I'm in love with the reborn doomsday boss

Yuan Xingche was never one of Meng Lang's people, but Song Miluo was so easy to bully that he wanted to attack out of his own accord, trying the border of Lei Chi.

"Don't touch it!" Song Miluo, who was turned against the army again, was furious. He randomly found some cardboard boxes and spread them on the ground. After spreading them, he felt bad again.

He stood up, pushed the paper shell towards Yuan Xingche, and then lay down.

The floor is hard, and the paper of the carton box is not too thick, which still makes people uncomfortable.

But Song Miluo had suffered too much in the last days, and he was able to make do with it. After a while, his eyes started to fight.

"Do you just want to sleep next to me?" Yuan Xingche asked.

The weather was already hot, but Song Miluo kept leaning towards him, making him even hotter.

But Song Miluo didn't make a sound. After a while, Yuan Xingche felt someone grabbing his clothes.

That hand clenched his clothes tightly, as if afraid of being driven away, as if afraid of being discarded.

Yuan Xingche still remembered that dream, Song Miluo was holding him... that might be his dead body.

If that dream is true...

Song Miluo once hugged his dead body in the cold rain, calling out his name hoarsely, but he never got a response.

That's why when we first met, Song Miluo said, "Yuan Xingche, answer me."

In the darkness, Yuan Xingche held that hand and squeezed his hand tightly, he took the lead, he went to hold it: "Song Miluo."

"Hmm..." came a weak voice.

"Why did you chase after me so fiercely?" Yuan Xingche asked.

Song Miluo calmed down: "You once told me that you would protect me forever."

Probably did.

"Why now, I protect you more." Song Miluo complained, a little coquettishly.

Yuan Xingche actually found it a little funny.

The next day, Yuan Xingche woke up at dawn.

Song Miluo curled up beside him, looking a little pitiful, the two of them were still holding hands after a night of sleep, and Song Miluo woke up when he moved.

There was still a lot of food left from yesterday, and when Xiong Hu also woke up, the three of them had a meal together.

As the night passed, many zombies gathered outside the rolling gate.

Most of the bullets in Yuan Xingche's hands were consumed yesterday. He thought about saving the remaining bullets for Song Miluo's self-defense, so he dismantled several stainless steel shelves in the clothing store, screwed them together after dismantling them, and tightened them tightly. Become a twisted steel bar.

He waved it, very conveniently.

Opening the shutter door, there were five or six zombies guarding the door.

Yuan Xingche didn't want to wipe them all out, it was enough for them to escape.

With one stick down, half of the zombie's body was broken.

He and Xiong Hu resisted the zombies, Song Miluo took the opportunity to get into the car picked up from the side of the road, started it and came over to pick up the two of them.

At this time, the twisted steel bar in Yuan Xingche's hand was covered with smudges, bloody and bloody, and had to be discarded before getting into the car.

When the car arrived in front of the supermarket that delivered their things yesterday, Song Miluo from a distance saw more zombies swarming on the road outside the supermarket, looking at the people in the supermarket by the window of the supermarket.

The huddled zombies looked at the people in the window, like children looking at chocolate, and hungry people looking at chicken legs.

There are also many zombies lying on the glass window, knocking on the window glass with the frequency of grandma wolf knocking on the door.

People in the supermarket looked helplessly at the road full of zombies outside, or looked up at the cloudy sky above.

"You should keep the gun." Since Song Miluo showed his amazing marksmanship yesterday, both guns were on Song Miluo's body, and now he suddenly wants to return them to Yuan Xingche.

"Okay." Yuan Xingche was a little happy.

Song Miluo is just awkward.

Yuan Xingche got the gun, removed the silencer, aimed at the group of zombies, aimed, pulled the trigger, and one zombie was headshot.

This is what Song Miluo wants to see.

Yesterday he was talking about destroying all human beings, but today he can’t help but help others. It’s too cute to be duplicity.

Yuan Xingche's gunshots were loud and attracted a lot of zombies. The zombies wandering outside the supermarket were indeed attracted and started rushing towards their car.

Song Miluo connected the Bluetooth of his mobile phone to the car, turned up the volume of the car stereo, and shouted: "Listen, people inside, the chances of escaping outside the city are higher, you can only sit and eat while hiding inside, There will be only one way to wait for you: sit and wait to die."

"This is the Central Plains region, a large granary in China, and now it's busy summer. When you step out of the city, you will see boundless fields. The warm wind blows through the wheat waves, and there is the hope of survival."

Song Miluo's voice echoed here.

After finishing what needed to be said, Song Miluo found another song "Buying and Selling Love" from the car monitor, looked at the playlist, and found that the next song was "Temptation of Wolf".

Yuan Xingche was so shaken by the music that he covered his ears.

"This car owner has great taste." Yuan Xingche gritted his teeth and boasted.

The lively and somewhat discordant music reverberated in a street, no matter which corner the survivors heard, they would all be refreshed. The music that once played in the streets and alleys was disturbing, but now it reveals a different kind of vitality.

The zombies, attracted by the sound of the music, chased after the car.

Song Miluo kicked the accelerator, and the car speeded up; he kicked the brakes, giving the zombies hopeless hope.

He put the zombies who wanted to chase them behind the tail of the car, one way was tight, the other way was slow, Song Miluo seemed to be playing a game, leading these zombies by the nose.

The road they arranged by themselves yesterday is also convenient for themselves now.

The urban area is not too big, and it took more than half an hour to arrive at the outskirts of the city.

After getting rid of the zombies completely, Yuan Xingche and Xiong Hu were forced to finish listening to "Horse Pole" and "Can't Be Hurt".

When Song Miluo turned off the music, they were looking out the car window with distracted eyes.

"The two of you cooperated really well," Xiong Hu said.

"Average." Song Miluo was quite dissatisfied.

Yuan Xingche said: "I can follow your brain circuit for doing good things, but if you want to do something bad, you should at least discuss it with me."

"Okay." Song Miluo said, as if he really planned to do something bad.

The car was driving on the national highway, and there were scattered cars and zombies on the side of the road.

The wind blowing across Yuan Xingche's cheeks was like a billowing heat wave, and the wind was also wrapped in the unique fragrance of wheat straw, which was soft and long-lasting.

If Yuan Xingche still guessed that Song Miluo was kind when he shot the gun to attract the zombies, it would be conclusive evidence when he heard that Song Miluo himself turned on the speaker to attract the zombies.

……

Yuan Xingche and Song Miluo had already left, and they took away most of the zombies outside the supermarket.

Everyone in the supermarket heard Song Miluo's words, and many people were also shaken.

These people chose the supermarket because there was a lot of food in the supermarket, and the zombies couldn't break out in a short time.

But there are too many people in the supermarket and the goal is too big...

There will only be more and more zombies, but the food in the supermarket will run out one day.

There will be only one way to wait: sit and wait.

Everyone knew what Song Miluo said was right.

Even so, not everyone has the courage to face this suddenly bloody world.

However, more people packed their bags, brought food and water, and most importantly, they also took up arms.

Among them are social animals who have been beaten by society, housewives who have been tortured by trivial housework, and youngsters who are newborn calves who want to fight the world.

The cumulus clouds in the sky have not dispersed, but there are already slight gaps, through which faint light shines through.

Hiding inside is useless, only by opening the door leading to the outside in front of you can you have the opportunity to embrace that ray of light and hope.

……

The cars of Yuan Xingche and the others drove on a straight road, with asphalt roads all the way, and it was very comfortable to drive.

The best thing is that they passed a melon field, and many watermelons were overripe, rotten, or cracked.

In this year, who dares to collect watermelons.

The sun is scorching the earth. In the hot summer, eating watermelon is the best way to cool off.

Song Miluo parked the car under the shade of a tree by the side of the road.

Xiong Hu was the fastest runner. He opened the trunk first, then quickly ran into the melon field, stacking seven or eight watermelons at a time, until the trunk was full.

"Suddenly there is a kind of joy of harvest." Xiong Hu said.

Song Miluo hit it off with him, he had already opened a watermelon, cut it open, the bright red watermelon water flowed down immediately, and there was a sweet smell.

"It's a pity for such a sweet watermelon." Song Miluo said.

"It's a pity, isn't it eaten by us?" Xiong Hu couldn't wait to take a piece from the sliced ​​watermelon.

Song Miluo handed over a piece to Yuan Xingche: "Who said this? Now most of the farm farmers in rural areas are old people. From breeding, to planting, watering, fertilizing, pruning, pollination, fruit bearing, top dressing, until now, we eat This watermelon faces the loess and its back to the sky, what kind of labor is this for an old man?"

Originally, the old man had worked hard for several months, and he could receive almost 1 yuan for watermelons on this acre of land, but now he has not received the money, and there are still so many watermelons rotten in the field.

"We have never planted land before, who knows this." Xiong Hu said, but the watermelon in his mouth always felt sweeter.

They have never planted land, Song Miluo really might.

Yuan Xingche still doesn't know what kind of supernatural person Song Miluo is.

But it definitely has to do with plants.

Speaking of which, Yuan Xingche still doesn't know what his abilities are.

Obviously someone knew about it, but he kept his mouth shut.

Yuan Xingche had been looking at Song Miluo, Song Miluo was a little uncomfortable being watched, he touched his face, and accidentally touched a watermelon seed.

"You saw something on my face, why don't you just say it directly." Song Miluo, who thought he was being laughed at, said.

"Next time." Yuan Xingche said.

The three of them sat on the side of the road for a while, ate a watermelon, and their stomachs were full of water. Yuan Xingche and Xiong Hu turned to the left and the right, and went to find a secluded place to urinate and release water.

Song Miluo was the only one in the car.

The car stopped on the national highway, and the two of them left for a while, and a convoy came from the city.

The cars are lined up, coming this way.

The people in those cars also seemed to have discovered this large melon field.

There were no zombies nearby, so they all stopped their cars boldly.

There are about a dozen vehicles in this convoy, and there are only thirty or forty people who get off. When these people go to the melon field, they are like ducks entering the water, flopping all the time. It seems that there are too many watermelons. Next.

Out of sight and out of mind, Song Miluo could tell he had never been hungry. After a while, the existing food was eaten up, and some of it was theirs.

"Dong dong." Someone knocked on the car window, Song Miluo thought it was Yuan Xingche and Xiong Hu who came back, the car door opened a crack, but saw a middle-aged man standing there.

The man has a beer belly, dark skin, oily face, wearing a name tag that doesn't match, and even forgot to take off the hang tag on his trousers.

Song Miluo's eyes are poisonous, and he can probably tell that this outfit should be taken out of a luxury jewelry store by taking advantage of the social chaos.

But Song Miluo also took someone else's car, and he didn't have the habit of standing on the moral high ground and pointing fingers at others, he just wanted to close the car door.

The man grabbed the car door with a friendly smile on his face: "Little brother, are you alone?"

His face was full of lewdness, his eyes looked up and down at Song Miluo.

"I have a companion, but I promise to report to him if I do bad things."

What the middle-aged man listened to was wrong.

Song Miluo said: "So just wait, when he comes back, I'll tell him about gouging your eyes. If he nods, I'll do it."