Stay with the zombie male god in the apocalypse

Wei Mu woke up after smelling blood.

He opened his eyes, blinked twice in a daze, and suddenly realized what he sat up, and immediately looked for Qing Yan's figure.

Fortunately, soon, he saw Qing Yan sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to him, fiddling with something in his hand.

Hearing the movement behind him, Qing Yan immediately looked back, then rubbed Wei Mu's head and said, "Are you awake?"

Wei Mu first felt the warmth of Qing Yan's palm with joy, but after realizing it, he was very embarrassed, pushed his hand away, and roared viciously.

Don't touch my head!

Qing Yan had no choice but to hold Wei Mu's hand, rubbed his palm twice before saying, "Do you feel uncomfortable? I treated your wound while you were asleep."

Knowing that Wei Mu couldn't hear, he gently pointed to Wei Mu's body while asking.

Wei Mu lowered his head, only to find that the shrapnel buried in his body had been disposed of. Although it looked bumpy and there were a few holes in the joints, which was a bit scary, at least there was no foreign matter stuck in his body.

"Can these injuries heal?" Qing Yan's fingertips landed on Wei Mu's gray skin, looking at the mottled and terrifying marks on it, his heart ached, "There are still ears, can they heal?"

Wei Mu didn't respond, but just looked around. He could smell a strong smell of blood, but he didn't see a single corpse.

He threw himself in front of Qing Yan and pointed to his mouth to show that he was hungry.

Qing Yan took out the bird he shot down with a gun last night, plucked its feathers and fed it to Wei Mu. He seemed to think of something, and smiled: "It was my fault before, I didn't remove the feathers for you, and I will give you all the feathers in the future." Shall I fade my feathers?"

He didn't forget that when he woke up, there were still a few feathers stuck in his throat. It is estimated that Wei Mu caught the bird and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Thinking that he was not abandoned by Wei Mu, and was taken care of by Wei Mu for a period of time, Qing Yan secretly hated why he was in a coma at that time, and it would be nice if he was awake.

Reaching out to hug Wei Mu, Qing Yan's blood-stained heart was filled at once.

He closed his eyes, rubbed against Wei Mu's neck twice, and said indulgently, "Amu, my Amu."

As long as Wei Mu can be protected, it doesn't matter how much blood is on his hands.

If there is really any retribution, it's good that it all come towards him, he doesn't want Wei Mu to suffer any more harm.

Wei Mu gave Qing Yan a sideways look, remained calm, and continued to gnaw on the bird's neck.

Annoyed by Qing Yan's hug, he pushed Qing Yan away, and then looked Qing Yan up and down.

After making sure that the smell of blood was not coming from Qing Yan, he jumped out of bed and wanted to go out to have a look.

He remembered that there were still many people who had hurt him outside.

As a result, before he could get off the bed, he was hooked back by Qing Yan's arms and forced to sit on Qing Yan's lap.

Turning around and staring fiercely at Qing Yan, Qing Yan sighed, found a clean cloth and wrapped it around his body which was covered with holes.

"You still dare to run around like this?" Qing Yan whispered, looking at Wei Mu's expression as if he was looking at some disobedient child, "Be careful if you walk twice, your bones will fall apart."

Wei Mu frowned and looked at his arms and shoulders were tied with a huge bow, felt something was wrong but couldn't tell.

Seeing that Qing Yan still dared to hug him, he grabbed Qing Yan's hair with one hand and cursed:

"Ow!"

Don't think that you can hug me casually after saving me, let go!

Seeing that Qing Yan refused to let go of himself, Wei Mu's forehead twitched twice, and he yelled twice in succession.

"Ow!"

If you don't let me go, I won't leave a corner for you after I find the territory!

It's a pity that Qing Yan listened to Wei Muzhong's angry cry, his face was full of relief, he couldn't help rubbing Wei Mu's head, and clenched his fists to encourage him: "Ah Mu's cry is really nice, I like to hear it."

Wei Mu was annoyed, and stared at Qing Yan's smiling face, seeing that Qing Yan didn't intend to let go at all, so he finally gave up struggling.

He looked up at the sky with his unrequited love, and when he was really angry, he plucked Qing Yan's hair.

When Wei Mu was playing with Qing Yan's hair on Qing Yan's shoulder, he suddenly smelled the smell of other humans.

He immediately looked at the door warily, and saw that the door was slowly pushed open, and a man in his thirties entered.

The moment the man came in, Qing Yan's gentle brows and eyes were slightly frowned, and there was a little chill in his eyes.

The moment the man was lucky enough to see Qing Yan's face change, his throat choked up, and he almost knelt down to Qing Yan in a state of extreme fear.

Seeing Wei Mu in Qing Yan's arms again, he trembled all over, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Amu." Qing Yan supported Wei Mu's waist, let Wei Mu lean on his back, looked at the man in front of him, then pressed Wei Mu's ear, and asked very softly: "Has this man hurt you? "

When speaking, he pointed to the person in front of him, and pointed to the wound on Wei Mu's body.

Even though he knew that Wei Mu couldn't hear, Qing Yan still talked to Wei Mu all the time to ensure that he could find out when Wei Mu's hearing showed signs of recovery.

Wei Mu watched Qing Yan's movements, tilted his head and thought for a moment, and immediately understood what Qing Yan meant. He frowned, looked the man up and down, and then shook his head.

"That's it." Qing Yan murmured, as if it was a pity.

"I really didn't hurt your zombie!" The man was already sweating on his back in less than a minute, and said to Qing Yan with difficulty.

Qing Yan raised his eyebrows, stretched his body and said with a smile: "That's why you can live until now, isn't it?"

The man shivered, and this time he didn't even dare to lift his head.

The man's name was Wu Yu, he was a pilot, and he was always glad that he was able to stay in the fourth area when the end of the world broke out.

A scientific research base was built in the fourth area before the end of the world. Although most of the things inside are unusable now, some instruments can still vaguely observe scenes in other areas.

In other areas, either mutated plants were rampant at this time, or large numbers of mutated zombies appeared.

Only their four quarters, whether it's mutated plants or mutated zombies, are in a very stable state.

In addition, their leader happened to be a very prestigious researcher. With the help of the foundation of the scientific research base, they manufactured a lot of weapons and daily necessities for them, allowing them to live a life that is not much different from that before the end of the world.

The only thing that gives them a sense of urgency is that the contribution value cannot be reset to zero.

In order to contribute value, Wu Yu followed a team of dozens of people to District [-].

He thought it was an easy task.

But just a few hours ago, he had just escaped from hell.

Even though he was still alive, his eyes were still splattered with blood, and countless screams and wails echoed in his ears.

It was a carnival of fresh life.

It was a carnival that belonged only to Qing Yan.

The messy and piercing gunshots made the whole snowy night tinged with blood.

Wu Yu will never forget that when he squatted next to a helicopter and saw the rising sun, how dazzling the snow covered with blood was.

At that time, he only felt that his stomach was overwhelmed, but he could only cover his mouth abruptly, afraid that he would spit it out.

Just at this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching, subconsciously closed his eyes, waited for a long time but did not wait for anyone to approach.

But when he opened his eyes again, he saw a shadow cast on the snow field he was going to.

Looking up, I saw Qing Yan sitting on the helicopter, smiling at him.

That smiling face was especially bright in the early morning, but it was chilling.

"Congratulations!" Qing Yan clapped his hands and said happily, "You have survived to the end. As the last survivor, I can give you a chance."

Wu Yu once thought that he would have a chance to escape after meeting Qing Yan, but when he really faced Qing Yan, he found that his legs were completely out of his control.

So many people died, but in Qing Yan's eyes, it was just a game completed.

This is a lunatic, a lunatic who kills without blinking an eye!

He was screaming crazily in his heart, but he could only hear his own voice that was at a loss and a little scared, "Opportunity?"

"Yes!" Qing Yan jumped out of the plane, reloaded the pistol in his hand one by one very elegantly, and raised the corners of his lips at the same time, and said in a hearty voice: "As long as you tell me the reason why I let you go, I won't kill you."

When Wu Yu was hiding, he probably knew that the disaster they suffered today was because of a zombie.

When the non-biting zombie was sent over, he also went to see it, but he didn't do anything to the zombie, he just took a look out of curiosity.

Thinking of this, he immediately said, "I never hurt your zombie!"

Seeing that Qing Yan didn't stop loading the bullet, his expression changed, and seeing that the muzzle of the gun in Qing Yan's hand was about to be aimed at himself, he hurriedly said: "I, I can fly a plane, as long as you let me die , I can completely obey your words and help you pilot this helicopter!"

After all, his face had completely lost its color, and his whole body was shaken into a sieve in the snow unconsciously.

Fortunately, Qing Yan really put away the gun.

"That's good, I'll just wait for your words." Qing Yan stepped forward on the heavy snow, patted Wu Yu's shoulder, and said happily: "As for whether you have hurt A Mu, you said no." Forget it, I'll have to ask Amu myself later."

Hearing this, Wu Yu just sat down on the ground, what a joke, how could the zombie be conscious, if the zombie answered indiscriminately, wouldn't he be dead? !

But he had no chance to refute at all. After seeing Wei Mu wake up from the window, he made more than a dozen mental preparations before finally entering Qingyan's room.

Seeing Wei Mu shaking his head now, his eyes immediately turned red, if he was not afraid that Qing Yan would be displeased if he cried, he really wanted to cry right now.

He didn't expect that Wei Mu was really conscious, and he hadn't angered him because of others.

It turns out that zombies are really likely to regain their sanity.