Shock! The male protagonist has turned dark again, the host should pamper him

Xu Muzhe had been gone for a day and a night. Han Jianchuan was extremely hungry and lay on the bed without any strength left.

He used to be able to endure hunger, but he had been living too well recently, and his stomach could no longer withstand the hunger.

Han Jianchuan couldn't bear to eat the two candies Xu Muzhe gave him, so he kept them on the desk.

Whenever I feel wronged, I will go over and touch her a few times.

Han Jianchuan knew that he should go out to find food, but his desire to survive was not strong. He lived alone every day, with occasional meals.

I see no hope for the future and instead feel like I might as well just starve to death.

Han Jianchuan bit his lip, his eyes were red and swollen, and there were traces of tears on his face.

Bad man.

Don't take him with you if you leave.

Just coax him a little, speak to him in a softer tone, and don't be harsh with him all the time, and maybe he will agree to leave with you.

Han Jianchuan suddenly stood up and walked to the desk angrily, ready to eat the candy so that he wouldn't be annoyed.

But when he was about to open the package, he still hesitated, and finally chose not to put it down.

At night, Han Jianchuan leaned weakly against the door, looking at the balcony with a confused look.

Just as he was dozing off, there was a clanging sound outside the door.

Han Jianchuan woke up immediately and wondered if there were any zombies coming up.

He swallowed and went to the kitchen to get a knife.

Xu Muzhe’s words suddenly rang in my mind: Don’t use a knife that is too short, or you won’t be able to protect yourself.

Han Jianchuan put down the fruit knife and took out a baseball bat from the closet.

Then he took a flashlight, gently opened the door a crack, and shone the light out.

A rotten face appeared in his sight, shocking Han Jianchuan so much that his breathing trembled.

God, no matter how many times he watched it, he still found zombies disgusting.

The zombies noticed Han Jianchuan opening the door and rushed over quickly.

Han Jianchuan quickly closed the door and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

His eyes became moist and he smiled in surprise.

"Why are you back?"

"Idiot, close the door." Xu Muzhe yelled at Han Jianchuan while chopping zombies with an axe.

Han Jianchuan saw Xu Muzhe surrounded by zombies and was worried that he would be bitten by the zombies. He did not care about exposing his special physique and rushed over to help with a baseball bat tightly grasped.

Seeing that he was already here, Xu Muzhe couldn't say anything, so the two of them had to fight the zombies back to back.

He originally tried his best to avoid the zombies, but he didn't expect that there were several of them hiding under the building. When he opened the rusty iron door, the loud noise attracted the attention of the zombies, so they chased him here.

Fortunately, there were not many of them, and the two worked together to quickly kill several zombies.

Han Jianchuan let out a long sigh and looked at Xu Muzhe nervously, "Are you okay? Are you injured?"

"Don't worry about it for now, let's go inside."

Han Jianchuan nodded, took Xu Muzhe's hand and brought him back into the house.

After closing the door, Xu Muzhe seemed to be exhausted. He sat on the ground and leaned against the wall.

Han Jianchuan took out a candle from the drawer, lit it with a match, and then came to Xu Muzhe.

Xu Muzhe smiled at him and patted his backpack, "It's full, and there's also your favorite eight-treasure porridge."

Han Jianchuan felt a lump in his throat and suddenly hugged Xu Muzhe.

"I thought...you weren't coming back..."

Xu Muzhe hissed softly, and Han Jianchuan realized something was wrong and quickly let go of him.

I just discovered that Xu Muzhe was injured in the abdomen, and his white T-shirt was stained with blood.

Han Jianchuan cried, not knowing where to put his hands.

"Don't worry, it wasn't a zombie bite." Xu Muzhe said with a relaxed smile.

In the end times, food is the most precious thing, and it is inevitable that we have to rely on robbery to get it.

He was fighting with two men for food and was stabbed in the abdomen with a knife during the fight.

Xu Muzhe thought of something, took out a gun from behind and stuffed it into Han Jianchuan's arms.

"This is for you. Use it to protect yourself in the future."

Han Jianchuan wiped the tears from his face vigorously.

"I hate you so much, you need to protect yourself."

Xu Muzhe couldn't help laughing and pinched the soft flesh on his face.

"You hate me, so why are you crying?"