused for a few seconds, and after making sure that no zombies rushed in at the sound, he carefully slid the wheelchair, came to the door, and yanked the door.

The door was locked from the outside, and he couldn't get out.

Why did Xin Lang lock him in the house?

He turned his head to look at the window. He wanted to see if the car parked in the yard was still there, but he didn't want to crash into the iron railing.

——The windows on both sides were reinforced with a layer of iron railings from the outside.

Basically convinced that this was Xin Lang's doing, An Mo took a deep breath, his face a little unsightly.

[Host, is he simply insane? !How can it keep you trapped in the house? 】

[There is no human right anymore, host, you don't need to be so nice to him in the future, he is not worth it! 】

[Should I have to tie you to my body next time?He is too much! 】

The system was like a complaint machine, sensing that An Mo was in a bad mood, it began to speak ill of Xin Lang desperately.

But at this moment, the roar of cars suddenly came to mind outside. An Mo came to the window, and through the gap in the railing, he saw that familiar black car parked in the yard, where they parked yesterday.

A tall man in black got out of the car. He looked cold, handsome and stylish. He walked directly into the house like a wind mixed with frost.

After he came in, there was a sound of unlocking the door of the locked room, and An Mo turned around, facing the direction of the door.

As soon as Xin Lang opened the door, he met An Mo's beautiful but faintly indifferent face.

He paused for a moment, then stood there in a daze, holding a bag of food in his hand, looking like a fool with a communication barrier.

"Where have you been?" An Mo asked coldly.

Xin Lang said in a deep voice, "Come on."

"You went by yourself?"

"Ah."

"Where else have you been?"

"Find supplies."

"Found it? Filled the trunk?"

"Ah."

……

The two asked and answered, the former's face became colder and colder, and the latter's voice became smaller and smaller.

An Mo knew that he shouldn't be angry at this time.Survival in this world is already very difficult, so why bother with some unhappy things to make yourself unhappy?

But facing Xin Lang's dimly glinting eyes, An Mo couldn't help being angry.

What kind of iron is he?I'm afraid I don't know everything, but I'm going against myself!

An Mo fell asleep in the middle of the night, and it wasn't too late when he woke up in the morning. The man in front of him probably got up after he fell asleep, and after adding protection to the windows in the dark, he went out to refuel and find supplies , Everything is ready before coming back, obviously not wanting to worry himself.

How could An Mo be indifferent?

If he didn't punish him once, he would do it again in the future. An Mo would know nothing and be well protected like a noble prince, while Xin Lang would face many dangers outside.

What if he gets hurt?

What if he leaves himself completely?

An Mo couldn't think of it, and didn't even dare to think about it.

He closed his eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly.

"You're pretty good yourself." When An Mo opened his eyes, there was more self-mockery in An Mo's eyes, "I delayed you. If that's the case, let's part here."

Xin Lang raised his eyes sharply, and looked at An Mo with burning eyes. There seemed to be countless emotions in his eyes, which finally converged into shock. He seemed to be stunned. The bag in his hand fell to the ground with a thud Muffled.

An Mo couldn't bear it, but on the surface he showed extremely unfeeling, "I worry about you, but you don't care. I think we are partners, but you don't want to share any experiences with me. You make concessions over and over again. The things I worry about, the current world has made me uncomfortable enough, I don't want to worry about it anymore, after all, it will only make me more and more sad."

Seeing Xin Lang's almost collapsed appearance, An Mo couldn't bear to look away.

He also asked himself in his heart, should he say such a terrible thing.But An Mo knows clearly that if Xin Lang is not allowed to understand that he is in danger and protecting himself is actually in conflict, then there will be a second, third, and fourth time...

Can Xin Lang come back safe and sound every time?

Xin Lang still stood there blankly, as if his whole body was nailed there, his tall figure looked extremely bleak and pitiful.

An Mo finally relented, but he didn't want to weaken his momentum.

So he stretched out his hand, didn't speak, just beckoned.

The man's eyes flickered slightly, and he walked forward without any hesitation, squatting in front of An Mo.

An Mo looked down at him, opened his mouth, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

How can such an obedient 'big dog' have the heart to scold him?

Just as he was hesitating how to speak, the man in front of him suddenly straightened up, leaned over, and accurately caught An Mo's soft lips.

He first sucked his lower lip, feeling the breaths of both sides intertwined and blended into one, and then he began to be more presumptuous.

'Big Dog' seems to have lost his temper.

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