After the full-level boss lifts the coffin [Quick Transmigration]

【secret? 】

[What secret? 】

[What is this scumbag talking about? 】

scoff.

The live broadcast was disconnected, leaving only the audience who were out of the situation stunned.

Guessing that Liu Rong would not cooperate obediently, Yan Xuekai turned on the privacy mode early in the morning, so as not to expose his deflated appearance.

The right eye of the person operating the live broadcast room will have an obvious upward glance. Noticing the small compromise of the youth representative, he smiled, looked down at Wen Jiu who was half squatting, and stretched out his hand: "Good boy, do you want to get up?"

Liu Rong cares about what other people think of him wearing women's clothing, this is something Yan Xuekai knew early on.

At the beginning of the reunion in the last days, Liu Rong was actually very cold, but after he didn't expose the women's clothes and even helped to lie, the other party's attitude eased a lot.

Liu Rong has always been good at grasping the weaknesses of people's hearts. Liu Rong needs affirmation, so he affirms the other party himself. Although in Yan Xuekai's heart he only regards women's clothing as a taste that cannot be put on the table, but this does not prevent him from speaking nicely.

Thinking he had Wen Jiu under his control, Yan Xuekai subconsciously suppressed Wen Jiu with the arrogance of a so-called normal person: "You said you, why did you get mixed up with Ling Feng and his group? They want to be heroes and go back to the end of the world , What about you? There are so many teachers and classmates, can you guarantee that none of them will discover your secret?"

In the past, Yan Xuekai never dared to say these words so bluntly, after all, they were still a couple, and he himself did not take off his considerate|considerate and gentle skin in front of Liu Rong.

But now, since his face has been torn apart, he will naturally poke wherever it hurts, and it is best to poke the other party so that they are afraid and dare not leave him.

Especially the way the young man bowed his head gave Yan Xuekai an unprecedented sense of joy and desire to vent.

"I've heard about the black core. Do you really think that the senior management of the base is a fool and didn't find anything?" Sarcastically, he put on a leader's air, "Liu Rong, you don't understand how many people there are in this world. I want to live in the apocalypse."

The high death rate at the beginning is indeed something to be afraid of, but when the situation stabilizes, people who are suitable for surviving in the last days are like pigs on the cusp, easily standing at a high position and possessing things that they could not have in a lifetime.

How could such a person be willing to let everything return to zero.

Like himself.

"Actually, you are the same. Only in the last days can you live so freely." Yan Xuekai, who is used to saying some beautiful words, said softly, "What happened to Ding Xiaoyu is my fault, there will be no next time, okay?"

Wen Jiu memorized the surrounding map: "Are you finished?"

Yan Xuekai was slightly displeased, but he still nodded his head patiently.

Wen Jiu: "The live broadcast is also off?"

Yan Xuekai: "Of course."

How could he let the audience in the live broadcast room hear this? Only the dead want the survivors to clear the game. If he knows his true thoughts, his popularity will plummet.

Gently put his hand on the scumbag's palm, Wen Jiu whispered: "That's good."

Yan Xuekai also smiled: "Don't worry, how can I be willing to let other people know..."

...your secret.

"boom!"

Before he finished the last few words, he was hit hard on the ground by a standard over-the-shoulder fall. The young man's fingers were cold and slender, but they were far more powerful than he imagined. In a whirl, Yan Xuekai was dizzy Dazzled, large areas of Venus appeared in front of his eyes, and even had the illusion of bones cracking.

Because he had specially greeted him before going upstairs, although Wen Jiu made a big commotion, no one came to knock on the door.

Clapping his hands in disgust, Wen Jiu kicked the opponent a few times: "Threatening me? Huh?"

It stands to reason that Yan Xuekai, who has been specially trained in fighting after joining the Sharp Knife Squad, shouldn't be easily knocked down, but who is Wen Jiu? It's impossible for a talented scholar to let a scumbag take advantage of it.

The shoes Wen Jiu was wearing today were a bit pointy, and the kick between his ribs was excruciatingly painful. Yan Xuekai was anxious and angry, and instinctively wanted to reach for the gun, but in a blink of an eye, the young man stepped on his wrist, as if he had bumped into it himself.

The pain made people wake up. At that moment, like a fish nailed to the ground, he struggled hard and met the young man's eyes.

Clearly still those slightly upturned phoenix eyes, full of smiles, but Yan Xuekai broke out in cold sweat layer after layer, as if seeing some indescribable fear.

——The other party will really kill himself.

He was so sure.

Then, he saw a snow leopard walking slowly, gently rubbing against the young man.

The moisture on the back of the head gathered more and more, and Yan Xuekai passed out.

Before completely falling into darkness, he seemed to hear a snort of disdain: "Tsk, that's it?"

Dark clouds covered the moon, and a figure with a sack on his back turned out of the window.

A few hours later, the aunt who was pushing a cart out to sell breakfast passed by the busiest street in No. [-] Base, and suddenly saw a white flower planted in the fountain.

Immediately afterwards, a breathy soprano resounded throughout the city:

"Come here! Catch the pervert!"

Whether it's the end of the world or the present, gossip always spreads the fastest, especially the gossip of celebrities, it's best to have something to do with sex.

Before eight o'clock, He Juan entered Wen Jiu's house with a bagful of breakfast—hot milk and compressed biscuits, followed by Lin Baisheng and others.

Naturally, she pulled the chair over, and she excitedly said, "I've heard from the aunt who bought the milk that the naked man soaking in the fountain is Yan Xuekai. He's injured all over his body. It's embarrassing. Let me reveal it. Did you do it?"

Not interested in compressed biscuits, Wen Jiu randomly picked a bag of milk and bit it open: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't wrong good people, I am a good citizen who abides by the law."

Pretending to be unintentional, Wuzi sat next to Wen Jiu weakly: "But I heard movement in your room last night..."

If the captain hadn't told Liu Rong to handle it in advance, he wouldn't have waited until now, and he would have rushed in early to save the beauty.

Lin Baisheng also raised his fingertips: "There seems to be blood there."

Yan Xuekai fell so badly last night that his head was indeed scratched. Wen Jiu wiped it several times, but a little dark red still seeped into the wooden floor.

After taking a mouthful of hot milk, the black-haired young man squinted his eyes contentedly: "Blood? How can there be blood? Ah Xuan was too stupid to sit and smash a tomato."

"He's so heavy, if he slips and falls, there's no need to make a fuss."

Xie Xuan, who was innocently lying on the gun: ...

"Yeah, you're bullying others, Ah Xuan can't talk," He Juan pouted, "Poor little boy."

Lin Baisheng: "With such a big disturbance, the guards will probably come to you."

Wen Jiu calmed down: "I'll say the same when the guards are here."

The live broadcasts on both sides were not on, and he bypassed the only few cameras in the city. What kind of evidence is his mouth alone?

This was a comment he accidentally heard when he went to report, and he had to return it as it was.

Besides, based on Wen Jiu's estimation of the scumbag's personality, even if Yan Xuekai said that he was having a good time drinking and taking drugs, he would not be willing to admit that he was knocked out by Liu Rong, stripped naked and thrown into the cold water.

After losing blood and soaking for another night, Rao's physical fitness has been strengthened to a certain extent, Yan Xuekai also passed out with a fever, and when he opened his eyes again, the people around him looked at him very strangely, some were disgusted, some wanted to laugh, some Sympathetic, there are also a few male patients, I don't know what to think, they are faintly obscene or envious.

Could it be that Liu Rong told the story of beating him up last night?

Or did something happen after that?How did he come to the hospital?

With a certain audience base, the barrage in the live broadcast room became the best source of information. Hastily, Yan Xuekai raised his eyes to release the privacy mode.

The barrage that has been saved all morning comes surging:

[Wake up, wake up, finally wake up! 】

[The skin is really white. 】

[The bird is really a bird. 】

[Brother, how much did you drink to dedicate yourself to art?Niubi. 】

Yan Xuekai didn't start the live broadcast, but there are other people who can't stand No. [-] base, and Bao Jun is satisfied with all kinds of angles and angles, just need to patiently jump a few more rooms.

The semi-abandoned fountain is shallow enough to drown Yan Xuekai, and it also makes his exposed parts very clear. If there is no screenshot function in the live broadcast room of the last days, some photos without mosaics should have been spread all over the sky, let Yan Xuekai experience what it means to be completely socially dead a feeling of.

But it's almost the same now, trying to figure out what happened last night as quickly as possible, Yan Xuekai's eyes were as wide as copper bells, red as blood, which perfectly matched the soaring heat in the live broadcast room.

Wen Jiu was only short of saying no thanks in mocking Laman.

No matter what it is in private, on the surface, the Sharp Knife Squad represents the image of Base No. [-]. There was an incident with Ding Xiaoyu last time, and this time the barrage was obviously even more noisy.

[Bah, bah, dogs can't change eating shit. 】

[Sure enough, it's not that the whole family doesn't enter the house. 】

[It doesn't feel like this injury was caused by playing, does it?Don't be beaten by Liu Rong. 】

[That would be even more embarrassing! 】

[What do you know, it was Ding Xiaoyu, that bitch who led Yan Dui to pieces. He was not like this when he was with Liu Rong before. He was gentle and responsible, a peerless boyfriend. 】

[It just so happens that Liu Rong is back, and it's obvious that the remaining love is not over, please get back together! 】

[Composite NM, and then pushed into the monster pile as a backer? 】

The dead are often no longer bound by the rules and regulations of the world, and can only experience the feeling of being alive through the live broadcast rooms. It must be admitted that under such extreme circumstances, any kind of scum will have fans.

Yan Xuekai made a mistake and lost face, some hard-talking viewers wanted to help excuse him, and the blame naturally fell on Ding Xiaoyu.

Little three, slut, reunion... These words deeply hurt Ding Xiaoyu's self-abased heart. He wished he could take a gun and kill everyone, but he could only be trapped in the auditorium aggrieved.

On the other side, the viewers who finally waited until Wenjiu started broadcasting spoke earnestly:

【Rong, good horses don't turn their backs. 】

[A new generation replaces the old. 】

[We can't have such a shameful trash. 】

[That's right, get back together?It would be better to be with Ah Xuan. 】

【Hey Hey hey!Disgraceful Hey! 】

[You all get up, hehe, this is obviously my wife hehe. 】

Never expecting Yan Xuekai's comments to be so shameless, Wen Jiu threw away the milk bag and yawned: "Get back together?"

"He deserves it too."

The author has something to say:

Xie Xuan: ...I broke a tomato?

Jiujiu: Hee hee.

One more.

This chapter is a saved manuscript that was repaired by fishing. It is earlier than expected. It should be around twelve o'clock in the second chapter. You can wait until tomorrow morning to read w

Comparing hearts every day.