The Surrender of End Times Rebirth

In the third year of the end of the world, apart from Kyoto and Nanling, where bases were established in the city itself, the most famous place is the grassland. In the past, it was barren and barren. There were no animals or plants, but the place where the soil was deserted became the safest place. place.

In this way, two of China's most famous bases, Anning City and Sunset City, were built.

An Yuheng has been wandering in the apocalypse for three years, and has been to large and small bases no less than dozens of times. Drawing an outline is a matter of seconds.

After the painting was finished, An Yuheng got up and went to the door and locked the door, holding the painting of the exterior of the base with one hand, while the other hand went deep into the drawing paper, causing ripples all over the place.

An Yuheng nodded in satisfaction, "Very good, if I don't have this skill." This blueprint can draw him to death!

This variable space system is really tasteless. To be honest, if there is no end of the world, he can actually consider taking a major in the Department of Architecture. After all, this ability is really convenient for drawing drawings...

The time for the second-level ability to enter the alien space is two hours, the third-level ability is three hours and 15 minutes, the fourth-level ability is four hours and 10 minutes, and the fifth-level ability is six hours.

Growth has a certain pattern, but not specific.

But these two hours are enough for An Yuheng to enter this world and copy the appearance of the world onto paper bit by bit.

After he reappeared, looking at the thick drawing paper in his hand, he felt a little happier, and felt that his future safety was assured.

He no longer needs to run around, and no longer needs to be afraid of being hunted down, as long as this base exists, as long as the man who guards him is still alive...

No matter how unwilling he was, An Yuheng, who put the overall situation first, had to pick up his mobile phone and dial a familiar number that he had never dialed before.

An Yuheng's phone has never stored that man's number, but it has the numbers of his father, mother, younger brother, and elder brother Zishu.

Wen Hanyi always thought that his number would be recorded, but one day when he found An Yuheng's lost cell phone, he opened contacts because he was curious to know what his nickname was, but found that there was no trace of him.

This is not allowed by Wen Hanyi, no matter how much An Yuheng disobeys him, he can't ignore him and drive him out of his life!

So, that night, Wen Hanyi tied him to the bed, carved each number on his skin with a knife, and forced him to remember his own number with the cold blade, which only belonged to An Yuheng.

Thinking of this, An Yuheng shuddered, the hand that pressed the button trembled, and the mobile phone that was not caught fell to the ground immediately.

An Yuheng wiped his face, stooped to pick up the phone and thought, how many assholes did this man do to him?The number is beyond count.

He picked up the phone again and dialed, but fortunately, this person still has the sense to not kill himself, the scars on his body will disappear in a few days, and Wen Hanyi will not appear during the few days when he is recuperating.

Wen Hanyi, who was in the middle of negotiating with an acquaintance, suddenly heard the phone ringing, couldn't turn his head for a while, and looked at his pocket in confusion.

Sean heard the ringing for a while, and felt that he was being rude to both acquaintances and callers, so he got up and whispered, "Witt, call."

"En." He calmly took out a mobile phone from his jacket pocket, looked at the display screen and confirmed the caller's name repeatedly, and trembled three points when he swiped his thumb to answer it. His little rose seemed to be calling for the first time. Call him?Is something wrong? "Yuheng?" Apologetically, he nodded to his friends present to go out to answer the phone, but he was reluctant to make An Yuheng wait a second longer.

"En." Hearing this man's voice again, An Yuheng felt as if he had passed away. He never knew that he missed this man's voice so much, and he also missed it with hatred.

"Aren't you happy?" Wen Hanyi asked cautiously, with a soft voice, as if he was afraid that An Yuheng would be frightened if he grew older, "What happened?"

During the day, Wen Hanyi is gentle, dedicated, and considerate. He obsessively loves the little rose he spoils, and is willing to indulge him in all unreasonable things.But his little Rose didn't want to talk to him, it was really uncomfortable.

"No, I just suddenly wanted a castle." An Yuheng said carelessly, "How can I give you the blueprint?"

"Leave it to the officials, and build a new one? How about the castle in the hands of Earl Seth?" Wen Hanyi was excited when he heard that An Yuheng had something he wanted, and immediately tried every means to satisfy him.

"No, I want to build it myself. I drew the blueprints myself!" An Yuheng refused firmly. The castle is indeed priceless, but it is too old and not strong. Mutated, and mutated animals like to stay in this kind of ghost place the most.

If it's just mutated plants and animals, it's fine, as long as you find a superhuman who can control them, it's easy to manage, but how to deal with zombie plants and animals?

Rats and cockroaches are unavoidable in ancient castles, and after the end of the world, these things can almost tear people into pieces every second without hiccupping.

"Okay, if Yuheng wants me to arrange someone to do it right away, I'll let the housekeeper come to you to get the blueprint immediately." Hearing An Yuheng's arrogant words, Wen Hanyi didn't feel unhappy at all, on the contrary, he was happy.

On weekdays, An Yuheng ignored him, and he didn't even want to look at him. He knew that his beloved White Rose resented him and hated him.

But so what?

Looking at the cut off phone, Wen Hanyi smiled slightly, no matter how hard he struggled, this little rose was his own after all, and only his own.

Back in the room, Wen Hanyi supported his chin with one hand, and seemed to be listening intently to the other party's ideas and plans, but he couldn't help recalling the scene when he saw the little rose for the first time in his mind.

He is ten years older than An Yuheng, and his boring life is going on day by day. The women and men around him can't get into his eyes, with dirty colors, approaching with purpose.

He will never forget the Wang family in his life, and he will also remember the other party's unintentional matchmaking.

Strachey has been in China for more than ten years. His father decided to expand this territory when he was in power, and the development has been unexpectedly good.

After taking him over, the development has taken an essential leap.

The Wang family is an aristocrat in China. If they want to develop well in China, they cannot easily offend the Wang family, especially when they have just been elected.

At that time, when he received the invitation, he knew that this was a banquet arranged by the Wang family for him, hoping to make his family's march in China smoother.

This is understandable, after all, he married his cousin into the Wang family half a year ago, and getting married is always the best choice, especially for Huaxia.

Uninteresting banquets, disgusting colors, ulterior motives, Wen Hanyi at that time was not called Wen Hanyi, and he hadn't met his little rose yet, so he was still Trevitt from the Strachey family.

He dealt with those men and women with ease, thinking that today he might not be able to leave early, but he could find time to go to the balcony to breathe.

Sean and Rhett were already tired like two dogs, and they accompanied him to the balcony, one on the left and one on the right.

"Hey, it's really enthusiastic." Leiter was rebellious, his eyes were sharp and cold like a cheetah.

Sean is casual and indifferent, so he doesn't care about what he said, just smiles.

At that time, he seemed to be leaning on the balcony thinking about how to enter China, and he had been in charge of the Strachey family for six years. He has been used to these things since he was 14 years old...

Then, his eyes fixed on the downstairs.

That young man, no, no, not yet a young man, just a child. Orientals look smaller and look even smaller.But wearing a small white suit, with elegant manners and a sweet and lovable smile, he has a pair of bright eyes and an innocent smile.

Under the bright moonlight at night, that smile was pure and clean, as if he picked up the heir left by the gods in the mortal world.

It was obvious that they were far away, but Trevitt seemed to be able to smell a faint sweetness floating on each other's body. This was the smell of white roses in his backyard, and it was also his favorite smell.

His white rose, so he wants to get his... inexplicable conviction.