I conquer the end of the world with slippers

Hao Ming stared blankly at the slippers handed over by the other party. It took him a long time to react, and he looked down at the slippers in his hand.

I compared it several times, and finally confirmed that the slipper that the other party handed over was the slipper that he couldn't find!

"Thank you." Hao Ming took the slippers while thanking him, and suddenly felt something was wrong, "Huh? Why are my slippers here with you?"

"I picked it up." The other party replied.

Hao Ming was stunned for a moment: "Where did you pick it up?"

He guessed that even if he accidentally lost his slippers, Cheng Fanglin or Song Lian would help him pick them up if he wanted to pick them up. How could they be picked up by a stranger?

The other party still had that cold, indifferent, but patient tone: "I picked it up outside, but it fell into the pile of zombies."

Hao Ming recalled that when he was unconscious, he seemed to be beating zombies with slippers... Uh, wait, fell into a pile of zombies?So how did this guy pick it up? !How did he know that the slippers belonged to him? !

There were so many doubts for a while that Hao Ming didn't know what to ask first.

Instead, the other party took the initiative to explain: "Some time ago, someone teleported out to find something. I guess he came to pick up your slippers for you, but I'm worried, and I still want to give it to you myself."

Hao Ming: "..."

The one who can teleport is Song Lian, right?No matter how you look at it, you are more worrying than Song Lian, hey!

"Where is he now?" Hao Ming asked vigilantly, his mind was filled with the image of Song Lian being dragged to a corner by the person in front of him and killed secretly.

Objectively speaking, the person in front of me looks pretty good-looking.

The facial features are deep, the eyebrows are picturesque, and the long and dense eyelashes are enviable.

But he is really suspicious!

A head of slightly curly hair is almost covering the eyes, and I don't know how long it hasn't been cut.

The clothes on his body were torn as if they had just experienced an explosion, and there were still traces of scorched black!However, there was no trace of scars on the body under the clothes.

Fuck, don't even have shoes?

Hao Ming looked down at the opponent's two slender legs, looked at those dusty feet, and remained silent for a long time without speaking.

Perhaps because he was uncomfortable being watched, the other party's toes curled up slightly, and then he answered Hao Ming's question just now: "Probably fell asleep."

——It was Song Lian.

"Sleeping?" Hao Ming came back to his senses, raised his head, and looked at the person in front of him again, only then realized that he might have been in a coma for a long time, "What time is it?"

"do not know."

"Is it night?"

"Ah."

"How long have I been in a coma?"

"do not know."

"One day? Two days?"

"long time."

"Oh..." Hao Ming took two steps back and sat down on the edge of the bed. He suddenly felt like he accidentally fell asleep while watching a TV series, and when he woke up, he found that the plot couldn't be connected at all.

He tried to sort out everything from beginning to end: "That is to say, after I fell into a coma, everyone successfully entered the refuge, and then Song Lian found that my shoes had fallen off, so she went out to help me find them, but before that, you had already picked them up." My shoes, because I didn’t trust him and wanted to give them to me personally, I asked him to bring you in, but I wasn’t awake at that time. Now I’m awake, but everyone is asleep, so I only saw you when I came out—yes Is that so?"

"Ah."

"Then the question is, there are so many zombies outside, how did you manage to pick up my shoes without getting hurt?"

"do not know."

Hao Ming: "..."

Fine.

Hao Ming found that no matter how much the person standing in front of him knew, as long as his question was not right, his answer would always be "don't know".

Take the initiative to supplement?nonexistent.

Hao Ming sighed, decided to go to sleep again, and asked Song Lian directly when Song Lian woke up.

Thinking of this, he once again thanked the person in front of him, and issued a eviction order tactfully: "Thank you, if there is nothing else, you should go to bed earlier."

"Yeah." The other party responded, turned around and left. He walked so neatly that Hao Ming was taken aback.

Uh, is it so easy to pass?

Speaking of which...he always felt like he had seen this person somewhere before.

But he can't remember...

If you can't think of something, just don't think about it.

After the man walked away, Hao Ming closed the door and went back to bed.

Perhaps it was because the exhausted physical strength had not fully recovered, or maybe it was because he knew that the environment he was in was absolutely safe—in short, after Hao Ming lay back on the bed, he fell asleep not long after.

He slept so peacefully that he didn't even move a finger for half an hour.

However, half an hour later, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The light in the room was always on. Under the dim light, he lay on the bed with his eyes open for a while, and suddenly sat up from the bed expressionlessly, stared at the closed door for a while, and took it easy. Get out of bed.

The slippers were placed next to the bed, but he stepped on the ground with bare feet as if he didn't see it, and then got up and walked to the door.

Different from the heavy metal door in the shelter, the door in the room is made of wood, thin and light. With a slight push, it will open outward with a "squeak" sound, and it will not stop until it is opened to more than 120 degrees.

Hao Ming's hand that pushed the door froze in the air for a moment, then he came to his senses, put down his hand, and walked out of the room unhurriedly.

Because he didn't wear shoes, he walked silently. From the door to the end of the corridor, he seemed to float rather than walk, like an illusory ghost.

There is a hall at the end of the corridor. There are sofas in the hall and a long table in the middle, which looks like a conference room.

At this moment, a person was lying on one of the sofas, and instinctively turned his head when he heard the movement.

In this way, the eyes of the two intertwined, and there was a moment of silence.

Hao Ming stopped walking and looked at the person on the sofa expressionlessly.

After the person on the sofa looked at him for a few seconds, he sat up gracefully from the sofa, crossed one leg and swung the other, and continued to stare at him quietly, obviously waiting for him to speak.

Hao Ming remembered this person.

Without any foreshadowing, he blurted out: "Why don't the zombies attack you?"

His voice was very clean, without any emotion, and it sounded a little cold.

The person on the sofa was the one who handed the slippers to Hao Ming half an hour ago. When he heard this question, he didn't even blink his eyes, and responded with three words: "I don't know."

"Who are you?" Hao Ming changed the question.

The other party automatically understood that he was asking for his name, and said, "Qi Zun."

Hao Ming opened his mouth slightly, and wanted to continue asking questions, but was interrupted by the other party: "Who are you?"

Hao Ming hesitated to speak, stared at this person who called himself "Qi Zun" for a while, struggled for a while, and finally said his name: "Ling An."

"Ling An." Qi Zun repeated the name, and for the first time a confused expression appeared on his face - when he hadn't come in yet, others didn't seem to call him that.

and……

"You look very different from just now." Qi Zun said.

This time, Ling An ignored his words and asked himself: "Why are there zombies?"

Qi Zun: "I don't know."

Ling An: "Why did the end of the world come?"

"I don't know." Qi Zun wondered if this is the same question?

Ling An: "Why don't the zombies attack you?"

Qi Zun: "..."

Was this question asked just now?

Ling An: "Why do zombies attack humans?"

Qi Zun: "......"

A universal answer can't hold up too many questions.Moreover, Ling An's aggressive appearance made Qi Zun feel a little offended.

Therefore, Qi Zun did not answer the last two questions Ling An asked, but after a few seconds of silence, he asked back: "Why do you think I know the answers to these questions?"

"Because your aura resembles that of a zombie." Ling An blurted out, paused, and added, "The aura of death."

Qi Zun tilted his head, wondering what Ling An's "breath" refers to?

Are you saying that he looks bad in disguise?

Without waiting for Qi Zun to respond, Ling An said in a tone that did not allow resistance: "Come here."

Qi Zun watched him silently without moving.

Ling An repeated: "Come here."

Qi Zun: "..."

Qi Zun doesn't want to fight, really.

Thinking that one thing more is worse than one thing less, finally, after taking a deep breath, he obediently stood up from the sofa, walked towards Ling An, and walked in front of Ling An not long after.

Under his probing gaze, Ling An raised a hand and pressed it to his chest.

At that moment, Ling An frowned inconspicuously, because he felt that he was pressed on a piece of ice——Qi Zun's body temperature was very low, it was completely the temperature of a corpse.

However, after feeling it carefully, Ling An could feel Qi Zun's heartbeat through his palm, and the frequency was the same as that of ordinary people.

Qi Zun just stood there quietly, letting Ling An feel his own heartbeat.

After an unknown amount of time, Ling An finally realized something and withdrew his hand, raised his head and looked at Qi Zun.

This time, the confused face turned into Ling An: "You are alive."

Qi Zun: "..."

Ling An: "What is your ability?"

"I don't know." Qi Zun blurted out, but this time, after answering the question, he asked again, "What is a supernatural power?"

"The ability is..." Ling An was just about to answer when his head suddenly became dizzy.

He didn't struggle, just closed his eyes neatly and relaxed his body.

The unconscious body suddenly went limp, and Qi Zun reached out to hug him almost out of conditioned reflex.

Just like that, Hao Ming's body crashed into Qi Zun's arms, and he leaned against him, sticking closely to him.

Qi Zun first put one arm around Hao Ming's waist, then in order to prevent him from slipping down, he also used the other hand, and stood there for a long time with a puzzled expression on his face.

After confirming that Hao Ming really lost consciousness, Qi Zun bent down, put one hand on Hao Ming's knee, and hugged him horizontally.

This body is lighter than Qi Zun imagined, it is not difficult to hold it.

After confirming that he could walk with Hao Ming in his arms, Qi Zun looked up at the deep corridor and walked forward along the corridor.

The next morning, Hao Ming woke up from his own bed. When he woke up, he felt like a spring breeze all over his body.

He stretched out on the bed in a large shape, then sat up yawning.

Although I was not refreshed, I felt much more comfortable than last night.

After sitting quietly on the bed for a while, he turned over and got out of bed, put on his slippers and ran out the door.

He misses Brother Cheng!

However, after he really went out, he didn't know where Brother Cheng was?

Unlike the deserted feeling last night, people would walk by in the corridor from time to time.

Hao Ming stood at the door and hesitated for a while, but finally decided to take the initiative.

Guessing that Cheng Fanglin's room would not be too far away from him, he knocked on the door next door first.

—no one answered.

He had to knock on another door next door.

— still no answer.

"Brother Cheng?" Hao Ming wasn't sure whether to try knocking on the door across the corridor.

However, before he could make a decision, he heard a familiar voice: "Hao Ming? Are you awake?"

Hao Ming subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice. When he saw Song Lian's familiar face, he was so excited that he almost rushed over: "Song Lian! Where's Brother Cheng?"

Hearing him ask Brother Cheng, Song Lian showed an expression of "as expected", and responded with some helplessness: "He is helping people with psychological counseling, you go and wash your face first. He will not disappear, don't worry."

"Oh..." Hao Ming responded reluctantly.

Song Lian: "Turn right in front of the bathroom and walk to the end."

Hao Ming: "OK."

Rather than washing his face, Hao Ming really wanted to see Cheng Fanglin first, otherwise he was worried.

But since Brother Cheng was busy, he didn't want to bother him. After much deliberation, he finally chose to wash his face first.

Hao Ming walked in the direction guided by Song Lian and arrived at the bathroom smoothly.

He hurriedly washed his face and went to the toilet before returning the same way.

However, on the way back, he caught sight of Qi Zun sitting on the sofa at the end of the corridor.

Huh?Isn't this the person who came to deliver the slippers yesterday?

Speaking of which, I haven't asked his name yet.

Thinking of this, Hao Ming quickened his pace and came to Qi Zun, showing him a friendly smile.

He was still a little uneasy yesterday, worried that Qi Zun was lying to him.

When I got up today, Song Lian was alive and well, and told him that Brother Cheng was also well. He was instantly relieved, even with Qi Zun, and even felt that he was a little rude last night.

After all, he didn't even ask the other party's name.

"Hello, thank you for helping me retrieve my slippers. My name is Hao Ming. What's your name?"

Hao Ming felt that it was necessary for him to know the name of this person—after all, it was such a kindness to help pick up slippers!

However, facing his friendly inquiry, instead of responding, Qi Zun looked at him with an inquiring gaze, as if looking at an alien.

Hao Ming blinked suspiciously, thinking that the other party hadn't heard clearly, so he said it again: "My name is Hao Ming, what's your name? I don't know your name yet."

This time, Qi Zun finally reacted and spit out two words: "Qi Zun."

"Qi Zun." Hao Ming repeated the name, convinced that it was the first time he heard it.

But, it's so strange, why does he always feel that he has seen this person somewhere before...

Hao Ming carefully looked at the person sitting on the sofa.

His posture is very relaxed, and his long legs have nowhere to rest, which is very eye-catching.

But what attracted Hao Ming most was his collarbone.

His collarbone is obvious, and the lines are so beautiful that they are distorted, like a carefully crafted work of art.

Hao Ming's eyes moved to Qi Zun's collarbone unconsciously, and he couldn't move away.

However, just when he wanted to appreciate it for a while, Qi Zun asked lightly, "If you are Hao Ming, who is Ling An?"