Stay with the zombie male god in the apocalypse

When Qing Yan was looking for water, Wei Mu couldn't sit still. He jumped up and lay down on the window next to him, watching Qing Yan walk out from downstairs, walking towards the crowd across the ground covered with a thin layer of snow. Tall and straight like a pine, one in a million.

Cang Cangxuejing is not as good as him alone.

Although it is a human being, it looks pretty good.

With a soft snort, Wei Mu leaned on his arm and looked at Qing Yan without blinking, hoping that Qing Yan could turn his head and find himself looking at him.

"If only I could turn my head around."

A strange but familiar voice suddenly appeared in my mind.

Wei Mu suddenly raised his head, the scene in front of him became blurred again, the snowy scene seemed to start to melt, turning into a lush green corridor, among the bustling crowd, Qing Yan also walked forward with his back turned to him.

But no matter how much he yelled Qing Yan in his heart, he never looked back.

They are like people with two paths that never seem to meet.

Shaking his head, the hallucination disappeared, and when he fixed his eyes, he saw Qing Yanzheng looking up at him, and when he saw him looking over, he raised his hand and waved, showing a bright smile.

"Be careful not to freeze."

Qing Yan said downstairs.

"I want you to take care of it!" Wei Mu replied viciously, with as fierce a tone as possible, and obediently got back into the room.

Seeing that Qing Yan was amused for a while.

When he came back, he had two buckets of water in his hand. The water was very cold. He was reluctant to bathe Wei Mu in ice water. He found firewood and heated it outside before bringing it into the room.

In the last days, people's life is already very difficult, and only Qing Yan still has a lot of attention.

He scrubbed Wei Mu from head to toe with a hot towel. The movements were neither light nor heavy. The comfortable Wei Mu pillowed on Qingyan's lap and snored in his throat.

When he was carried to the bed, he still hugged the quilt and rolled.

Qing Yan made Wei Mu comfortable first, and then went back to the bathroom to scrub himself.

There is no running water in this city, and all the water is collected by melting snow. The water source is still sufficient now. After a while, the third district will start to warm up, and there will be a shortage of water here again.

But Qing Yan didn't worry about this, he could take good care of Wei Mu wherever he was, lying on his side on the bed, wrapping his arms around Wei Mu's waist to coax him to sleep.

Seeing that Wei Mu slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep, he carefully reached out and hid Wei Mu in his arms, even blocking the light from the window, not letting anything get close to Wei Mu.

After all, Qing Yan's spirit was used to high tension, and he lost all sleepiness after sleeping for four or five hours.

He vaguely sensed something, and a streak of impatience quickly flashed across his eyes.

He got up, covered Wei Mu with a quilt before going out, and sure enough, he ran into Chen Zhiyu who was walking back and forth at the door of his room.

Seeing him coming out, Chen Zhiyu heaved a sigh of relief, lifted the wine in his hand, and said softly: "I thought you were resting so I didn't bother you. Now that you're awake, would you like to have a drink?"

Qing Yan's eyes paused for a moment on the wine bottle, and he nodded in an easy-to-talk manner, "Don't go too far."

Knowing that Qing Yan cared about Wei Mu, Chen Zhiyu immediately nodded, pointed not far away and said, "It's just downstairs."

Seeing that Qing Yan had no objection, he took Qing Yan downstairs, and sure enough, he saw a small bulge not far downstairs.

I think Chen Zhiyu should be buried there to bring the soil.

Chen Zhiyu first poured Qing Yan a glass of wine, and when he poured it for himself, he laughed lowly, "If others find out that we are stealing wine here, they will probably block us and beat us up."

He has never seen Qing Yan being beaten by anyone.

Thinking about it carefully, the most embarrassing appearance he had ever seen Qing Yan was when he was rescued by him in ragged clothes when he was in District [-]. After that, Qing Yan never suffered from others.

Thinking about it this way, what happened to Qing Yan at that time should have a purpose at all, and when Lenovo Wei Mu was in their base at that time, everything can be connected at once.

But now that he can stay here alive, he naturally has no right to be angry with Qing Yan for using him.

Qing Yan shook the wine in his hand, sighed lowly: "Do they dare?"

Chen Zhiyu was taken aback, thinking about it, who would dare to come up to Qing Yan?

Even the evolutionists here can't hurt Qing Yan!

"You're right." He couldn't help laughing, then raised his head and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp.

The concentration of the wine was not low, and Qing Yan could feel the strong smell of the wine just by smelling it. He looked sideways and saw Chen Zhiyu pouring himself wine one after another.

Perhaps because he was drunk, Chen Zhiyu shed tears while smiling.

"My family members are all dead."

He looked at Qing Yan, his eyes were bloodshot, he was still smiling, but tears welled up uncontrollably.

Smacking his mouth, he lowered his head and muttered inarticulately: "They are all dead, no one is alive, and the communication was not broken at that time, I was making a video call with them, asking them to hide, and wait for me to pick them up.

"Who knew before I could hang up the phone, my dad turned into a zombie and bit my mom.

"I went looking for them, but no one was found. At that time, I thought, what should I do during the Qingming Festival every year, and where should I go to pay homage to them?"

Speaking of this, Chen Zhiyu pursed his lips and laughed again, "I'm so stupid, who knows when Qingming is now."

Qing Yan sat beside him quietly, neither spoke nor drank.

"Then I met Zhang Feng, he is my best friend, Qing Yan, do you know how difficult it is to have a friend?" Chen Zhiyu opened his eyes wide, his tongue was a little curled up from drinking, "Have you ever met?" Before him, the 'friends' I met either wanted to rob my food or kill the people around me."

Especially when the end of the world just broke out and the whole world fell into chaos, all kinds of horrible scenes appeared in those days, cults, thugs, and some escaped criminals were everywhere.

Living in a peaceful environment all year round, when have they seen these horrible things.

Most people who can live to this day have experienced many hardships.

"It's really not worth dying for someone you don't like—"

Chen Zhiyu murmured, "If I had known earlier that he would end up losing his life because of feelings, I would have cut off his thoughts that he shouldn't have early on."

Hearing this, Qing Yan still didn't make any comments, but just spilled the wine in his hand in front of the bulge.

If you want to talk about feelings, he and Zhang Feng have something in common.

He also always pursues Wei Mu wishfully. If it weren't for the end of the world, maybe he wouldn't get half of Wei Mu's eyes until now.

Seeing Qing Yan's movements, Chen Zhiyu was startled, and poured a glass of wine on the ground involuntarily.

In the end, she buried her head between her knees, crying uncontrollably.

Qing Yan put away his wine glass, he was indifferent from the beginning to the end.

Wine is good wine before the end of the world, with a mellow aroma, but he will not drink this kind of wine that is not sure whether there is any additive in it,

It was as if he had indeed seen his shadow in Zhang Feng, but he would not sympathize with Zhang Feng and Chen Zhiyu.

He is Qingyan, he always has his own way, even if there is no apocalypse, he can't watch Wei Mu with other people.

He will only try his best to snatch Wei Mu when Wei Mu wants to be with others, even if it is forced, he will make Wei Mu his.

Morality is nothing in his eyes, and nothing is more important than Wei Mu.

Seeing that Chen Zhiyu finally drank too much, and finally lay on the ground unconscious, his hands and feet were blue from the cold in the snow.

Qing Yan got up and called for someone to take Chen Zhiyu back, while he patted the broken snow on his body and got up to look for Wu Yu.

Wu Yu flew the plane for several days in a row, and finally managed to get a good night's sleep, but he was awakened by knocking on the door while he was sleeping soundly.

He sat up from the bed in a hurry, subconsciously wanting to curse, did he know that harassing people to sleep would be punished by God?

Jumping off the ground and cursing to open the door, seeing Qing Yan standing outside the door, his entire anger was immediately quenched by a pot of cold water, and he immediately withered again.

"You, why are you here?"

"Did I bother you?" Qing Yan asked with a smile.

How dare Wu Yu nod his head, and quickly waved his hand to invite Qing Yan into his room, "Don't bother, don't bother, what do you want?"

"Don't be so nervous, just be casual." Qing Yan closed the door with his backhand, and first scanned the room, seeing that Wu Yu was still respectful, he couldn't help but motioned Wu Yu to sit down and talk, "Don't worry, I won't touch people here, as long as Ah Mu was not injured, I have always been a very kind and talkative person."

Regarding Qing Yan's shameless behavior of putting gold on his face, Wu Yu smiled, and there was only one thing in his heart - I believe in your ghost.

Seeing that Wu Yu was still nervous, Qing Yan stopped talking, and went straight to the point: "How much have you explored in the three districts so far? Do you have a map? Give me the map."

"This has."

Wu Yu hurriedly walked to the bedside, and took out a map in the drawer. The map showed about one-third of the third district.

Qing Yan looked at the map, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me a pen."

Wu Yu hastily and tremblingly brought the pen again.

It looked like Qing Yan skillfully drew on the map, but in more than ten minutes, the map was completed.

It's just that Qing Yan is not a professional after all, what he draws is at most a sketch, and requires professionals to measure and modify.

"The terrain and environment when I left the third district were roughly like this. There may be some changes now, but the general environment should not have changed." Qing Yan pointed to an area he had drawn: "Does the person who attacked you live here? ?”

"Yes!" Wu Yu nodded hurriedly, "That's right, they have a lot of weapons in their hands, and we can't explore the terrain in this area."

Qing Yan nodded, "Do you know the name of their leader?"

"The leader?" Wu Yu scratched his head, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I don't know who their leader is, but I know that someone came to negotiate with us before, and the person who negotiated was Yang Zhen."

Unexpectedly, when the words fell, the plainness in Qing Yan's eyes instantly faded away, leaving only a gloomy cold pool.