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An Mo's heart seemed to miss a beat.

All thoughts fell into blank at this moment, the whole person stood in place, An Mo felt a sense of embarrassment of being caught, and even wanted to hypnotize himself, as if he didn't see Xin Lang, and chatted with Xiaoshi naturally and easily.

But that scorching gaze was like a red-hot chain, entangled him airtightly, the iron chain melted into the flesh, and the pain caused made one desperate to live and die.

Xiao Shi didn't seem to notice Xin Lang in the distance, he was still blushing, and said embarrassedly: "Well, I'm sorry, Mr. An really looks like my brother, just hugged me, I feel full of strength."

Although he kept apologizing, An Mo was still able to distract himself and feel the joy from his heart.

Gathering his mind, An Mo said softly, "You and your brother must have a good relationship."

"Well, my brother is nine years older than me. My parents were very busy when I was young, and it was my brother who took care of me."

The saying that elder brother is like father is most obvious in a family with many children and a harmonious family. Xiaoshi not only respects his deceased brother, but also misses him.

After a few seconds of silence, An Mo turned around naturally, pretending to have just discovered Xin Lang, and said, "Your colonel is here."

Xiao Shi looked over, and the respect in his eyes became more obvious. He immediately stood up in a military posture, saluted, and greeted in a calm manner: "Hello, Colonel Su!"

Even from a long distance, Xin Lang could hear clearly.

Facing those wolf-like gazes, An Mo lowered his eyes, and a trace of indifference flashed across his clear pupils.Pretending to be calm made him look very indifferent, as if he had no heart, and he was a ruthless person.

So much so that when he walked over and followed Xiaoshi step by step, Xin Lang's eyes were red, as if he was showing off to himself.

—Look, you piss me off, so I can find someone else to take your place.

His exclusive position beside the young man is being coveted by others.

The obsession that crawled out of the darkness was dripping with blood, as if it had been skinned and boned, and a thick, foul-smelling juice flowed out.Let go of the hand that was clenched until the knuckles turned white, like a puppet without a soul, he lifted it up stiffly, and slowly stretched out towards An Mo tentatively.

The moment he raised his hand and stretched out his hand with sadness in his eyes, An Mo's heart softened.

There was no reason, it was just because of the despair on the man's face that his heart ached.

In fact, there is no need to fight so stiffly, the two of them are sticking to their own positions, obviously there is nothing wrong, and they are even merging...

But the helplessness in the process can also make them quarrel and cold war.

After thinking for a few seconds, An Mo naturally took Xin Lang's hand that had not yet reached out, touched his fingertips, deftly found a gap, and then interlocked his fingers tightly.

Xin Lang's eyes froze, he stared blankly at the two people's hands, opened his mouth, but lost his speech function, and did not utter a single syllable.

Xiaoshi watched silently from the side, not feeling surprised at all, but showed an expression of "as expected", the relationship between Colonel Su and Mr. An is so good!

"Have you finished talking with Lieutenant General Meng?" An Mo asked casually.

"En." Xin Lang replied in a very low voice, and then silently stepped forward, getting closer to An Mo.

Seeing his small movements out of the corner of his eyes, An Mo curled his lips indiscriminately, turned to Xiaoshi and said, "It's hard to change shifts and rest, hurry back and rest, we are going back too."

Xiaoshi nodded excitedly, and said: "If you need me, you can always find me. I am most familiar with the base, and I can go anywhere!" After speaking, he paused, and said embarrassedly: "Of course, I can't compare with Colonel Su. familiar."

The helpless thing is that Xin Lang doesn't remember anything, and when Xiao Shi called out 'Colonel Su', he didn't even give him a look.

It can't be described as rude, but the name Su Ye, extended to Colonel Su, is unfamiliar to Xin Lang.

He didn't think of the past, and he didn't want to.

After Xiaoshi left, An Mo, who had almost taken control of the dominant position, suddenly didn't know what to say.

He just pulled Xin Lang and walked back slowly.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on this safe area, and buildings stood under the bright light, casting shadows.

Raising his head, he stared blankly at the rare orange-red sunset. An Mo suddenly didn't want to walk any longer due to the exhaustion left after the years had calmed down.

He did indeed stop at the same spot, slightly relaxing his grip on Xin Lang's hand, but the next second he was clenched even tighter.

"I'm tired." He murmured, the words floating in the air dissipated with the breeze.

An Mo couldn't tell who the words were meant to, maybe Xin Lang, or maybe the system.

He only knows that he is doing tasks day after day, but he doesn't know how many worlds he has experienced.Perhaps he has experienced a world like the zombie apocalypse many times, but this time, he felt that the burden on his body was much heavier than before, as if the lost memory had not been completely cleared, but remained a little bit on his shoulders every time , The exhaustion this time seems to be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Xin Lang picked him up without saying a word, and An Mo had long been used to it, leaning quietly in his arms and closing his eyes.

There was no sound around.

When they returned to the dormitory, An Mo slowly opened his eyes in Xin Lang's arms.

He turned his head to the side, looking calmly at Xin Lang, who was not blushing and not panting. He walked steadily, and even when he climbed the third floor, his breath was not disturbed for a moment.

The deadly atmosphere reoccupied my mind.

"Xin Lang." He whispered the other person's name, "Just now, I didn't hear your heartbeat."

Wrapping his arm tightly, An Mo glanced at the big hand on his waist calmly.

Xin Lang pursed his thin lips, as if he was thinking about how to answer, but An Mo didn't want to give him this chance.

"If you don't want to say it, then never say it." His voice was like the whisper of a seductive demon under the moonlit night, lightly entering Xin Lang's ear, "But I only give you this one chance."

The light of hope revived in the center of Xin Lang's eyes, "If, I said..."

"I can't give you any guarantee." Even though he didn't finish the sentence, An Mo could still understand what he meant.

Xin Lang fell silent.

An Mo was not in a hurry, and even had a lot of time to spend with him.

The room has been cleaned up, and I don’t know how Xin Lang managed to clean up the house while chatting with the elders. The mattress has been covered with new bedding, and the clothes are put in the cabinet casually. Deliberately placed, the daily necessities on the cabinets are neatly arranged, it seems that this place has been packed into a small home, warm and sweet.

It's just that the topic suddenly became serious, making these small details look a little ridiculous.

A man without a heartbeat, always by his side.

An Mo imagined various reasons in his mind, but each of them made him feel hard to calm down.

Is it a special disease, or an external factor?

Sitting at the end of the bed, An Mo felt his legs go limp for a while, as if two iron nails were pierced into the soles of his feet. The sharp tingling spread, and was transmitted directly to the brain through the nerves.

The feeling of fatigue became clearer. An Mo took off his shoes and was about to sit on the bed and rub the muscles of his legs when a pair of hands appeared in sight and did everything for him.

The big hands with thin calluses gently kneaded the white and tender calves, carefully, without any overstepping.

An Mo's eyes were complicated, and he vaguely knew that the person who made mistakes from beginning to end might be himself.

"Go ahead." An Mo's voice revealed a bit of indescribable melancholy, "I'm listening."

After a few seconds of silence, Xin Lang's deep voice hit An Mo's heart like a pouring rain under a cloud.

"I was bitten."

Four simple words were enough for An Mo to push away the man in front of him, turn around and run away.

But An Mo didn't want to do that.

Even after hearing this answer, the distress beat the shock and fear, and spread into a thorn, wrapping his heart.

"When did it happen?" An Mo's voice was hoarse.

"Meet you, before."

An Mo closed his eyes.

Maybe it wasn't any amnesia at all.

After being bitten by a zombie, he was not attacked by a virus, nor did he become a zombie. Instead, he was like an ordinary person, eating and sleeping, but without a heartbeat...

Wait, maybe he doesn't need to eat or sleep at all.

Recalling what happened in the past half a year, An Mo finally untied the messy hemp rope and smoothed everything out.

"So you don't need to sleep and you don't need to eat, right?"

"Ah."

"You walk on the street, and zombies won't bite you?"

"Ah."

"That's why you go to collect supplies, every time is very fast, and you return with a full load."

"Ah."

"..."

This, is this turned on? !

From distressed to surprised to finally helpless, An Mo's mentality has changed greatly in just a few words of dialogue.

"you……"

"I'm sorry. Don't, throw me away."

Xin Lang suddenly apologized. He squatted beside the bed and raised his head pitifully. There was no expression on his handsome face, but those eyes that seemed to be able to talk made An Mo's heart so soft.

What he was most afraid of was that An Mo would abandon him.

In this relationship, he lowered his position, and An Mo always stood in the dominant position.So he never thought that An Mo would not be willing to 'throw away' him.

After a while, An Mo stretched out his hand and held Xin Lang's cheek.

The skin touched by the fingertips is slightly cool, but it is also the temperature that a normal human being should have.

He curled his legs to make himself more comfortable, then lowered his head, and kissed Xin Lang's lips lightly.

Those lips that he had painted countless times with the tip of his tongue were also slightly cool.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous, as if a fire had ignited the air.

Xin Lang eagerly followed the wetness, turned from passive to active, straightened up and pressed towards An Mo.

The soft bed seemed to come in handy at this moment.

After the kiss was over, both of them were out of breath.

I don't know why, but An Mo wanted to kiss him even though he should have continued the conversation just now.

"So afraid that I'll throw you away, why didn't you tell me clearly earlier?"

"You will be afraid."

"I'm not afraid." An Mo chuckled, "Do you know why I came to the army?"

Xin Lang paused for a second, "Look for someone."

"Yes." An Mo said without reservation: "You don't believe me, but the person I'm looking for is the Zombie King who can control all zombies."

Xin Lang: "..."

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