I'm in love with the reborn doomsday boss

Yuan Xingche would come back from outside the small city-state, and when he entered the house, he would see Song Miluo sitting on the sofa, counting the fruits on the tea table.

"You're back." Song Miluo showed Yuan Xingche the fruit in front of him like offering a treasure: "I sold the fruit for three days, and saved more than 80 supernatural fruits."

Yuan Xingche ignored those supernatural fruits, walked over and hugged him in his arms: "Are you tired?"

Yuan Xingche was very hot and strong, Song Miluo almost felt that he was being held in his arms.

"I have someone to help me with any dirty work in the small city-state, are you tired?" Song Miluo asked.

Yuan Xingche has been toiling outside the city for two days, yet Song Miluo can still see the blue and black under his eyes.

"Did you not sleep well?" Song Miluo touched his lower eyelid lightly with his hand.

"It's okay." Yuan Xingche took him into his arms again, and he put his chin on Song Miluo's shoulder.

He rarely showed such an attitude of attachment and dependence, leaning on Song Miluo, putting all his weight on Song Miluo.

"Miss me?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"Who did you learn to be coquettish from?" Song Miluo's neck and collarbone were itched by his stubble.

"This is acting like a baby." Yuan Xingche smiled, deliberately rubbing against his bare skin.

Song Miluo wanted to escape, but he was a little obsessed with it. It was very different from the previous feeling. He liked Yuan Xingche's dawdling by his side very much.

In the past, Song Miluo knew that he liked Yuan Xingche, and he liked it so much that he hid under Yuan Xingche, so it didn't matter.

Yuan Xingche said that he wanted to see him shine.

Song Miluo also liked this feeling of equal power, Yuan Xingche hugged him and did not move, Song Miluo followed Yuan Xingche's example and kissed behind Yuan Xingche's ear.

The memory of being with Yuan Xingche is too far away, but Song Miluo can be sure that it must be different then and now.

"You kiss me." Yuan Xingche said, pressing Song Miluo on the sofa, "Let me kiss you back!"

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Yuan Xingche had been busy outside all night. Last night, the campsite was attacked by more than a dozen third-order zombies. He didn't sleep much all night. Now he was a little sleepy. During this time, Song Miluo liked to cling to Yuan Xingche and sleep.

Yuan Xingche approached Song Miluo, and when he smelled the faint fragrance of Song Miluo, he would feel at ease, and did not intend to suppress his drowsiness.

"I fell asleep." Yuan Xingche said.

When I asked him just now, he also said that he was not tired, Song Miluo didn't expose his bravado.

"I'm looking at you." Song Miluo said.

Looking at Yuan Xingche's sleeping face, Song Miluo couldn't bear the sleepiness and climbed into bed too.

He lay down beside Yuan Xingche.

Yuan Xingche got a little tanned, and his facial features appeared more three-dimensional. Yuan Xingche's nose bridge was very high, eyebrow peaks were very black, a sharp sword eyebrow, his eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were pitch black.

Song Miluo touched Yuan Xingche's lips with the pulp of his index finger. For such a hard person, his lips were soft.

Song Miluo withdrew his finger and put it on his lips, thinking of Yuan Xingche and the feeling when he kissed him, and then his face turned red with shame.

The next day, Song Miluo planned to set up a fruit stand for another day, save enough supernatural fruits for a hundred, and use a crushing posture to kill the Yuzhong base in anger.

Compared with Song Miluo, Yuan Xingche's progress is a little behind. When Dai Ma was sweeping supplies, Yuan Xingche was dueling with the third-level zombies, but after all, the number of third-level zombies was too small, and Yuan Xingche had tried his best to kill the third-level zombies that could be killed. But only more than 40 zombie crystal nuclei were obtained.

The place where Song Miluo usually sets up a stall is on the pedestrian street. Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo plan to return to the industrial area tomorrow. Those who are willing to go with them to open up wasteland have already been greeted. They pack their bags today and leave tomorrow.

Yuan Xingche went on a mission outside the small base again, because he was afraid that he would be delayed on the way if he encountered a third-level zombie.

Simply stay in the small city-state, selling fruits with Song Miluo.

The small city-state specially planned hundreds of acres of land to give birth to Song Miluo.

There are watermelons, grapes, lychees, red bayberries, plums, and peaches, all of which are in season, and at the request of Zang Hongai, Song Miluo only ripened some of them, leaving the rest to ripen naturally.

Every morning, the logistics department of the small city-state will come over to help pick them, and some of them will be given to the logistics department of the small city-state, and the other part will be sold by Song Miluo.

The supernatural fruits that were screened out were all given to Song Miluo first, as a trump card for the development of new bases.

Song Miluo came to sell the fruit in person, which is to familiarize himself with his own role in advance.

After all, he already wanted to occupy the best shop and sell the freshest fruit.

Song Miluo sells fruits differently from others, he does not weigh them, and sells all fruits individually.

Ten peaches and two watermelons are worth one city-state coin, and when the big ones are finished, fifteen peaches and three watermelons are worth one city-state coin.

Business is very good.

What Song Miluo didn't dare to tell Yuan Xingche was that he had several regular female clients with supernatural powers.

Yuan Xingche was holding a snakeskin bag to help someone pick fruit when he heard some people discussing it.

"Look, that's the one, the fruit seller."

"Well, both of them are very handsome."

"That's right, why are there two people today? The new one seems to be pretty good too, full of hormones and full of masculinity."

The corners of the supernatural woman's mouth almost reached the ears when she smiled.

"Why are you so excited? Didn't you fall in love with that tall, thin, white and tender fruit seller? Didn't you change your mind?"

Her companions helplessly spread their hands at this woman who is facing Qin Muchu.

With Yuan Xingche's help, Song Miluo counted the money until he was soft.

"Business is good today." Zang Hongai said, his boss really loves Song Miluo. He used to think that tasks that were not dangerous enough were a waste of life, but now selling fruits with Song Miluo feels at ease.

But he didn't dare to say, who can stop Yuan Xingche from pampering someone he likes.

Song Miluo peeled a lychee: "This hanging lychee is so sweet, try one."

Yuan Xingche took a sip, and it was really sweet.

Zang Hongai felt that he hadn't seen it.

"Do you want to buy lychees?" Song Miluo asked.

Zang Hongai originally wanted to say not to buy it, but after taking a look at Yuan Xingche, he felt that it would be very unsafe if he didn't buy it.

"Buy." Seeing the two of them eating, he was really a bit greedy. He didn't know if a mouthful of fresh and juicy lychees was a sweet and cloying love.

And the female supernatural person suddenly felt at peace, and he even suspected that these two people did it for her.

What she didn't expect was that Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo got along even more in private than this.

"Or you can buy me a lychee, let's go."

"Okay." Love is gone, food is always there.

The fruits were almost sold within half a day, and Song Miluo was very satisfied looking at the supernatural fruits that were picked out.

"In the future, it will be convenient for us to have a hundred people with supernatural powers in our base." Supernatural fruits are neither rotten nor rotten. In case someone in the base is bitten by a zombie, there is no need to wait to see life and death. can be cured.

Building a base is harder than you think.

Zang Hongai's temper was too reckless, and he told Yuan Xingche several times that he didn't want to be the lord of a small city-state, and wanted to offload the burden to Yuan Xingche.

Now Yuan Xingche is about to leave, and he doesn't accept his tricks.

Under Yuan Xingche's suggestion, the small city-state also began to repair the high walls. Now there are more and more third-level zombies, and there are more zombies who can cross the pits. Ordinary people living in the small city-state are not so safe.

When Yuan Xingche left the small city-state, he took about 50 people with him.

Among them, there are more than a dozen supernatural beings, and the rest are relatives of supernatural beings.

Brothers Lin Buer and Qin Doutian both stayed in the small city-state. After all, everything had to be rebuilt at the new base, and Yuan Xingche couldn't bear to bring two half-grown children there to suffer.

Xiong Hu, Jiang Du, Dai Ma, they are also willing to follow Yuan Xingche.

On the way to the industrial area on the highway, the wheat fields on both sides of the highway were harvested.

From south to north, when we were about to reach the industrial area, we met a large army of people rushing to collect them.

In front are large harvesters, about thirty or forty, working at the same time. There are countless supernatural beings standing on both sides of the road, followed by planters.

The wheat stalks were smashed, smoke and dust were everywhere, and there were supernatural beings guarding the food on the side of the road. They stood neatly by the side of the road with their hands behind their backs. Any zombies who wanted to approach would be ruthlessly killed.

"Look at those supernatural beings, they may have been brought by Chen Yangshuo from the base in Jizhong."

When the wheat cabin of the harvester is full, it will be dumped on the tricycle and pulled to the nearby granary.

The Jizhong base organized a rush to harvest, but the nearby bases were a little greedy to see the truckloads of grain being taken away.

This summer, there was little rain and little wind, and the ripe wheat didn't fall down much. The harvest was much better than expected.

Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo quickly took out the map and looked at the nearest granary on the map.

The two smiled at each other.

Coincidentally, the location of the granary is not too far from the industrial zone and the Yuzhong base, and there is a large flour mill near the granary.

Just behind the industrial area.

"I think my fruit business can start."

Song Miluo was overjoyed. People say that the time and place are favorable for people to be harmonious, and it is easy to talk about people being harmonious.

In the future, a large base in the Central Plains will gradually rise.

When they arrived at the industrial area, Yuan Xingche first led Xiong Hu and others to drive away all the zombies on the national road in front of the gate.

Dai Ma went inside to rest.

Song Miluo and Jiang Du are two people, each with a rocking chair, and each with a sun hat.

I comfortably sell fruit on the side of the road. The national highway is the only way to go to the granary. At the beginning, I passed the supernatural person with the newly harvested wheat. I saw a fruit seller suddenly on the side of the road. A little curious.

Of course, there are also those who really stop to ask the price.

"Hey, two students who sell fruit, how do you sell this fruit?"

The tricycle did not turn off, and the person in the car asked.

"A third-level crystal nucleus is one hundred catties." Song Miluo said.

This time he brought a scale.

This group of supernatural beings are all on the front line, guarding the harvester, preventing zombies from interfering.

There are quite a lot of third-level zombies killed, but the crystal cores are already stretched for cultivation, although they are greedy, they can still bear it.

Seeing that no one wanted to buy it, Song Miluo lay on the recliner with a straw hat covering his face and continued to sleep.

On the first day of trial operation of the fruit shop, the first person to buy Song Miluo's fruit was Chen Yangshuo.

When Chen Yangshuo arrived at the stall, Song Miluo, the hands-off shopkeeper, was sleeping with a straw hat on his face, snoring a little.

"How do you sell the fruit?" Chen Yangshuo said loudly on purpose.