I'm in love with the reborn doomsday boss

A good-looking boy in the last days, if he has no means of self-protection, his fate will not be much better.

Song Miluo seemed to be weak in writing, so it was probably a bluff when he said this.

The middle-aged man opened the car door and said, "Little brother is really good at joking. If you have companions, would you like to join us with them? You see how chaotic the world is, join us, uncle, I will protect you."

"No, he is protected."

Yuan Xingche strode over. He was tall and imposing.

"You're back." Song Miluo looked at Yuan Xingche across everything.

"In this kind of world, don't talk to strangers." Yuan Xingche hated iron but steel, and Song Miluo didn't look like a little fool, so why would he talk to everyone.

On the other side, Xionghu also came back, and he hugged two big watermelons.

"This watermelon is too sweet. I saw that those people were picking it, so I grabbed two more. If we leave, we might not be able to eat it." Xionghu said, putting both watermelons on the back seat,

"Are these all your companions?" The middle-aged man asked, he looked at Song Miluo directly, as if Song Miluo was a piece of fresh and delicious meat.

Yuan Xingche didn't know what was going on, he just wanted to pluck those eyes out from between that pig-like fat head, throw those lustful eyeballs on the ground and crush them, so that he could never use that kind of eyes again. Look at Song Miluo once.

Song Miluo said: "Can I gouge out his eyeballs?"

"What are you digging for? Xiong Hu got in the car and was about to leave." Yuan Xingche said, and he did the digging, while Song Miluo watched obediently.

The middle-aged man also noticed that Yuan Xingche was the one who kept his word in this car.

"Hey, little brother, the road is difficult to walk now, there are zombies everywhere, we are many people, do you want the three of you to come with us?" the middle-aged man asked.

At this time, a timid young man came over in time. The young man slumped his shoulders and his face was full of pimples. He lowered his head and handed over a piece of watermelon.

It seems that he is very afraid of this middle-aged greasy man.

"Boss Lei, come and eat melons."

The middle-aged man happily ate a mouthful of watermelon, yes, the times make heroes, and now the world is in chaos, only people with super powers like him are the masters of the times.

"Brother, you are thinking about it."

"We don't need to be with you." Yuan Xingche said, he looked at Boss Lei: "Also, I am enough to be your grandfather."

Since the middle-aged man got the power, few people dared to reject him, let alone refute his face.

Others will only say yes to his request, say yes, say yes.

These dozens of people all fawned on him, but none of these people looked as seductive as Song Miluo.

Zila—the sound of electric current came out from under his feet, scorching the ground black.

Yuan Xingche noticed it, and the middle-aged man said: "I'm sorry, I have a bad temper, and sometimes I can't restrain my own super power."

This is a naked threat.

There are many superpowers in the last days, but there are other superpowers that middle-aged men have not had time to meet.

But even if he met him, he would be proud to think that no one else has such super lethal power as the lightning ability.

And recently, there are always people who praise him, and he is flattered. Once he is blinded by the power, he always feels that there are ants under him.

"That's a coincidence." Yuan Xingche said, opened the car door, pulled out the rifle from the car, clicked it into the chamber, and slammed it into the sky.

The people in the melon field were all frightened by the loud noise, and looked over one after another.

I saw their Boss Lei retreating in fear.

I saw a ruthless man holding a gun in one hand and shooting towards the sky.

I also saw a handsome young man yawning lazily.

Yuan Xingche said: "My temper is also bad."

When he turned his gun and pointed at Boss Lei, Boss Lei's face turned pale.

It is clearly the 21st century, the era of the rule of law, how could someone hold a gun...

Boss Lei forgot that the rule of law society was destroyed by the zombie virus two days ago.

When he tried to use his power to threaten others just now, he seemed to have forgotten that he also lived in a society ruled by law.

But just after he got the God-endowed ability, will he lose his specialness just because of a gun?

No, he is still the one chosen by God with superpowers.

He turned around and smiled...

"Level [-] lightning power can only be released through the palms and soles of the feet." Song Miluo said.

Boss Lei's hand was about to touch Yuan Xingche, the flow limiter in the palm of his hand sizzled, Yuan Xingche grabbed his wrist and broke it, and Boss Lei heard a scream, his wrist was broken in a non-distorted way.

Who on earth could break a grown man's wrist with his bare hands?

When Yuan Xingche grabbed his wrist, he only felt that the palm of his hand was burning and the back of his head was hot.

He looked at his palm, moved his fingers, and saw a sizzling current flowing from his fingers, gathering into a ball in his palm, and disappearing after a flash.

He got someone else's lightning ability, and his ability came from someone else.

"I think you have guessed it." Song Miluo said.

Yuan Xingche walked up to a tree, he put his palm on a tree, and released the supernatural power, only to hear a bang, the trunk of the tree burst open, leaving burnt marks like black charcoal, slowly smoldering cigarette.

Xiong Hu couldn't believe what Yuan Xingche did...

Isn't Yuan Xingche a power-type supernatural being?Why use Thunderbolt.

But he wisely didn't open his mouth to ask now.

Boss Lei was so shocked that he couldn't speak: "You...you are also a lightning-type superpower..."

When people are in embarrassment, they either have an itchy nose or an uncomfortable throat, like a bear or a tiger. He couldn't help coughing, seeing how stupid that person was, he looked very much like himself who didn't know much a day ago...

Sure enough, at any time, one mountain is higher than the other. A mountain like Yuan Xingche would not be easy to provoke before the end of the world.

Now the place with the most zombies is the hospital.

No matter how the hand broken by Yuan Xingche is treated, it will be enough for Boss Lei to have a headache for a while.

The Land Rover of the three people left without a trace, and no one dared to stop them.

"My ability is to copy other people's abilities, right?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"That's right." Song Miluo.

Xionghu's eyes almost fell into his mouth, he was shocked: "Damn!"

"No, why do you know, Brother Song?" After thinking about it, Xiong Hu asked again.

"I'm smarter." Song Miluo said.

Although he felt that this was a personal attack on himself, Xiong Hu had no evidence.

"You don't care?" Xiong Hu could only turn his head to Yuan Xingche.

Yuan Xingche spread his hands, he just liked Song Miluo's indebtedness to others.

"Since my ability is copying, why can't I copy your ability?" Yuan Xingche asked.

Xiong Hu was even more amazed from the bottom of his heart, these two people were really hiding everything.

"Why, you still have supernatural powers." Xionghu was astonished beyond measure, Song Miluo was the one who didn't show off.

In order to answer questions for the ignorant Xionghu, Song Miluo activated his supernatural ability, and saw that a watermelon seed that they dropped in the carriage when they were eating watermelon began to germinate. Small fruit, and then four or five watermelons on one vine.

To be honest, this scene is too strange. It takes only one minute for a plant to germinate and wither.

"Fuck..." Xiong Hu was shocked, "If I have this ability, will I not have to starve in the future..."

He has seen a lot of things related to zombies, played zombie-themed games, and watched movies and TV novels. The most terrifying thing in the last days is the extinction of human beings and food shortages.

It wasn't the first time Yuan Xingche saw him showing off, but he was still calm.

"Do you know why you can't copy my ability?" Song Miluo said.

"why?"

"The biggest limitation of copying abilities is that you can only copy abilities that are lower than your own level. When you get the ability, you are at the first level, but Xionghu is the same level of power type, only when his level-[-] ability is slightly lower than yours. Only when you are weak, you can copy."

"After copying, will it affect the copied person?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"The power level will drop a bit, but low-level power users are inherently weak, and maybe the power holders themselves won't find out." The two looked at Xiong Hu together.

"I really didn't realize..." Did I become weaker?Xiong Hu had tears in his eyes. Song Miluo said that the reason why he didn't find out was that the low-level supernatural beings were too weak...

"I can't copy your plant ability because your ability is higher than mine?"

"Yes." Song Miluo said.

"What level are you?" Yuan Xingche asked, he looked into Song Miluo's eyes, those eyes were shining with a sly light, Yuan Xingche said quickly: "I don't guess."

"I, level nine." Song Miluo said, so the current end of the world is the village of Da Lao Tu Xinshou to Song Miluo.

"What is the full level?" Yuan Xingche asked.

Song Miluo took a look at Xiong Hu, this guy is very naive, there is no need to hide his head and show his tail.

"When you died, the highest level in China was full level nine, and after you died you will be level eight..." Song Miluo seemed to be remembering something funny, and he smiled softly: "Later there was a king who had ten people. , two at level [-], and eight at level [-], are the strongest in the world, let’s count as level [-] ability is the ceiling of ability users.”

"Now you should be a second-level ability user." Song Miluo continued: "When your ability is at the first or second level, you can only copy one ability."

"The third and fourth levels can each copy two abilities, and get a kind of engraving power, which can evolve the power you copied."

"Level [-], level [-], level [-], and level [-], each can copy three kinds of abilities, and each get a kind of engraving power."

"There are six engraved positions in total, and they will be full at the eighth level."

"Your level nine ability can copy two kinds of abilities. I don't know about it later on." Song Miluo said.

Xiong Hu rubbed his head: "Fortunately, you can remember these tedious things clearly."

"If you hear it, you will remember it." Song Miluo said.

"..." Xiong Hu looked at him in blank dismay: "But I have already forgotten."

Song Miluo didn't want to talk to him: "By the way, there is another twelfth-level supernatural being who is not counted among the ten emperors. It seems to be a Chinese named Jiang Du. The supernatural powers from all over the world are united. In order to eliminate him, his ability is very special."

Song Miluo said, "Control the zombies."

"What's even more frustrating is that he is also anti-human, controlling zombies to attack countless city-states."

Xiong Hu was taken aback when he heard that.

He hugged the watermelon and listened to the two people talking, as if they were talking about the Arabian Nights. The not-so-small watermelon was hugged by him in his arms, and it didn’t look too big. I love myself who strayed into the world of big bosses.

Song Miluo didn't say that once, he was also at the level of the emperor.

This is the watermelon that Song Miluo produced out of thin air. It is very big. Five watermelons are neatly arranged, but four of these five watermelons are green-skinned watermelons, and only one is black-skinned.

This watermelon is getting darker and blacker, shiny black.

Xiong Hu was a little dazed, and he asked, "Is it because I got the watermelon in the dark...or will the watermelon grown with supernatural powers mutate?"