Never Marry a Man Who Has Space

2018, the fifth year of the last days.

In the X safety zone, the land is desertified, the water is seriously polluted, and the only food left can't last for three days.Mutated high-level zombies surrounded the base heavily, and the ability team failed to break through several times. The only hope - the food transport plane sent by the central safety zone, was damaged on the road.

The 19-year-old Liao Han, as a gold-type superpower, is preparing for the final battle just like other comrades-in-arms.Although he was young, he was one of the first group of people to awaken his abilities, and his strength was not weak. He was the vice-team of their team a year ago.

He licked his chapped lips, wiped the Type 97 submachine gun that he was given for charging, inserted the short knife made by himself with spar into the boot, rubbed his empty stomach and blew in a feigned optimism whistle.

In the past three years, he has participated in dozens of missions, large and small, and encountered danger several times, being betrayed by his teammates, surrounded by zombies... He believes that this time he can also carry through with those brothers who share weal and woe .Even if he can't bear it, it's nothing. Compared with the people who died in the disaster in the first place, he has already earned money.

Seeing the city gates gradually opening and the seemingly endless walking corpses, Liao Fan stood on the truck and took a deep breath, clenched the gun in his hand...

As if he had had a very long and tiring dream, Liao Han felt that his whole body was soft, but the state of thirst and hunger disappeared.

He opened his eyes again in a trance, and the first thing he saw was layers of white bed curtains, soft and thick cushions under his body, and the air was filled with a faint sweet fragrance, everything seemed dreamlike and unreal.

He habitually put his hand on his chest and pressed it, then froze.

Those hands were as if carved from white jade, slender and beautiful, even the nails were shining like crystals, they were not at all the slightly rough hands that were calloused by knives and guns in memory.

After being dazed for a long time, Liao Han sat up abruptly, looked at the unfamiliar environment carefully, and soon found a letter full of words on the embroidered red soft pillow, so he picked it up.

The characters are traditional characters. When he was naughty when he was a child, his father who was a teacher forced him to practice calligraphy for two years, so reading is not a problem.It was that suicide note, which was full of gorgeous rhetoric, sad and difficult to read.

Along with reading, the residual memory of this body also slowly passed through the brain.Liao Han gritted his teeth and just wanted to curse, what a cheat!Why don't you let brother wear it back and continue killing zombies!

There are no women in this alien continent, only men. In other words, this is a messy world.

Men are divided into those who carry space and those who don't. Those who carry space are called Qianjun, and those who don't have space are called Kunjun.Whether you are a space carrier or not, you will know at the age of 12.In other words, all the friends in this world before the age of 12 are all the same, and there is not much psychological difference.

Qianjun only accounts for one-tenth of the total population, and has a high status. Generally, there are more than three concubines, but only one person who signs a space contract with him will practice together.Because the signing and cancellation of the contract require the willing consent of both parties, and the space is completely shared, so Qianjun will choose his contractor very carefully. The stronger the chosen object, the faster the space will be upgraded.

It’s not surprising that Kunjuns have a blind date, but their descendants will not have Qianjuns, and their qualifications are lower than ordinary Kunjuns, so most Kunjuns would rather marry Qianjuns to be young than choose someone who has no space like themselves the other half.As for whether there will be two gods together?I don't seem to remember...

Liao Han irritatedly rubbed his waist-length black hair like a waterfall, and silently sorted out the information of this body in his heart.

This body is 15 years old this year, and there is also a motherly name named Nanzhi, yes, it is Zhilanhua's Zhi.Liao Han frantically said that it would be better to call him Nanzi (man) or Nanren (man)!

Nan Zhi is a weak Kun Jun whose body has rare butterfly blood.It's just that his pedigree is rare because of his good aptitude. His pedigree is of no practical use. It can only make him grow more beautiful, and he becomes more and more inferior and pessimistic under the bullying of his peers.

It was precisely because of such a weak and beautiful shell that it was selected as the first concubine of the second son of the Lord of Shangyang City who had just turned 12 years old.This is also the reason why he secretly prepared poison to commit suicide, because he has been secretly in love with his cousin Nan Lan...

In this world where the strong are respected, the Nan family's talents have withered and weakened in recent years.Nanzhi's cheap father, Nantianmen, originally raised this son as a pet, and usually forgot it in a corner, and when he met a suitable owner, he would pack it up and send it out.

Nanlan, Nantianmen... Liao Han couldn't help complaining, is the surname Nan just for a joke?

Seeing a mirror carved with energy stones on the dresser beside the bed, Liao Han put on his shoes and walked over. Even though he was mentally prepared, he was shocked.

This face is obviously still a little childish, the palm-sized small face has red lips, white teeth, white skin like jade-it's really only the size of a palm!Maybe it was because of crying for a long time last night, those black and white eyes seemed to be covered with mist, the corners of the eyes were red, and they looked... very cruel!

Visually, Nan Zhi's current height should be under [-], and she looked even thinner and pitiful wearing a loose plain underwear.

Liao Han was a little depressed because he was ten centimeters shorter for no reason. He took a deep breath and touched himself. As expected, this small body was so soft that it didn't have a few pounds of flesh.In the last few years, he often didn't have enough to eat and he lost weight, but those were hard little muscles when squeezed!For a weak chicken like Nanzhi, he used to be able to beat ten of them without panting.

But Liao Han was also amazed that such a weak chicken would have the courage to seek death.In his opinion, it is better to live than to die. When a person dies, he loses everything.Romance, love, love, is it important to be alive?

There was a slight sound from outside the screen, and Liao Han hurriedly threw the suicide note under the bed.

The two young men dressed as servants who came in were about fifteen or sixteen years old. Liao Han knew from his memory that they were sent by the Nantianmen to serve Nan Zhi recently, so he silently let them take care of her grooming.

After washing, it's breakfast time!

Thinking of eating meat and drinking hot soup, Liao Han couldn't help swallowing.

Brushing your teeth, washing your face, pulling your hair, getting dressed... a whole set of tedious projects was finally over after half an hour.Liao Han couldn't wait any longer. He waited impatiently for the breakfast to be delivered, and his stomach growled impatiently twice.

When he saw the breakfast, he was stunned, because there was only a bowl of clear soup that looked like nectar on the huge table.

Anyway, the wedding will be three days later, and now everyone in the Nan family is very kind to Nan Zhi, and Liao Han is not afraid of losing himself.He picked up the bowl of sweet and greasy soup and poured it down, tilted his head and said to one of the boys: "I want roast chicken, pig's trotters... well, go to the kitchen to see what else is available, just bring it here !"

He was drooling as he spoke, licking the corners of his lips impatiently.In the last year of the apocalypse, he hadn't even seen any oil stars. Every day, bean dregs cakes and sorghum buns, the water was also cloudy, and it was New Year's Eve if there was bread and instant noodles.

Although the two servants were astonished, they kept in mind what Nantianmen said to take good care of the young master in the past few days, so they withdrew as promised, and quickly served eight dishes and one soup.

Looking at the plates of brightly colored and fragrant delicacies, Liao Han felt as if he was finally reunited with his long-lost lover, his heart was pounding, and he almost passed out with happiness.He managed to maintain his sanity and let the two of them back out, he didn't care anymore, he grabbed the roast chicken and bit it hard.

Traveling to this cheating male world, thinking optimistically, even if there is no girl, he still has chicken legs to accompany him!

Liao Han forgot the time, forgot everything, except for the plates of fragrant dishes, nothing else could catch his eyes.He ate greedily, wishing he could swallow his tongue.

Liao Han reluctantly put down the half chicken in his hand until his stomach swelled and hiccupped, and looked at the dishes on the table with nostalgia. The appetite for this body was too small.He is now a typical full stomach but hungry mouth, and he can't wait to have a stomach as big as the faceless man.

Hearing a light cough from the side, Liao Han realized that there were two people standing by the screen at some point.Seeing the serious and stern face of the leader, he froze for a moment, and quickly realized that this was Nan Zhi's stud father, Nan Tian Men, and the handsome man next to him was Yuan Mo, the wife of Nan Tian Men.If there is no accident, practitioners in this world have a very long lifespan and can maintain their appearance. Although these two people are in their seventies and eighties, they look about 27 or [-] years old.

These two faces are more pleasing to the eye than the mutated zombies. Liao Han pretended to stand up with his hands on his sides, lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Father... Mrs. Yuan."

He is very unaccustomed to calling out these sissy names to men, it's so fucking unmanly!

Yuan Moji walked over with a smile, wiped the oil on his hands affectionately with the silk handkerchief in his hand, glanced at Nantianmen and said: "Master, this child is really simple and simple."

Thinking of the purpose, Nantianmen swallowed back the scolding that was about to be blurted out, and put on a pleasant expression.

Liao Han pretended to be shy and lowered his head. Nanzhi's biological father was snatched by Nantianmen who coveted her beauty and died in less than three years. I'm afraid it has something to do with Yuan Mo. Brothers of the same race bully.

It was also like this that he had a crush on his cousin Nanlan, because he had accidentally saved him once.

The food on the table was quickly removed, Yuan Mo took Liao Han's hand affectionately, walked to the soft couch and sat down, Nantianmen also sat down, looking very happy and harmonious.

Yuan Mo said it very implicitly, he just mentioned how to please his husband and son-in-law and how to benefit the family if he poured out the water.It is said that Nanzhi's future husband-in-law has a talent that is rare in a hundred years. Although he is not the eldest son, he is very hopeful to inherit the position of the city lord of Shangyang City.

Liao Han had eaten too much just now, and it was painful to sit. He lowered his head and listened to the training like a good student.

He couldn't help but slander in his heart, what a fart to please!The 12-year-old hairy kid he wants to "marry" probably doesn't even grow any hair, right?

Yuan Mo stroked his forehead hair, and suddenly exclaimed: "Zhi'er's complexion doesn't seem to be very good... Husband, can that green blood ganoderma help Zhi'er to nourish her body?"

Nantianmen hesitated for a moment and then nodded: "Well, that's right."

Yuan Mo ordered to go on, and a servant named Hong Yao quickly brought a bowl of blood-red soup.

Although the color was appalling, but it smelled sweet and tangy, Liao Han picked it up and took a few sips, hoping that the teaching of the two would end soon.