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Controlling the zombies all the way, Xin Lang speeded up to collect food.

He has been away for too long, what if his gentle youth is in danger?

Back at the supermarket, even though it was a long distance away, he could smell a few scents that did not belong to An Mo.

That's other humans.

Driving into the back alley at the fastest speed, at the same time, he felt a lot of zombies swaying outside the main entrance of the supermarket. He calmly controlled them and slowly left the area.

As soon as he got out of the car, Xin Lang came straight to An Mo's side. While being wary of the others, he looked up and down whether An Mo was injured.

"Are you hurt?"

"No." An Mo took his hand and said in surprise, "You came back so soon, what happened?"

"It's okay." Xin Lang said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

He spoke more than usual, and in a tone of active command.He pushed An Mo into the wheelchair and sent him to the caravan without looking back.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this tall and strong soldier-like man was dissatisfied and wary of their arrival.

The helmeted man scratched his head subconsciously, and looked at his companion with some embarrassment.

"It might be my problem." He whispered, "Last time, when Dr. He asked me to deliver the medicine, it was the two of them. I didn't have a good attitude, and I was still holding a weapon at the time."

The companion showed a clear look, "Oh, so that's the case, I thought you had some grudges before."

The helmeted man cleared his throat, "It's okay, they're not that bad kind of people."

The sounds from outside could be faintly heard. An Mo sat on the edge of the bed and let Xin Lang take off his shoes and socks for him, and covered him with a quilt.

"Last night, I was tired." Xin Lang said in a rough voice, "Sleep more."

Thinking of the mingling of souls last night, An Mo couldn't help blinking, and said with a smile: "Just because of this, you give others a cold face?"

Xin Lang frowned, staring out of the window solemnly.Naturally, he could hear the conversation between the two people at the back door, but that didn't mean he had to accept the other party's shelter here.

But then again, this is a public area, anyone can come.

Xin Lang just stubbornly lay An Mo down and refused to let him go out to negotiate with the group of people, while he himself moved back and forth to move the supplies from the jeep into the RV. Survivors of the winter.

They searched for a whole morning, but they still hadn't filled two big bags. This scary man went out and brought back a whole load of things. What kind of strong material collector is this? !

The man in the helmet looked straight at him, and the other party just carried the supplies like no one else, box after box, not caring that they came over to watch, and not afraid of them coming to grab them.

For a moment, the expressions on the faces of several people were a little hesitant.

When one of them approached Xin Lang cautiously, Xin Lang lowered his head, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Can't stand it?

In the next second, a figure stopped him.Xin Lang looked up at the man coldly, and the man in the helmet smiled a little embarrassedly, and asked, "Excuse me, where did you find these things? Are you still in this area? Are there any?" Is there a little left?"

He asked very carefully, for fear that Xin Lang would be dissatisfied, so he would chop him off with one hand.

Xin Lang frowned, as if he didn't expect that they were so numerous that they didn't go up to grab it directly, but sent a representative out to ask where the supplies were to be searched...

For two consecutive lifetimes, his sense of human beings was not very good, and he could even be described as repulsive.Accustomed to seeing the sinister nature of human beings, he seems to have forgotten that he was once a human being.

The long silence made the man in the helmet a little embarrassed. He pursed his dry lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Well, it was my fault before. I'm sorry, I was a bit of a loser in the mall."

Xin Lang squinted at him, and said coldly, "Underground of Xinchao shopping mall."

The man was stunned for a moment, then nodded in surprise, and thanked again and again: "Thank you! Thank you!"

The Xinchao shopping mall is not far from here, but due to the initial outbreak of zombies, it was almost crowded there, and people scrambled for supplies without mercy, so the survivors subconsciously skipped that place when they were stockpiling supplies, because they were afraid of zombies There are too many, and the second is that there is not much food left in it, and it is not worthwhile to take a huge risk to go for nothing.

In this case, of course everyone is moving closer to a safe place, rather than being involved in the crime.

Hearing Xin Lang said that there were still remnants of supplies there, the eyes of several people lit up instantly. After thanking each one, they were going to go out to pry the car and search for more food to take back.

"Find some weapons to defend yourself first!"

"There shouldn't be many zombies there. Seeing that he went there alone, he has come back safe and sound."

"It's better to find some medicine and come back. The fever is getting worse these days in summer."

"You can't always give him instant noodles, see if there are rice noodles or something, and get some back."

They went into the supermarket after discussing it. Obviously, they were very self-aware and didn't plan to hang around in front of Xin Lang, but decided to leave from the front door of the supermarket.

An Mo listened quietly in the RV, and when Xin Lang came in, he showed a faint smile.

"Although some people don't like those people very much, they behaved pretty well." An Mo waved at him, and Xin Lang was moved in his heart, immediately put down the box and walked over, leaned over and kissed An Mo naturally.

After the kiss was over, the temperature in the RV rose. An Mo held the sheet with his fingers, looked at Xin Lang with bright eyes, and said hoarsely, "Are there a lot of zombies over there?"

Xin Lang was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

An Mo's face darkened, "In that case, I'd better persuade them not to go."

"It has nothing to do with us." Xin Lang said coldly.

An Mo exhaled softly, "They are not as good as you."

The food they ate and the daily necessities they used were all brought back by Xin Lang at the risk of his life. An Mo had to admit that he was just like a cheerleader in the process of searching for supplies, and he could only cheer Xin Lang on the sidelines. In fact, it was useless at all, especially before his rehabilitation, his legs could not walk like a normal person, and he often caused trouble for Xin Lang.

People are selfish, and he is no exception.Every time he feels sorry for Xin Lang, he excuses himself with the reason that he is keeping him to take care of himself, but the result is that he becomes more and more inseparable from Xin Lang, and is even willing to give up everything.

Xin Lang's strength was something An Mo couldn't imagine but was proud of.

"They're different from you." He coaxed softly, "Go tell them not to go, okay?"

The young man put his hand on his cheek and stroked it lightly. His warm voice was like spring rain, nourishing his heart.

"How about we go with them?"

Xin Lang frowned and shook his head disapprovingly, "Dangerous."

"So don't let them go." An Mo said logically: "If you don't want to communicate with them, I'll tell them, okay?"

"..."

The last thing Xin Lang could do to refuse was for An Mo to look at him with big watery eyes every time, and then ask softly: "How are you?"

That is of course good.

This time, An Mo didn't use a wheelchair, but walked into the supermarket slowly. He heard the people in front of him still discussing how to go to the mall, he brushed away Xin Lang's hand that was supporting him, and then held it in his palm.

"It's better not to go there." An Mo walked out, smiled at them, and said softly, "It's very dangerous there. Before the zombies broke out, it was one of the places with the most traffic."

Several survivors obviously thought of this too, which is why they hadn't dared to think about it before.But now it was the end of the road, and Xin Lang had explored the way ahead of time to make sure that there were supplies there, and it was worth their risk.

"There's no other way. If you don't bring something back, everyone will starve to death." The helmeted man took the initiative to chat with An Mo, "We are all from Binshui County. After the outbreak of zombies, we will occupy a part of the safe place in the shopping mall as a safe place." District. Everyone has had a hard time this winter, and there are not many supplies left, so we have to take risks."

Looking at his young but haggard face, An Mo asked, "How old are you?"

"Me?" The helmeted man pointed to himself, subconsciously replied: "22 years old."

After the words fell, the companion beside him exclaimed.

"Xiao Ke, you are only 22 years old?!"

"Isn't that because you haven't graduated from university yet?"

"Oh my god, you look like 32..."

The young man named Xiao Ke frowned and scolded, "What's wrong with me being 22 years old? It's just a matter of growing up!"

An Mo turned his head away, wanting to say that your voice actually resembles that of a middle-aged man.

No matter how much An Mo tried to persuade them, they did not waver and insisted on going to the Xinchao shopping mall.Among these people, there are men and women. They don't seem to be very old, and they are all very careful. They are wearing thick clothes, and they should be fully armed.

"Mr. An, please don't persuade us." After exchanging addresses, Xiao Ke sighed: "Who wants to risk his life, there is no other way."

"Yeah, we starve to death if we don't eat."

"Let's forget it. One year less life is one year. How many children are there?"

Each of them agreed softly, An Mo paused, and subconsciously looked at Xin Lang.

Xin Lang was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other and read what they wanted to say from each other's eyes.

An Mo wanted to go with them, but Xin Lang wanted to ignore them.

After a few seconds of silence, An Mo was the first to give up.He gave Xiao Ke a few words, and took out sharp weapons such as baseball bats and shovels hidden in the supermarket for them to choose, and then slowly left through the back door with Xin Lang.

He couldn't blame Xin Lang for being ruthless, but rather blamed himself.

There should be sympathy, but if you put yourself and important people in danger, this kind of sympathy will become a harmful thing.

"Sorry." Back in the RV, An Mo hugged Xin Lang gently, "Actually, I was really excited when I heard they said they had a child."

As a kindergarten teacher, An Mo couldn't imagine a group of children falling into the crowd of zombies.

With a long sigh in Xin Lang's arms, An Mo laughed as he felt the arms around his waist getting tighter.

"Are you comforting me?"

Xin Lang nodded, and tapped his chin lightly on the top of An Mo's head twice.

"But we are the most important thing."

An Mo murmured softly.

"So, let's get out of here."

The author has something to say: Chapter 12 has been locked for a long time, I changed it several times before passing (painful)...

I’m scared, and I don’t dare to write in a vague manner in the future. You must know that I have written the memories of the last chapter since the second time, and I have been stuck. But, it's too painful woo woo woo!