Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Ning Wanfeng looked at Ning Cheng under his feet, and slowly raised the antibiotic in his hand: "Sorry, it's our fault."

The lighter in the hands of the man opposite went out, and the evil and handsome face was hidden in the darkness again, and he said, "I must correct my mistake."

Ning Wanfeng carefully put the pocket flashlight on the side, and according to the square inch between the two of them, he threw the medicine over with his hands.

"There is a child in the family who has a high fever, and life is at stake. I really have no choice, so I want to try it."

The man stretched out his hand in the darkness, and accurately caught several boxes of medicine: "Don't everyone have a big problem now?"

He shook his head, his face was cold, and suddenly with a wave of his hand, the steel knife passed by the shelf behind him.

The rope on the wrist of the man tied there by Ning Cheng loosened, he struggled to break free, ran to the side of the bald man, pinched him a few times, and the man woke up slowly.

Seeing the restrained Ning Cheng and the helpless Ning Wanfeng on the opposite side, the bald man let out a strange "Aww": "Boss Yuan, these two little fair faces are insidious! Fuck, they are so ruthless and spicy!"

The man was standing on the shelf with one arm, the blood on his arm was still flowing, and there was a faint smell of blood in the dark night.

He took a careless puff of cigarette, looked at Ning Wanfeng: "Injured my brother, robbed things, is that true?"

Ning Wanfeng knew that it was hard to be kind, and said in a deep voice: "Yes. So you can just say what you want. But we are short of medical care and medicine, so we have to do this. You want material compensation, killing us, really No."

The man opposite seemed to be smiling, and suddenly approached a few steps quietly.

The two were originally separated by several meters, but now he came forward like a ghost, and they suddenly became face to face.

The thin beam of the pocket flashlight reflected his unruly side face, while the other half was hidden in the darkness, looking sinister and dangerous.

"This land was bought by me and my brothers in many battles to the death." He said, "I also have a lot of brothers to take care of, and they also have wives and children who need medicine."

Ning Wanfeng was silent for a while, her slender neck drooped weakly: "I'm sorry..."

The man shook his head: "If that's the case, I can't explain to my injured brother, and I can't deter those bastards who want to kill and grab medicine at any time."

Ning Wanfeng looked patiently at Ning Cheng who was unconscious on the ground, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the SUV that still hadn't driven away, and said, "Okay, is one life enough? You kill me and let them go."

After the man backed away slowly, there was a strange playfulness between his brows.

He waved his hand to the back, and the two subordinates rushed forward immediately, approaching Ning Wanfeng intently.

Under the red and dim light of cigarette butts, he said, "Tie them all up and take them out through the main entrance."

... On the far corner of the street, two thieves crouched behind the temporary shelter, watching the door of the pharmacy suddenly open.

Several figures came out under the moonlight, and rudely pushed a man in white with his hands tied. Another man hung his head and remained motionless. He was half dragged and dragged into a small truck behind the alley.

From a distance, I heard the people over there cursing: "Damn it, those two bastards dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head, they are so tired!"

"Boss Yuan, one of them is already dead, why are you taking the body back?" Someone yelled in the night wind again.

Another hoarse voice came faintly: "Go back and hang the body at the gate of the camp, and ask someone who thinks to see it."

The two eavesdroppers quietly buried their bodies lower, looked at each other, and saw panic in each other's eyes.

"Damn it... Yuan Zuoyi is a lunatic!" a person murmured.

His companion was sweating on his forehead: "These two seem quite strong, the boss just tricked them into messing with the surname Yuan. I didn't expect that they couldn't help but fight."

"Hurry up and report to the boss." The people around him muttered, "Yuan personally took action, and those two outsiders died!"

... The small truck was driving fast, and it was driving in remote alleys. It happened to encounter a small group of zombies.

Ning Wanfeng sat on the back of the truck, her wrists were tied behind her, and her ears were slightly tilted, listening to the faint sound in the distance.

A hand lightly brushed the black cloth over his eyes, and the man leaning in the carriage beside him seemed to be checking whether his blindfold was secure.

Seeing Ning Wanfeng tilting his head back nervously, the man seemed to smile softly.

"Stop listening, that SUV of yours is secretly chasing after you." He lazily took a puff of cigarette, "It looks like they are two hairy kids, and their driving skills are terrible."

Ning Wanfeng was so anxious that he finally couldn't maintain his indifference any longer, and hissed, "You want to kill people to gain power, isn't it enough to kill me alone? Those two children don't understand anything, let them go!"

The man looked at the faintly pulsating veins on his slender neck, and said slowly, "In the current world, people kill people and set fires everywhere, seeking revenge. How do I know if they will remember me, and suddenly come to me in the future and stab me?"

Ning Wanfeng begged anxiously: "No, you try to get rid of them, they don't even know who you are, how can they seek revenge from you?"

The man smiled slightly: "Then do you know who I am?"

Ning Wanfeng was startled: "I... I don't know."

The man snorted slightly from his nose: "Sure enough."

Stretching out his hand, he took off the black cloth strip from the back of Ning Wanfeng's head, and suddenly a handsome face came close to his eyes.

He stared at Ning Wanfeng's bright eyes, and a half-hearted smile floated on the corner of his mouth: "My name is Yuan Zuoyi, the assistant of evidence, and I am full of spirit."

Ning Wanfeng met his urgent gaze, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

He bit the bullet and said dryly: "Oh...remember."

Yuan Zuoyi tilted his head, seemed a little strange, waited for a long time, and then raised half of his thick eyebrows: "Why, don't you exchange names? In case I die by your hands in the future, I must know your name."

Ning Wanfeng blushed slightly: "I...I won't kill anyone."

Yuan Zuoyi flicked the blade on his wrist with his fingers, and said lightly: "I know. Just now in the pharmacy, you told your companions, even if you were killed, don't kill people for revenge."

Ning Wanfeng was taken aback: "You came early?"

Yuan Zuoyi stretched out his foot and lightly kicked Ning Cheng who was unconscious next to him: "Of course. If you said 'I'm dead, you will kill the hostages and change the medicine', you think I will keep you two life?"

Ning Wanfeng remained silent, and finally said after a while, "My name is Ning Wanfeng. Wanqiu Fengye."

Yuan Zuoyi held his head up, looking at the sparse starry sky above his head: "...It sounds good, it matches your person quite well."

The small truck drove through the streets and alleys, and drove towards a group of villas in the outskirts of the city. Ning Wanfeng looked back anxiously.

In the driver's seat in front was the young man in protective clothing, and the bald man was in the co-pilot, and he called out to the back: "Boss, do you want to get rid of that car, or what?"

Yuan Zuoyi waved his hand: "Slow down, don't let them get lost."

"okay!"

Ning Wanfeng sighed inwardly—Shang Lang thought he hadn't been spotted at all, and was following far behind furtively.

Clever is smart, knowing to follow far away and keep the lights out.It's a pity that in front of these old and cunning guys, it's hard to even take a look.

"From outside the city?" Yuan Zuoyi asked suddenly.

Ning Wanfeng's voice was a little depressed: "Before the zombie wave broke out, I happened to take my nephew back to my hometown to visit relatives, and it was in the nearby county town. At first, I wanted to go back to the city, but the road was blocked. Later..."

Yuan Zuoyi took the words lightly: "After that, the relatives will not be able to be contacted."

Death, injury, the more prosperous the big city, the sharper the population drop.

Ning Wanfeng slowly relaxed her back, leaned against the bumpy guardrail behind her, and said in a tired voice, "Thinking twice, I think it's safe to stay in the country."

Yuan Zuoyi nodded, his low magnetic voice was mixed with the faint tobacco aroma, a little vague: "Safety also has a price, such as lack of medicine."

Ning Wanfeng was silent for a while, her eyes sore.

He closed his eyes tightly, letting a little moist heat seep out of the corners of his eyes: "My brother and sister-in-law... are gone, and this is the only child left. A few days ago, a group of zombies came to the village. The old man was forced to fall by the zombies and injured by Nongcha."

Yuan Zuoyi asked, "Is that the kid lying on the back seat?"

Ning Wanfeng nodded: "It was his senior who drove the car. The two families grew up together. When they heard that Xiaoduo was going back to the countryside to play, his parents asked me to bring them along for fun."

Yuan Zuo was surprised and asked again: "What do you do?"

Ning Wanfeng said in a low voice, "I'm a physical education teacher in college, and I won an award in a crossbow shooting competition before."

Yuan Zuoyi smiled: "No wonder."

Ning Wanfeng's eyes fell on the blood-stained steel knife in his hand, hesitated, and asked tentatively, "What about you?"

Yuan Zuoyi's smiling face suddenly sank, and there seemed to be an imperceptible distortion for a moment.

There was a hint of gloom on his face: "What do you think I am? A bastard who kills and steals goods, or a local hooligan who fights and kills?"

Ning Wanfeng stared at him, but for some reason, she saw a strange trace of sadness in those suddenly fierce eyes.

He whispered: "I don't think so."

Although this person looks contemptuous and arrogant, the vigor and calmness of his body cannot be pretended by the bottom-level gangsters.

Even in the seemingly lazy sitting posture, there is still a trace of upright pride, more like it has been tempered in some special training.

"You know shit." Yuan Zuoyi suddenly cursed inexplicably, "Before the zombie wave broke out, I killed a living person with my own hands, do you understand?!"

He took a deep drag on the cigarette, and threw it casually, the cigarette butt with the red star falling on the side of the road with the wind.

Standing up, he yelled darkly at the front co-pilot: "Come to the back!"

The bald man flipped out of the car in a hurry, and jumped behind carefully.

Yuan Zuoyi didn't say a word, his body was like a flying eagle, and he slid into the passenger seat nimbly at the speed of the car with his hands on the front window.

"Be careful, the other one is awake, don't tell them to talk!" His voice came coldly.

... In front of the huge villas, there are layers of protective fortresses, and behind the simple bunkers, there is actually a trench that is not shallow.

Seeing the pickup truck come back, someone behind the door immediately removed the blocking sack.

The vehicle sped past, only to hear the person on duty below shouting with a smile: "Boss is back! Oh, Ting An is driving, what good thing did you come back?"

Yuan Zuoyi sat in the car window, didn't look outside, and threw down half a pack of cigarettes: "Be careful at night, let a zombie come in, and you guys will clear the cesspit in the community for me!"

Several people were laughing and joking, fighting for the half pack of cigarettes: "Thank you boss! We won't go to the cesspit, hahaha, Xiao Lin and the others haven't been punished yet, they did a good job!"

The laughter is young and cheerful, and in this gloomy zombie world, there are very few people who are heartless.

Ning Wanfeng didn't say a word, but her heart was full of anxiety.

If Shang Lang could not get in with Ning Duo, he would secretly park the car far away.Shang Lang is a very courageous kid, if he sneaks in at night to save others, how can he be against these well-trained adult men? !

The pickup truck was parked in the parking lot of the community. Yuan Zuoyi jumped down first, grabbed a walkie-talkie on the driver's platform, and said coldly in the radio wave of "Zi la zila": "Take the two kids in the back as well." Catch it in."

There was a "Zi La" sound from the intercom, and a familiar voice sounded indifferently: "Got it."

Ning Wanfeng clenched her teeth.

The man who was in charge of laying the traps in the drugstore and never showed his face was actually following behind Shang Lang and the others!

Brother Chicken? ...or Brother Ji?

The rear compartment opened, and the bald man picked up the unconscious Ning Cheng and jumped to the ground, then called Ning Wanfeng: "Get down yourself!"

Ning Wanfeng didn't say a word, and lightly jumped out of the carriage with her bound hands behind her back.

In front, just as Yuan Zuoyi got out of the car, several people rushed over: "Boss, something happened!"

Yuan Zuoyi was about to walk towards Ning Wanfeng, when he heard this, he stopped suddenly: "What?"

The man in front shouted anxiously: "Doctor Li went out with today's outing team to find supplies, and now he is trapped in the Qianzhong Community! Someone broke out to ask for help, saying that the information was wrong, and there were so many zombies over there. It's as if someone specially lured them there!"

Yuan Zuoyi's face darkened, and he quickly ordered to the young man in the driver's seat: "Ting'an, follow me first."

He turned to the bald man: "Stay here, go and call those bastards from the cesspit, and drive there immediately!"

The bald man was anxious: "I'm fine, just a little injury, I can handle it!"

Yuan Zuoyi gave him a cold look: "If you don't want to get an infection and waste medicine, go back and rest!"

The bald man lowered his head in frustration, covered his arm that was scratched by the crossbow arrow, and gave Ning Wanfeng a hard look.

With a steel knife in his hand, Yuan Zuoyi jumped onto the truck again: "Ting'an drive!"

The pickup truck made a sharp turn, drew an arc in the night, turned around and rushed towards the entrance of the community.

The bald man looked at the car, and suddenly yelled again: "Boss, what should we do with these two little boys!"

Yuan Zuoyi's voice came from afar: "Separate the switches."

After a pause, he suddenly called out again: "The one who is awake, shut it up in my room."

……

Shang Lang was held by the neck by a big hand, holding Ning Duo in his arms, panting, jumping and struggling on the ground.

"You bastards, let me go!"

Ji Banxia's palms were like iron pliers, pinching the back of his neck: "If you move around again, your brother will die."

Shang Lang's eyes were red with anger: "You are talking nonsense!"

Ji Banxia grabbed him and walked through the guard post: "Don't you just want to find medicine? If you don't go in and have a look, how do you know if there is hope?"

Shang Lang stopped struggling immediately, his eyes flicked from side to side, and suddenly asked: "Is this Lingshui Garden?"

Ji Banxia was noncommittal.

Shang Lang said again: "Some of my classmates live here, I have been here before."

Ji Banxia answered indifferently: "Most of your classmates are dead."

Shang Lang was furious: "Bah! Why are you cursing people?"

Ji Banxia wasn't angry either, she just said dumbly: "Lingshuiyuan was the first few neighborhoods to die. When we were looking for a place to camp, we counted them all over."

Shang Lang suddenly fell silent.

Although a group of luxury villas can be seen vaguely around, even under the dim starlight, suspicious dark stains can be seen on the walls of the mansions everywhere.

Electricity is scarce, and it is only supplied for a certain period of time a day. It is obviously not the time. Although there are people walking around in an orderly manner from time to time, there are no lights everywhere.

Ji Banxia led him until he walked to a small independent villa, opened the door and entered, and called, "Qinghang?"

A crisp boy's voice sounded in the darkness immediately: "Here we come."

The thin flashlight lighted up from the side door of the living room, and a small figure of a boy ran out and called to the door: "Uncle Ji, come and eat the bread, Brother Hong brought it just now. It's a bit hard, but it's delicious!"

Seeing the two figures beside Ji Banxia, ​​he exclaimed in surprise: "Huh?"

Ji Banxia took the comatose boy from Shang Lang's hand, carried him into the darkness, and Shang Lang jumped up and down behind him anxiously: "What are you doing? Where are you going to snatch him?"

Ji Banxia was familiar with the house, broke into the guest room by the corridor in the dark, and put Ning Duo on the bed: "Qing Hang, show him."

Shang Lang followed in step by step, anxious and angry: "Why do you want him to show you?"

It was pitch black, and the boy's face could not be seen, but judging by his stature and hearing his childish voice, he was probably a little smaller than Xiao Duo.

What can a brat see? !

The little boy stood at the door and ignored him, but smiled at Ji Banxia and said, "Uncle Ji, get this big monkey away. An outsider, don't let him see where I hide the medicine."

Shang Lang was furious, and was about to refute, when his neck tightened, and Ji Banxia picked him up again.

He is extremely strong among boys of the same age, and he is also very good at sports, but once he falls into Ji Banxia's hands, he is restrained everywhere, like a little chicken, and he hates him so much that his teeth itch.

But no matter how hard he struggled, there was nothing he could do. In a blink of an eye, he was dragged out of the door by Ji Banxia, ​​and walked to a nearby villa.

Ning Duo was holding on at first, staring at the pharmacy, but it didn't take long before he couldn't hold on to the high fever and finally passed out.

Along the way, he woke up a few times, but seeing that Shang Lang was the only one driving the car beside him, he vaguely thought that something bad happened to both his uncle and Ning Cheng, and he held his breath in his heart, making it even more uncomfortable, and he fainted again past.

In a daze, it seemed as if the body was being hugged and bumped endlessly, and later, it seemed to be lying on a soft place again, just like the familiar picture of Simmons at home in the past.

On the hot forehead, a piece of coolness finally fell, it was the touch of long-lost ice, like a dream.

After a while, the cold feeling faded a little, and another piece of colder one came back.

He also had a fever when he was a child, and his mother used ice packs in rotation to help him physically cool down.

But how long ago was this memory? ...Drowsy, he seemed to vaguely remember something.

The zombie virus has been out for two years, not to mention ice, even electricity is already an extremely luxurious thing.

And his father and mother... are no longer there.Uncle worked so hard that he went back to the city alone and found the bodies of his parents trapped in the bedroom.

Tears slowly slid down from the corners of his eyes, unconsciously.

But soon, something soft brushed against his cheek and wiped away his tears.

It seems to be two short fingers, a little clumsy, accompanied by a soft and clear boy's voice: "Don't cry, don't cry, is it hard?"

The rustling sound rang in his ears. Someone raised his head with difficulty, stuffed a capsule into his mouth, brought over a water glass, and coaxed in a low voice: "Take the medicine, and you'll be fine tomorrow." Yes. Believe me, although I am young, I have studied with Dr. Li for two years, and she praised me that I will definitely be a doctor in the future."

After feeding the medicine, the clear boy was nagging again: "We are safe here, Uncle Ji brought you back just to save you... Hey, drink some more water, you have a fever for more than two days, right? Very dehydrated."

Ning Duo listened drowsily, half asleep and half awake.

The coldness on the forehead continued all the time, someone was busy all the time, and his small body walked back and forth in the pitch-black room, like a hardworking little hamster.

... Shang Lang was locked in the guest room on the first floor of the villa next door, and the door was locked outside. He was anxious and angry, and slammed on the door for a while: "Let me out! Where did you get Uncle Ning and the others? If they Whatever happens, I will kill you!"

It was quiet outside, no one answered at all.

Ji Banxia left him and disappeared long ago.

He smashed the door in vain for a while, and finally realized that there was no way to get out. After thinking about it, he ran under the window and began to concentrate on dealing with the protective fence above.

This kind of luxury villa area generally has good properties, no one is afraid of security issues, and no one installs iron railings on the beautiful windows on the first floor, but since the outbreak of the zombie wave, this kind of windows with a clear view is the most dangerous.

Now this room is no exception, it has long been nailed to death with wooden strips from the outside.

Shang Lang was not discouraged, he opened the toilet tank in the bathroom of the room, removed a connecting steel bar, lay down by the window, and began to pry the wooden bar little by little.

It's just wooden slats, not reinforced concrete, and it's used to guard against zombies, not people.

Sure enough, after a while, a wooden bar was pried open by him, and it fell off with a "click".

He was ecstatic in his heart, and was about to start to pry the other one nearby, when suddenly, in the dark night outside the window, a delicate little face was silently revealed.

As pale as paper, only the size of a palm, the dark eyes were looking at him with good eyes through the wooden fence.

Shang Lang bumped into such a silent little face unexpectedly, he was so frightened that he suddenly fell back, his screams were choked up in his throat.

What is this?A little zombie? ! ...

The little boy stared at him with blood on his face. The next moment, he stepped back and opened his mouth suddenly.

A scream broke through the dark sky: "Come on, there are zombies who are about to escape!"

……

The sky is gradually getting brighter, and the dawn suddenly appears.

Several cars came galloping, knocked down layers of zombies on the quiet street, and approached Lingshuiyuan.

The gatekeeper was eager to see through, and when he heard the roar of a motor in the distance, he immediately moved the sack away, and several cars rushed in one after another and stopped in the parking lot.

A group of people jumped off the ground quickly, carrying people up, holding hands together, and rushed towards the villa in front of them.

A woman galloped to the front, her long hair was black and luxuriant, her slender figure was wrapped in a camouflage uniform, and her voice was calm: "Ask the power team to send electricity to Building 5, 104, send someone to prepare hot water, and open the simple operating room. "

Someone immediately agreed: "Okay, Doctor Li!"

Yuan Zuoyi was covered in blood, standing in the distance, with an uncontrollable hostility on his cold face.

The bald man rushed over from the side, saw the person on the stretcher at a glance, and shouted: "Ting An! What's wrong with Ting An?"

Someone's voice choked up: "The hand is broken..."

The bald man let out a fierce howl, and his voice was about to change in pain: "Yes, did the zombies bite you..."

While running, Li Hongling snorted coldly: "The zombie bit me, and I will bring it back? It was chopped up by someone, so I have to try to catch it."

The bald man turned from sadness to joy: "Ah, yes! Doctor Li, you are an expert in surgery, you will definitely help him replant his amputated hand, right?!"

……

Yuan Zuoyi stood in the rising morning light, watching his companions and subordinates go away, his whole body was still tense.

After a long while, he turned around, carried the steel knife, and walked towards his residence step by step.

His footsteps were steady, as if he had never experienced a night of life-and-death struggle at all, more like he had already gotten used to more difficult adversity than this.

Opening the half-open door, he slowly walked up to the second floor.

The morning light outside the window was already slightly bright, and a faint glow was reflected on the carved glass at the corner of the second floor.

He absently pushed open the door of his master bedroom, and when he pushed the door, he froze there suddenly.

In the misty morning light, a blood-spitting picture suddenly hits the eyes.

A thin and graceful figure stood in the room with his hands raised high, and was hung from the beam. His two slender legs were separated, and each side was tied with a hemp rope, tied to both sides of the foot of the bed.

Hearing the sound of the door, he suddenly raised his drooping head, turned his head with difficulty, and looked behind him.

A white face has been washed clean at some point, with star pupils and sword eyebrows, gentle and handsome, but a bright red cloth was stuffed in his mouth, which set off his white face like jade, and set off the embarrassing and angry face even more. The expression has a strange beauty and fragility.

Rao had seen too many beauties like jade, but when he first saw this exciting scene, Yuan Zuoyi still had a bang in his mind, as if he had been hit hard in the heart by something.

He took a deep breath, did not enter the house, turned around and rushed to the corner of the second floor, and shouted downstairs with a cold and stern voice: "Death Bald, come here."

The bald man hurriedly ran over from the living room on the first floor, and asked towards the stairs, "What's the matter, boss?"

Yuan Zuoyi grabbed the broom at the corner of the stairs, slammed it over, and gritted his teeth in a low voice: "I told you to tie people up in my room, who told you to tie them up like this?! There has been no electricity for two years, how the hell are you still What little porn can you see?"

The bald man flew to dodge, dodged the broom, and yelled: "Boss, you don't know, this little white face is very fierce. I kindly took him to the bathroom, trying to wipe his dirty face, but you see."

He stretched out his leg and lifted his trousers, revealing a bruise on it: "Damn it, he suddenly became a leg sweeper and kicked me away!"

He was extremely aggrieved: "His hands are still tied, and I almost couldn't touch him. Fortunately, there were three or four brothers on patrol nearby, and they held him down. If he wasn't tied like this, he would be injured again in a few minutes." people!"

Yuan Zuoyi scolded again after a while: "Then why do you gag him?"

The bald man was even more aggrieved: "Last night, another little boy also ran away. It turned out that he had been pretending to be unconscious. The brothers searched for most of the night before catching him again. If he didn't gag his mouth, if he opened his mouth and yelled, maybe and call his companions to find him."

Yuan Zuoyi was finally speechless.

Standing at the corner of the stairs for a while, he slowly dragged the steel knife and stepped into the door again.

Instead of going in directly, he went into the bathroom first, cleaned the blood on the steel knife, and then came to the big bed, looking at the young man with his hands hanging high and his legs spread wide.

Ning Wanfeng stared at him, with shame and anger shining in her extremely beautiful eyes.

Yuan Zuoyi looked at him quietly for a moment, and didn't move to help him untie, but suddenly said: "Your little nephew, I have asked someone to give him antibiotics, the best kind."

Ning Wanfeng's eyes suddenly widened, both surprised and delighted.

Yuan Zuoyi said again: "Your little brother also wanted to run away like you, but we caught him again, so he probably will suffer a bit."

Ning Wanfeng whimpered, her Adam's apple jerked, and her eyes regained anxiety.

In a moment, his expression changed from surprise to anger, vivid and vivid, like a graceful stag trapped by a hunter.

Yuan Zuoyi stared at him quietly, the steel knife in his hand gleamed coldly, but there was no hostility in his eyes, there seemed to be a very shallow and secret gentleness.

He suddenly raised his hand, and the cold light flashed across without a sound, and the ropes on Ning Wanfeng's head and ankles were all broken.

Ning Wanfeng staggered, stood firm, looked at him, seemed to be hesitating whether to jump up and fight, or take a rest.

Yuan Zuo stared at him intently, backed away until he reached the edge of the bed, and then sat down wearily.

Under Ning Wanfeng's sharp and suspicious eyes, he leaned against the bed without any defense, and closed his eyes.

The morning light outside the window finally brightened, shining through the transparent glass on his handsome face like a sculpture, and there was a strange silence in the room.

After a long time, he said calmly: "My place is strictly disciplined, but very fair. Among all the forces in the city, we are not the biggest, because we are not serious enough."

Unable to hear Ning Wanfeng's response, he continued: "But here, at least I have urgently needed medicine, enough food for the time being, and a group of good brothers."

"By the way, I also have a little nephew named Yuan Qinghang. His parents passed away together. Before the outbreak of zombies, he died in the line of duty... He should be about the same age as your nephew. If the two can be together When you grow up, you won't be so lonely."

With his eyes still closed, he calmly extended an invitation to the young man he had just met for the first time: "Are you willing to stay?...I really hope you can join us."

There was silence on the other side, only the sound of Ning Wanfeng's rapid breathing.

"I, Yuan Zuoyi, never force people." The man's voice was tired, but also arrogant, "If you don't want to, you can just turn around and leave. Go downstairs and ask Ah Guang to take your people away, and I will send someone to escort you You go out of town."

After a long silence, Ning Wanfeng's clear and soft voice sounded softly: "I still want to ask a question."

"You ask."

"What...what did you do before?" Ning Wanfeng asked word by word, "I want to hear the answer."

Yuan Zuoyi opened his eyes, and there was a slight redness in the corners of his eyes.

"Undercover." His eyes were cold, and he suddenly let out a short self-deprecating sneer, "Is there anything more ridiculous in the world?... I have been doing this for so many years, and when I was about to return to the sun, suddenly something I can’t even go back. I’m dead on the line, no one has checked the files, and even the drug dealer leader I’ve been following for years... was bitten to death.”

Ning Wanfeng stood there in astonishment, and the room was truly dead silent.

Finally, he spoke softly, and the morning light outside the window became brighter, reflecting his face as white as jade.

It also reflected the bright light in his eyes and the warm smile on his lips: "Okay... I am willing."

(End of the article)