Film and TV time travel: reselling supplies as soon as the end of the world

Seeing that Nun Miejue was just eating the steamed bun, Zhou Yang slapped his forehead, took out two bags of pickled mustard from his arms and placed them in front of Nun Miejue.

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention to these details!" Zhou Yang took the chicken leg awkwardly, tore open the package and started to chew it, his mouth full of oil!

While chewing, Zhou Yang saw Nun Miejue burping. He calmly took out a bottle of Nutri-Express from his arms, opened the lid and placed it in front of Nun Miejue.

When Master Miejue saw this familiar bottle, her face looked a little ugly.

"Don't worry, this is just a drink made from milk from the grassland." After saying that, he started to gnaw on his chicken leg again.

After hearing Zhou Yang's explanation, Miejue's frown relaxed. This sweet drink with the aroma of milk really tasted good. He picked up the bottle and took a few sips, and then a few more sips, before swallowing the steamed bun that was choking him. A few minutes later, Miejue finished the steamed bun and drank up the Nutri-Express bar that Zhou Yang gave him.

Zhou Yang stood up, looked at Nun Miejue, hesitated for a moment and pointed at the corner of his mouth: "There is still a little milk stain here!"

Miejue was a little embarrassed by Zhou Yang's words, and she reached out and wiped her mouth carelessly. Zhou Yang saw that Miejue had not wiped the milk stains on the corners of her mouth, so he squatted down and reached out to wipe the corners of Miejue's mouth. Halfway through, Zhou Yang paused, and Nun Miejue was also petrified.

Zhou Yang withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and said awkwardly: "There's still a little bit there, wipe it yourself."

He took another peek to see Miejue's reaction, and saw that she just wiped the corner of her mouth expressionlessly. Zhou Yang suddenly realized that Miejue was quite pretty. He calculated the time and found that Miejue was only 29 years old this year. He had been in the Yitian world for more than four years, so he was already in his 30s.

"Fuck, fuck, I can't think about it, I can't think about it." Zhou Yang quickly shook his head and put aside the thoughts that he shouldn't have.

Miejue saw Zhou Yang suddenly start shaking his head like a lunatic, shouting "Don't think about it, don't think about it", and immediately felt ashamed and angry. Who knows what dirty things this bastard is thinking about? She drew out the Heavenly Sword and said angrily: "Zhou Yang, do you want to die? If you feel tired of living, I will fulfill your wish today!"

Zhou Yang retreated five meters in an instant, waved his hands and said, "No, no, no! Master, please don't misunderstand me, don't misunderstand me!"

"Hmph!" He angrily put the Sword back into the scabbard and slowly walked towards the dense forest.

Zhou Yang watched Miejue walk forward and could only follow silently. At this time, Xiao Honghou's body kept vibrating on his chest. Zhou Yang quickly held Xiao Honghou down, not knowing what this little girl was going to do now. He couldn't let her out at this time.

The two of them walked one after the other. Zhou Yang was bored and was thinking about whether he should buy a set of bone conduction headphones and microphone next time so that he could talk to Queen Hong.

Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound from the front. Zhou Yang looked up and saw that Miejue had fallen to the ground. It was obvious that he was too weak.

Zhou Yang quickly stepped forward to help her up and said, "Master, are you okay? Sit down and rest for a while!"

Then he took out a bottle of Nutri-Express from his pocket and handed it to Nun Miejue.

When Miejue saw that it was this drink again, her face immediately turned green. She began to doubt the boy's motives. Seeing Zhou Yang smiling and trying to please her, she wanted to refuse. But after such a long journey, her body was still so weak, and her throat was so dry that it was about to smoke, like a knife cutting.

Helplessly, Nun Miejue took the Nutri-Express bar again with a snort. Seeing Zhou Yang staring at her, her expression froze, and she stopped her hand and said, "You, turn around!"

Zhou Yang pointed at his nose and asked, "Me? Why should I turn around?"

After feeling Miejue's murderous gaze, Zhou Yang said helplessly: "I can turn around, but you can't stab me with the Heavenly Sword."

Nun Miejue ignored him and just stared at him. Feeling her unfriendly gaze, Zhou Yang turned away helplessly. He walked forward a few steps worriedly, muttering, "You're just drinking water, and you're afraid of being seen."

Seeing that Zhou Yang was worried about her and took two steps forward, Nun Miejue was a little angry: "You are judging others by your own standards!"

Zhou Yang ignored her and thought, "Better safe than sorry."

The two of them rested for more than an hour. Zhou Yang looked at the sky and saw that it was almost noon, so he said, "Let's go? I don't know how long it will take to get out."

Nun Miejue tried and found it difficult to stand up, so she said, "Go!"

Zhou Yang didn't react for a moment, and couldn't figure out what Nun Miejue was doing. He asked, "Why?"

"I can't walk in my current physical condition."

"Ah? Is that so? Then I'll carry you!" Zhou Yang said and squatted in front of Master Miejue.

"Hey, aren't you afraid that I will stab you with the Heavenly Sword?"

“I can’t just leave you here alone. If you really stab me to death, it will be my bad luck!” Zhou Yang thought to himself, I haven’t even used my VIP privileges yet, why should I be afraid of you stabbing me?

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear any movement from Nun Miejue, so he asked impatiently, "What happened again?"

Looking back, he saw that Nun Miejue's face was slightly red and her expression was a little embarrassed. Zhou Yang said seriously: "We are all children of the underworld. We should act according to the circumstances. Don't be so fussy at this time!"

When Nun Miejue heard Zhou Yang speaking so shamelessly and righteously, she really wanted to stab him to death with a sword. However, thinking of her current situation, she could only slowly climb onto Zhou Yang's back. After Zhou Yang carried her on his back, she tried to straighten her back to prevent her body from touching Zhou Yang's.

Zhou Yang carried Nun Miejue on his back and started to move forward. The atmosphere between them was a little awkward.

In order to ease the embarrassment, Nun Miejue asked Zhou Yang, "You are so young, why do you want to join the Demon Cult?"

"This is a long story. It all started three years ago. At that time, I was obsessed with martial arts and wanted to become a disciple. Wudang was a famous and upright sect, so I went to Wudang Mountain first. However, before I could even get in, I was stopped by Mo Shenggu's disciples. They said that I was too old and my physique was already formed, so I would not be able to achieve great things in the future. So I went to Huashan Mountain."

"Wait, you said three years ago? How old were you three years ago? How did you reach this level of martial arts in three years?"

"Three years ago? I was 26! I must have had some luck to be where I am today!"

Nun Miejue was surprised that in three years, a man who knew nothing could escape from her hands safely. Zhou Yang's internal strength seemed to be very strong and masculine. He was a martial arts genius. Wudang rejected this person, which was really a missed gem. Such a hero could also be used by the righteous martial arts world.

Hearing that Zhou Yang had some opportunities, Nun Miejue knew it was inconvenient to ask about this, so she continued to ask: "You went to Huashan, and they also rejected you?"