I'm in love with the reborn doomsday boss

"Huh? Look at this car, the key is still inside." Song Miluo said.

There was still a car key in that Range Rover. If the key was not pulled out, the car would not lock the door automatically. When he pulled it, the door opened.

"Look, we have a car." Song Miluo said happily.

Yuan Xingche: "..."

That joy is indeed a bit like the young couple at home buying a new car...

On the moral level, Yuan Xingche has not yet overcome it, and he can take away the car parked on the side of the road as generously as Song Miluo.

This is a car with a top configuration of more than 300 million, and I don't know how the owner feels when he discards it.

People on the side of the road began to look at Yuan Xingche and Xiong Hu with envious and terrified eyes.

Envy their strength, fear their strength.

Two power-type supernatural beings opened the way ahead, and the obstacles were cleared in a short while, and the wide road was restored to at least half of its original size.

Xiong Hu and Yuan Xingche were sitting on the side of the road. Xiong Hu handed him a cigarette, but Yuan Xingche was not polite to him.

Many people hurriedly ran across this road, as if they had found a way out.

In the effort of half a cigarette, more than half of the people who were blocked just now walked over.

A few more cars came one after another, from the left and right sides, they walked towards each other, and collided again.

If it hits like this again, a road will be blocked again.

Yuan Xingche looked at the terrified people in the car, and then at the devastated city.

He sighed, stood up, moved the road again, and moved a car to the middle of the road, leaving a space for a car to pass on the left and right.

He jumped on the roof of the car, put the gun at his feet, and directed traffic resignedly.

The vehicles passing by on the left and right seemed to have found the backbone in an instant, and moved forward according to his command.

Beside Yuan Xingche, some zombies wobbled up to the roof of the car, trying to pounce on Yuan Xingche who was directing the road traffic.

Therefore, Song Miluo is more resigned to fate than Yuan Xingche.

"It's the same sentence, the benevolence of a woman! I knew you would do this a long time ago." Song Miluo said, Yuan Xingche couldn't see the suffering in the world, and he didn't know how many times he put himself in danger for the lives of others.

Song Miluo picked up Yuan Xingche's rifle and shot one at a time. The guns shot in the head, and the marksmanship was comparable to Yuan Xingche's.

I don't know how many times, Yuan Xingche did stupid things, and he was protecting Yuan Xingche who did stupid things.

To be honest, Song Miluo still misses this kind of feeling.

Song Miluo took care of many zombies around, and many old people, women, and children also started to escape by themselves.

A woman walked over leading a child, and they stopped in front of Yuan Xingche.

There was a look of fear in the woman's eyes, but she didn't flinch. She bent down and bowed in the direction of Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo. The child was ignorant, but she also bowed her head like an adult to express her gratitude.

Song Miluo was furious: "Okay, let's go!"

He can't stand a little sensational plot, and he still talks about gratitude in the last days, what a luxury.

Once he got up, he couldn't get off. This time, Yuan Xingche was so exhausted that he couldn't get off the roof until it was dark.

At first there were still cars going into the city, but later more people went out, as if there was only one exit in the whole city at a time.

The cars coming from behind were scrambling and wanted to overtake and cut in. Song Miluo was so frightened by the muzzle of the gun that he moved to aim at that he stepped on the brakes and honestly waited for the car in front to go first.

Even if there are more than tens of thousands of vehicles passing through this road, at least tens of thousands of people will die.

"What are you trying to figure out? You've been tired all day." Xiong Hu asked after bringing dinner back for them.

Xiong Hu said that he wanted to repay his life-saving grace, so he stayed here and did not leave. Even if Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo asked him to run for his life many times, he would happily help him.

The number of vehicles on the road also began to decrease.

The actions of the zombies accelerated significantly at night, at least they were similar to ordinary humans. The three of Yuan Xingche hid in a clothing store with rolling shutters at night.

After closing the door, it was finally safe.

Although there were sounds of zombies outside the door, human beings were afraid of the dark by nature. There were fewer human beings outside at night, and there were fewer bloody scenes during the day.

At least Yuan Xingche never heard human voices filled with pain.

The dinner that Xiong Hu brought was not a serious dinner.

That is to say, I asked for a lot of fast food from the supermarket hidden in the nearby supermarket. The three big men had one meal for dinner and one meal for breakfast. He asked for a lot...

But the people in the supermarket also saw Yuan Xingche helping to clear the road from a distance.

They set up defenses against each other, and everyone feels sad for their own fate, but suddenly there is one more person who is doing things for others regardless of safety.

He is just, kind, but powerful, and the people in the supermarket are not stingy.

Song Miluo said that he wanted to eat something hot, so he found some waste paper boxes in the clothing store and lit the fire, connected the water from the water dispenser, boiled a pot of water, and cooked a pot of instant noodles for the three of them.

Song Miluo sucked on the instant noodles, but since he got the rifle, Song Miluo never smiled.

"Do you want poached eggs? There are lettuce leaves here, what else do you want to eat?" Yuan Xingche asked, his attitude towards Song Miluo was a little more liking.

This afternoon, Song Miluo held the gun and didn't let go of his hand, and every shot was beautiful. He said he would be a dodder... Yuan Xingche thought, this is a golden dodder.

"I'm full of breath." Song Miluo stared at him, his peach blossom eyes were wide open, like cat pupils.

The two are very much like young couples arguing, making trouble out of nothing and making trouble for no reason.

But it was so greasy that Xiong Hu was too embarrassed to look at it.

"Why are you angry?" Yuan Xingche smiled.

"They're all ungrateful and unworthy of your help." Song Miluo said fiercely, holding the instant noodle bowl, he ate a mouthful of noodles slowly, and the words he said in a leisurely manner made people terrified.

Song Miluo said: "I want all human beings to die."

But when Yuan Xingche went to help others, he had no choice but to protect Yuan Xingche.

Xionghu on the side was stunned, not knowing what had shocked him, he laughed awkwardly: "Hahaha, this little brother has a second-grade illness and he hasn't recovered yet."

"No, no, it's awkward to quarrel with me." Yuan Xingche said, anyway, Xiong Hu thinks they are a couple, so let him misunderstand if he loves to misunderstand.

Xiong Hu said: "Okay, the two of you are fighting over the bed, go to bed early, and go out of the city tomorrow."

With that said, Xiong Hu just found a clean place by himself, and tried to avoid other young couples as much as possible.

He's not particular about it, and he's going to sleep as soon as he's crooked.

But Yuan Xingche listened to Song Miluo's words.

He firmly believed that what Song Miluo said was not angry or nonsense, but what he said in his heart.

In Song Miluo's previous life, there must have been very few good things.

He was a bit more cheeky, and imagined that Song Miluo had met him, which was one of the very few good things.

"Aren't you still alive?" Somehow, Yuan Xingche himself assumed the role of deceiving people.

"..." Song Miluo remained silent.

"Then don't I have to live?" Yuan Xingche asked again.

Song Miluo moved his lips, but he still didn't speak. He held the bowl of instant noodles by himself, and began to eat mouthful again. He took small mouthfuls, like a kitten. Before, he always whispered, but he would accidentally stick out his tongue when he was burned.

After holding the gun for a whole day, his arm lost strength, and now he is shaking a little, as if he couldn't hold the instant noodle bowl, so he put it on a small table, squatting by himself, Yuan Xingche watched from the side, he shrunk into this Tuan, how cute it looks.

How can it be so cute?

Yuan Xingche thought with a smile.

"Eat well, don't always have extreme ideas."

Song Miluo also wanted to be hysterical, but he could bear it.

He wanted to say that he was suffering.

He wanted to say that Yuan Xingche was suffering.

But he didn't want Yuan Xingche to know about that.

With the help of a little fire that was not completely burned, Yuan Xingche used the clothes from the clothing store to spread a few more layers on the floor, and made himself a simple cot. He said it was a cot, and it was very convenient for him to sleep on his own with his arms and legs stretched out.

As soon as he made the bed, Song Miluo sat up on it.

"It's soft." He said comfortably.

Yuan Xingche said: "It's soft, but I made it."

"Ah, it's not for me?" Song Miluo said, as if he was lying down.

"Do you love sleeping in my bed?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"Are you in love?" Song Miluo acted foolishly.

"Okay." Yuan Xingche said.He lifted the person up with one hand, sat down and put the person on his lap, and lay down: "Go to sleep."

If Song Miluo wanted to sleep here, he had to sleep on him. Anyway, the "bed" was only so wide, and Yuan Xingche didn't plan to sleep on him.

After a while.

Song Miluo's thick skin was polished off, and he blushed: "What kind of rascal are you playing!"

Yuan Xingche's thing under his ass is hard...

"Are you still soft?" Yuan Xingche was sitting on top of a person, and he couldn't fall asleep, and the person sitting on him was always twitchy, so it was normal for him to react a bit.

Seeing Song Miluo still not moving.

"What? Still want to play tricks?" Yuan Xingche asked.

But Song Miluo's body was stiff.

If he was really a straight man, he would have jumped up and run when he scolded the hooligan just now.

Yuan Xingche suddenly remembered what Song Miluo said, that he was once betrayed by his stepmother and stepsister and given to others as a plaything...

Song Miluo is definitely not a straight man, but whether Song Miluo has any pleasant memories of a man's body is hard to say.

The superb marksmanship shown this afternoon is still the largest fruit wholesaler in the black market, and the later Song Miluo will definitely not be a weakling who can be played by others.

Does Song Miluo still have a partner...

There is a nominal partner, Yuan Xingche.

Thinking of this, Yuan Xingche's body became even hotter.

Song Miluo's mood was sour, and he recalled some not-so-good memories with astringent and fishy smells.

He dared to wear shorts with suspenders, he dared to drive away a private car parked on the road at will, he dared to shoot a zombie's head off.

But when it comes to physical contact, he is more youthful than he imagined.

His ass is not soft at all...

On the contrary, it is hard...

"Yuan Xingche..." Song Miluo's voice was small and trembling, afraid that Xiong Hu, who was also sleeping in the store, would hear the movement of the two people here.

"Song Miluo." Yuan Xingche was bolder than him, and he pushed up.

Song Miluo's whole body seemed to be ejected from a launcher, and he jumped away, about two meters away from Yuan Xingche.

"Don't sleep anymore? Then I'll sleep." Yuan Xingche said triumphantly.

"You're already like that!" Song Miluo said viciously. Anyway, he was making Yuan Xingche lose face, so his voice was a few stanzas higher.

"What, do you want to pet my brother?" Yuan Xingche asked, propping his head on his elbows and spreading his legs.