Stock up on supplies! Raise zombies! The end of the world is over!

Seeing Rong Qingyue opening the door in disheveled clothes, Ji Xun's eyes darkened slightly and his emotions were unpredictable.

He lowered his eyebrows, his tone as gentle as ever, "Arun, it's cold, I'll bring you a bed quilt."

Rong Qingyue looked down at Ji Xun condescendingly. Why was he not sleeping in the middle of the night to bring a quilt to Jiaojiao?

He snorted coldly and cursed Ji Xun in his heart, calling him a green tea boy with evil intentions!

Ji Xun raised his head and glanced at Rong Qingyue's wrinkled collar.

He felt that he was not worthy of Jiang Run, but that didn't mean Rong Qingyue was worthy of him.

Ji Xun would never allow Rong Gou to take Jiang Run away by relying on her beauty!

"What are you two doing? Come up."

Jiang Run leaned lazily on the sofa. Perhaps he had just washed his face, his skin was white and clear, like the finest porcelain.

When Ji Xun came up, he saw such a beautiful Jiang Run and could not take his eyes away for a moment.

Rong Qingyue felt that he was in the way, so he asked coldly, "The quilt has been delivered, why don't you leave, City Lord Ji?"

"What's the matter? City Lord Rong, do you have anything else to talk to Arun about? Arun and I haven't seen each other for a long time, and I want to chat more."

"City Lord Ji, Arun is very tired and she needs to rest."

"Then why don't you ask Young City Lord Rong to go back first?"

The two men were not to be outdone and met each other with swords.

It starts again, it starts again.

Jiang Run watched the two men talking nonsense out of boredom. Was there anyone who came to ask for her opinion?

"Arun wants to talk to me all night long."

"Jiaojiao likes to be with me."

Very good, their voices were getting louder and louder, Jiang Run covered his ears, "Can you please stop talking, it's so noisy."

Rong Qingyue patted her head soothingly, "Be good, Jiaojiao, I'll accompany you after I send this annoying guy away."

Ji Xun rudely slapped Rong Qingyue's hand away and said, "Arun, I will stay here with you tonight. You have been tired during this period."

The two men's eyes met in mid-air, and neither of them was willing to back down.

Okay, okay, you two are both masters.

If you want to make a fuss, go ahead. I won’t serve you anymore.

Jiang Run put on her coat and went to the RV next door where Zhu Ning was. Before leaving, she looked back at the two men.

"Since you guys are enjoying talking to each other, have a good chat tonight and don't sneak back to sleep~"

Amid their stunned gazes, Jiang Runzhong locked the car door with a smile.

The sound of the car door locking was heard, and the car became quiet instantly.

Everyone has left, why are they still arguing?

Rong Qingyue was the first to sleep on the bed. Jiaojiao's bed, no one with the surname Ji can touch it!

Ji Xun ignored Rong Qingyue and slept on the sofa, wrapped in the quilt he brought with him. With him around, Rong Gou had no chance of taking advantage of Arun.

……

Jiang Run got out of the RV and the cold wind completely dissipated his sleepiness.

She sighed, wrapped her clothes tightly, and prepared to walk around.

"Wen Xu?"

The tall figure was hidden in the shadows under the moonlight. When he heard Jiang Run calling him, he walked out with his head slightly lowered.

In fact, his face is not as scary as before. As his strength increases, the appearance of the Zombie King gradually becomes closer to that of a normal person.

Now as long as Wen Xu covers up a little, ordinary people will not be able to notice his abnormality.

With the help of the light, he could vaguely see his distinct facial features and outline. Jiang Run took a closer look and said, "Wen Xu, can you remember anything about your life?"

Wen Xu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, he couldn't remember.

He used to wander around in a daze driven by instinct, but later Jiang Run bound him with a jade Buddha to help him wake up from the chaos.

Judging from the clothes he wore, he should have been at least a senior executive or a wealthy second-generation when he was alive.

but--

"Before... it didn't matter."

"I just want to be with... my master."

he said solemnly.