Doomsday tyrant's rolling pet

Ruan Yan picked up an M416 from the weapon rack, put it in the palm of his hand and stroked it.

He was wearing a dark blue casual jacket today. His arms exposed from the rolled up white cuffs had strong lines. As he moved, his thin muscles twitched slightly, as if they contained huge energy.

click.

He pulled the trigger neatly, pushing the bullet into the metal chamber.

Then, holding the muzzle of the gun, he turned the handle towards the boy: "Take it, I'll teach you."

Yuan Gun swallowed, stretched out his hand and held it carefully, keeping his fingers away from the trigger as much as possible.This is a safe gun, easy to go off!

Ruan Yan kept the hand holding the gun still, walked behind him, took the young man's other hand to help him position the gun, and squeezed his white and tender index finger to hook the trigger with cool fingers, "Aim first," He looked down at the young man's delicate and white ears, stared at them for a while, and did not speak for a long time.

It wasn't until the boy turned his head, and the bright black eyes replaced the ear, that he said again: "Go."

Yuan Gun pulled the trigger, bang, the bullet ejected, and hit a zombie on the shoulder. It swayed and continued to be chained as if nothing had happened.

The young man bulged his cheeks, held the gun firmly and pulled the trigger again, this time, the bullet hit the stake.

Yuan Gun: ...

He gritted his teeth, clicked, clicked, and used the rifle as a machine gun. After a sweep, the zombie's cyan head was still swaying intact, and there were several bullet holes on the left and right wooden posts.

Well, it is he who is the legendary master of body strokes.

Yuan Gun lowered his head in frustration, and poked the hot barrel in his hand directly on the ground, his small face was wrinkled into a ball, and his ruddy mouth was widened with grievance. Drool licked nervously.

It's so hard, I can't aim.Not as good as his diamond claws!

If he encounters a wave of corpses, these bullets will only waste his life in his hands.

After firing a box of bullets, none of the zombies fell down.Nothing could be more embarrassing than that.

Standing behind him, Ruan Yan didn't say anything, grabbed his hand with drooping eyes, loaded the magazine gently, and then demonstrated how to use the gun again.

Click, the gun safety is opened.

Click, the metal mechanical components lightly touch, and the bullet is loaded.

Yuan Gun is very smart, nodded, and said in a clear voice: "I will do this!"

"It's just that I can't aim properly." There was a deep smile in the man's voice, and the ears of the young boy were red from his teasing.

The corners of Ruan Yan's lips twitched slightly, and his slender and well-proportioned fingers stretched out to wrap around the boy's elbow. He held up his palm steadily, and stopped after raising it to a certain height: "Did you see it?"

Yuan Gun stared at the distance from the black gun body with wide eyes. After watching for a long time, he nodded uncertainly: "It's aimed."

"shot."

Yuan Gun could feel the familiar sense of control conveyed by the hand at the elbow, it was very stable, without any trembling, and even the heart in his chest miraculously settled down like a stone sunk in the bottom of the lake.

I will definitely win!

This thought flashed through his mind, and his fingers moved accordingly.

boom!

The zombies laughed at him for a long time, and the brains of swaying for a long time finally burst into bloom, and the green and rotten body fell straight on the ground, and the clump of grass was folded into the damp soil.

Really hit!

Yuan Gun grinned in surprise, turned his head to look at Ruan Yan, a slight smile appeared in the man's black eyes, "You do it yourself."

Losing that supporting force, Yuan Gun's elbow sank immediately, and only then did he realize that he was completely relying on Yanyan to hold the gun just now, and he didn't exert any strength.

Yuan Gun blushed with shame, raised his hand obediently, found the feeling of Ruan Yan holding his arm just now, and aimed at the head of another zombie.

Bah!

The bullet grazed the zombie's scalp, and a few strands of hair fell off. Other than that, nothing happened, even where the bullet went.

Yuan Gun sighed, raised his shoulders and wiped away the itchiness on his chin, the soft cloth absorbed the crystal sweat.

This scene also fell into the eyes of the people behind them who never moved away.

Ruan Yan's eyes darkened, and his gaze was fixed on the young man Yubai's neck. The sweat shone brightly under the sunlight, and the smell of bamboo leaves in the air became more intense.

Yuan Gun raised his gun again without giving up, boom!Boom!Boom!

The curly-haired head driven by the recoil shook and shook, and the raised points on the sides also swayed, like feathers that have been plucked, shaking people's hearts itchy.

Three shots were fired in succession, the first two shots hit the shoulder and chest, and the last shot finally nailed the zombie's forehead.

The rotting torso hit the grass with a dull sound.

Yuan Gun breathed a sigh of relief, and finally found some touch.

"I still need to practice more." Ruan Yan stepped forward, raised a hand to pinch a handkerchief, stuck it to the young man's neck, and sucked away a drop of sweat that was about to wet the collar.

The square scarf was held between two well-articulated fingers, folded with one hand, and put into the pocket.

The whole set of movements was smooth and flowing, so fast that Yuan Gun didn't even notice it.

Still with his head down, the young man snapped out the empty magazine neatly, grabbed a few bullets from the weapon table, and filled them in one by one.

He was about to raise his gun again when a limping gardener uncle clutching his buttocks walked behind him: "You're so wicked, the bullets hit me indiscriminately, it hurts to death~"

Behind the uncle, a young man carrying a shovel quickly caught up with him: "Uncle Hong, I've paved the grass for you over there, and I'll help you to Sister Li's clinic."

"Hey, it hurts like hell~"

Yuan Gun put down his gun, staring blankly at the blood spot behind him.

He swallowed hard, raised his hand and scratched behind his ears, his face was shy and embarrassed.

"It's okay." Ruan Yan stepped forward, reached out and touched the back of the boy's head, and comforted him in a low voice: "It was like this at the beginning."

Yuan Gun felt a little better in his heart, and with a surge of energy, he picked up the gun and turned around to continue shooting.

The round face was tense and serious, and there was a glint of reluctance in his eyes.

……

He nearly emptied a box of bullets.

Later, it was Ruan Yan who forced someone to take away the gun, and Yuan Gun gave up.

"You can't become a fat man with one mouthful." Ruan Yan glanced at the young man sideways, and said: "There will be many opportunities for actual combat in the future."

Only then did Yuan Gun remember what Zhou Huai said.

He uncomfortably rubbed the sand under his feet with the soles of his shoes, his eyes flickered and he didn't dare to look at the other person: "Brother Yan, are you going out of the city the day after tomorrow?"

"Ah."

Yuan Gun bit his lip: "Then can I stay in the city?"

In a few days, the one-month personal experience period will be over.

He had to arrange a reasonable way for Longan to disappear so that he could reappear reasonably in the future after turning back into a human.

In short, you must not turn into a living bear in front of the hero.

If it is known that the core of the panda is actually a human, Yuan Gun will feel ashamed for no reason.

Without him, there are too many black histories.

It still makes Yanyan think that the little bear is just an ordinary little bear.

Longan is just an ordinary boy.

Anyway, Yanyan treats him very well now, there is no need to rely on that layer of panda skin to create a sense of presence, starting from scratch like this, maybe they can develop into good brothers and friends in the future.

Instead, the master and the pet.

Ruan Yan was silent for a long time, and when the young man was getting restless and sweating from his head, face and back, he nodded slowly and said hello.

agreed? ?

Yuan Gun was overjoyed immediately, opened his arms and gave him a hug excitedly: "Thank you, Brother Yan~"

The small curly hair on the top of the head just touched Ruan Yan's lips, and it was a little itchy.

The tender cheeks were even more attached to his collarbone, rubbing gently, showing dependence.

Ruan Yan just wanted to raise his hand, but his arms were empty again. The young boy backed away, raised his face and said excitedly to him, "I want to go back to sleep for a while." After shooting all afternoon, he was tired again Sleepy again.

Ruan Yan withdrew his lost hand and put it behind his back, with a slight smile on his lips: "Go."

Yuan Gun grinned, and returned him a big, bright smile showing eight white teeth.The rosy cheeks shone with youthful light, as sweet as ripe apples in September.

After the young man turned around and ran away, the curvature of Ruan Yan's mouth finally relaxed, his eyes were cold, and there was no trace of a smile from before.

A mourning crow appeared out of nowhere in mid-air, whirling and flying aimlessly for a while.

Ruan Yan closed her eyes, controlled it, and followed Yuan Gun quietly like a ghost.

Yuan Gun really planned to go back to catch up on sleep.

The small bungalow he was assigned to was on the first floor of an old building. From a long distance away, he saw a slightly familiar figure standing beside the rusted iron gate of the small dilapidated house, holding something in his arms.

Yuan Gun moved closer.Finally saw who was coming.

"Ji Mei?" One of his fingers passed through the keychain in his hand, and he walked over to stand next to the girl.

Ji Mei is not tall, she can reach 1.5 meters [-], but she pulls up Yuan Gun who is also not tall.

Yuan Gun stopped in front of her in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"I asked the manager about your residence, and he told me that you live here." Ji Mei lifted the thermos in her hand, "This is the borscht that I made myself, Brother Longan, try it?"

When the lid was opened, a scent came out.The tomato-colored soup looks like it will make your index finger move.

Yuan Gun stirred the soup with a spoon, and there were plenty of ingredients in the soup—potatoes, carrots, spinach, beef, etc.

Vegetables and meat in the apocalypse are luxury goods, and Yuan Gun hardly needs to guess that the girl must have spent a lot of savings to make this jar of delicacy.

"Thank you."

The boy sincerely took the steaming soup pot, took a mouthful with a spoon and put it into his mouth.

delicious!Sour and sweet, fat but not greasy, the soup is smooth and refreshing, and the heat enters the throat and warms the stomach.

He unconsciously scooped one spoonful after another into his mouth.

The soup line sank quickly.

By the time Yuan Gun returned to his senses and put down his spoon restraintly, there was only one-third of the hot soup in the jar.

He scratched his hair in embarrassment, put the jar on the table next to him, and said to the girl, "Next time I will treat you."

Ji Mei shook her head: "Seeing you eat, I'm already very satisfied~"

Yuan Gun looked at the obviously shy expression on the girl's face, thought for a while, and suddenly said, "I'm leaving 3032 in a few days."

Ji Mei's face changed drastically: "Brother Longan..."

Yuan Gun smiled at her comfortingly: "Don't worry, I will come back to see you."

It's just that the date of return has not yet been determined, and he himself is not sure when he will be able to turn back into a human again.

Ji Mei pouted and threw herself into his arms in aggrieved manner, crying so hard that tears flowed down her face and chin: "Brother, take me with you~"

This was the first time a girl cried in front of him.

Yuan Gun froze in a bit of bewilderment, not knowing what to do.

"Don't cry first..."

hunting grounds.

Ruan Yan's face was dark and his expression was very ugly.

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