The system asked me to save people, and he agreed with his life

The price for Shen Yue's strength was that he remained as motionless as a dead fish, and all the minor injuries that had healed on his body collapsed.

Wen Wan smiled and squatted next to him: "You were injured to begin with, and no one will laugh at you if you can't hold on, so why bother trying so hard?"

"I want to become stronger."

Shen Yue also wanted to laugh a little. For the first time, he felt that he was indeed a little weak and needed to be strengthened.

"Okay." Wen Wan took his arm, "Shall I drag you to a cleaner place to lie down?"

Before Shen Yue could speak, Wen Wan had already attacked him.

He was quite big, but he was dragged away by Wen Wan like garbage. Wasn't he lucky that the ground was smooth, at least there would be no more scratches?

Lowering his eyes to see that the places he had mopped were cleaner, Shen Yue really felt that there was no need to move, but he let her go.

After they ransacked all the places they were supposed to search, Shen Yue regained some of his strength.

Xie Chenyuan glanced at the watch on his wrist: "It's time to make lunch."

One sentence attracted the attention of three people, all full of expectation.

Yan Jinxi put out the RV and Wen Wan took out the ingredients he wanted to eat.

Looking at Shen Yue again, he was stuck there like a stick and didn't know what to do. Wen Wan poked him with her elbow: "Is there anything you want to eat?"

"Can we still order?" Shen Yue's tone rose slightly.

Xie Chenyuan smiled gently when he heard this: "No, you will eat whatever I do."

Wen Wan and Shen Yue both know that this 'you' is referring to them, but they are not picky. Everything Xie Chenyuan cooks is delicious, and eating their favorite dishes is the icing on the cake.

"What do you want to eat now and then?"

As soon as Xie Chenyuan asked about the past and present of the banquet in a tone that was so soft that it made people's ears numb, the two slightly redundant people looked at each other and moved away in tacit understanding.

Yan Jinxi took his hand and said, "Let's have something simple for lunch."

His arms were very tired from swinging the sword non-stop. He should have rested, so how could Yan Jinsi be willing to let him go to the kitchen without stopping at all?

After soothing his muscles, Yan Jinxi just raised his feet to handle the ingredients, and Wen Wan hurriedly came up to help.

Yan Jinxi stopped her: "You all have worked hard, I'll take care of lunch."

Wen Wan and Shen Yue hadn't realized the seriousness of the matter yet, so they thought they weren't too tired and just got together to help.

Yan Jin and Xie Chenyuan raised the spatula in a decent manner, heated the pot and poured oil into it. The order of putting the ingredients was not much different from Xie Chenyuan's.

The dishes are coming out of the pot and the rice is just cooked.

"It smells so good! Boss, you said you can't cook. Aren't you very good at it?" Wen Wan looked at Yan Jinxi with bright eyes, "Is there anything else you can't do, boss?"

Yan Jinxi remained silent, not intending to accept the compliment.

The four of them sat down, and when Wen Wan couldn't wait to take a bite of the fragrant dish, she was the one who was silent this time.

That's sloppy, I just praised you too early.

Shen Yue was also surprised why Wen Wan, a talkative little boy, suddenly stopped talking and took a big mouthful of food in her mouth. The veins on her neck bulged, and she almost couldn't spit it out.

Okay, he understood her silence.

The two of them set their sights on the boiled shrimp. The seasoning was made by the chef Xie Chenyuan, and the sight of it whetted their appetite.

Inadvertently, they reached out and peeled off one and dipped it in. As soon as they put it in their mouths, the two of them felt that they were alive.

Yan Jinxi knew very well that he really had no talent in cooking. He was clearly copying Xie Chenyuan's recipe one to one. There was no difference in appearance, but the taste was always hard to describe.

It’s not that it tastes bad, it just doesn’t taste good.

So I made a big pot full of boiled shrimps, and the other three side dishes were just for decoration.

Xie Chenyuan remained calm as he ate the dishes that Wen Wan and Shen Yue no longer touched, slowly, as if he was tasting them.

The banquet was a bit unbearable: "Eat more shrimps."

She put the shrimp rolled in the dipping sauce into Xie Chenyuan's bowl, already anticipating how earnestly people around her would try to persuade her if she talked about cooking in the future.

“It’s made in the past, and it’s delicious.”

Yan Jinxi couldn't hold it back and rolled his eyes at him: "I don't know what level I am? Eat shrimp!"

Xie Chenyuan wanted to laugh, but Yu Yanjinxi had a threatening look in his eyes, and he forced himself to hold it back: "Okay. I will be the one doing the cooking from now on."

Wen Wan said: "I can also learn to do it!"

Shen Yue thought for a while: "I helped cook in the kitchen of a five-star hotel. It shouldn't be difficult to pick it up again. I can do it too."

Yan Jinxi: "..." Oh, she can't do it.

-·-

Outside the seafood market, two dirty cars stopped.

A bald man with a tattoo on his head touched his head, swallowed the cigarette butt in his mouth, and cursed: "Damn, there are zombies all over the ground. Did the official base send people to clean it up?"

It’s also evil.

Last night I walked into the thermal weapons depot, and it was a similar scene to now. I thought I could pick something up when I went in, but I didn't expect to find even half a bullet. It was so empty that I thought I was in the wrong place.

A yellow-haired man was hunched over with a flattering look: "Brother, do you want to go in and take a look?"

The tattooed bald man ignored him and glanced at the car behind him where no one was getting out: "Damn, you mess with people regardless of the occasion!"

The tattooed bald man stepped forward impatiently and kicked the front of the car, took out another cigarette, lit it, and started puffing away.

"Come out here quickly, my belt is so loose. Do you want me to help you solve the problem from the root?"

There were six people sitting in the car behind. In the back seat, a handsome man and a woman were being held up and down by two supernatural beings. They were about to take off their clothes. The car shook, and the voices of curses were very disappointing, but no one dared to say anything. refute.

The car door opened, and the squinty-eyed young man took back his hand to unbutton his clothes. He looked at the little lamb who was pale and dared not move with disgusting eyes: "Let you go for now. Let's have fun again when we get back."

The gap-toothed middle-aged man leaning against the car door on the other side was unhappy: "Aren't you only interested in women?"

Diao Shaoyan boasted a charming smile: "It's good to change the taste."

There was a man and a woman, and the woman only had porridge and side dishes, which was a bit worse than the man.

"Sometimes men have more taste." He laughed and closed the car door.

"Fuck." The toothless man pinched the man's thigh and warned: "Don't even think about running away. I am a psychic psychic. If you make any move, I will be the first to notice.

If you don't want to die, just be good. "

There are a total of eight superpowers in this team. The leader, the tattooed bald man, came out of prison. The other people are either like him. They recognized him as their boss in prison and followed him to hang out. They are either gangsters or in the end of the world. I was doing very poorly before, but once I got lucky and awakened my superpower, I suddenly felt that the weather had cleared up and the rain had stopped, and I felt like I was doing well again.

When a few like-minded people come together, there is nothing they dare not do.

Many people were harmed along the way. The man and woman in the car were not the first, but they were definitely the last.

Yan Jinxi pointed his fingers on his arm and said to his teammates who were finishing their meal and planning where to go next: "It's time to get to work."