Apocalyptic home raises the demon god

Zhuang Yi didn't know how to use a gun, so he chose a Tang knife. The blade is 84 cm long, has three points and two blades, and has no blood groove. The shape and scabbard are a bit like a Japanese sword, but it is a typical Mo knife.

According to the records in the classics of the Tang Dynasty: there are four kinds of swords, one is called Yi Dao, the second is called Barrier Dao, the third is called Heng Dao, and the fourth is called Mo Dao.Mo Dao is also known as Zhan Ma Dao, suitable for wielding with both hands, Zhuang Yi has great strength, this knife is also suitable for him.

But Zhuang Yi didn't think too much when he picked the knife, he just thought that this one was the longest among these collections, and it was also the most exquisite and beautiful. It was solemnly placed in the middle by Zheng Ningyuan, so he thought that this knife The most powerful - Only with the best weapon can we protect Xiaoyuan well.

Zheng Ningyuan chose a [-]-style pistol for him. This kind of gun is easier to learn. The body of the gun is small and compact. It can be well concealed by inserting it in the back waist and putting down the clothes. It is a life-saving weapon.

In fact, according to the experience of the previous life, Zheng Ningyuan knew that zombies are not terrible, they are just slow-moving monsters, as long as they master the key points, they can be killed.

What is scary is the people. The order is broken. Although the government has the army and hot weapons, the army is a densely populated place. The zombies transformed from people with good physical fitness are even more difficult to deal with. The government has no time to respond, and the power is great. After the signal was interrupted, local governments in various places that lost contact with the central government began to act independently, and small centralized powers sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Small cities like them were abandoned by the government early on, so that Song Jin and his ilk could rely on With a few guns, he recruited a group of people to be the boss.

Zheng Ningyuan taught Zhuang Yi how to shoot a gun, and he didn't spare the bullets. Heizi had a door there, and he also made some preparations. These things in his hand were only the initial capital, and the guns and bullets would be there in the future.

Zhuang Yi is a fast learner. He is 28 years old. He is at the peak of a man's entire life. Not bad, the action is also very agile and neat.

After staying like this until the night, the screams gradually decreased a lot, and after paying the price of countless blood, the people who are still alive now have recognized the facts and hid in various corners or places they thought were safe. In the community, only zombies are left wandering unconsciously.

Zheng Ningyuan cooked a hearty dinner, including vinegar fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, pot-wrapped pork, and stir-fried broccoli.

Wei loves to eat fish, Zhuang Yi likes to eat sweet and sour.

Wei still maintains a style of talking very little, and eats when the meal is ready, without any humility or embarrassment at all. Zhuang Yi likes to eat the pot-wrapped meat made by Zheng Ningyuan, squinting his eyes and looking satisfied, like a cozy cat, Before swallowing a piece of meat, it suddenly jumped up and shouted: "Ah! It's broken!"

Zheng Ningyuan rolled his eyes, Zhuang Yi had recovered, and started losing his mind again.

Reluctantly asked: "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Yi looked at the delicious food in front of him reluctantly, put down his chopsticks, and said with a mournful face: "Xiao Yuan, is there enough food for our family? After eating four dishes like this, it won't take long for us to run out of food, right? Otherwise, It's better to save a little, eat half full every meal, and you can resist for a while..."

Wei still moved his chopsticks like flying with a blank face, and the vinegar fish was killed in half in an instant.

Zheng Ningyuan comforted him calmly: "Forget that I asked you to borrow so much money? Don't worry, I bought a lot and saved it. You won't be hungry, so hurry up and eat."

Zhuang Yi just opened his eyes and smiled, picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick up the fish to eat, but watched the last piece of fish fall into Wei's bowl, he was stunned, this speed is inhuman!In two sentences, a fish is gone?This unscientific!

Zheng Ningyuan is used to it, and sandwiched a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, oh, it's really good, what I made is so delicious!

Zhuang Yi began to fight in grief and indignation, and turned to hot pot buns, sweet and sour pork ribs, broccoli and so on, only Xiao Yuan liked to eat, he is a carnivore.

Fortunately, apart from his preference for fish, Wei is no longer picky about his food. In fact, after eating the fish, he didn't use his chopsticks to pick up vegetables, but just kept chopping the rice.

A spare rib fell into the bowl out of thin air, Wei looked up in surprise, Zheng Ningyuan looked at him with crooked eyebrows, eyes full of expectation: "Try it, my cooking skills are not bad."

Frowning and looking at the rib for a while, Zheng Ningyuan's bright eyes gradually dimmed, but Wei picked up the rib and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes lit up undetectably, spit out a smooth bone, and said vaguely :"good."

As a result, the reduction speed of the ribs began to increase significantly. Zhuang Yi, who was enjoying the food slowly, groaned in his heart and had to increase the speed, but his movements were still not agile enough, and the last piece of ribs still entered Wei's mouth.

"You can't eat too fast, or it will hurt your stomach." Zhuang Yi looked at Wei who had put down the bowl and chopsticks, lazily turning an apple to digest food, and "kindly" reminded.

Wei gave him a playful look, and said to Zheng Ningyuan: "The ribs are also delicious."

Spinning the apple, he leisurely went back to the room.

Zhuang Yi was so angry that his liver hurt, and he complained to Zheng Ningyuan: "Who the hell is he? He's not going to leave here, is he? How much food have you saved? He eats a lot!"

Zheng Ningyuan didn't expect that the first internal strife he encountered was actually because of a rib, his expression was dull for a long time, and then he pointed at Zhuang Yi and laughed: "Zhuang Yi, you...hahaha, it's because of a rib..."

Zhuang Yi was embarrassed, he was not such a stingy person, but that guy was too stinky, and he couldn't bear it.

Why can he sleep in the same room with Xiaoyuan, why can he let Xiaoyuan serve him so willingly, obviously he is Xiaoyuan's best friend, if there is no such guy, what he lives now is to sleep with Xiaoyuan The beautiful days of Shuangfei... (My dear, you really think too much.)

However, Zheng Ningyuan couldn't stop laughing after laughing twice. He thought of the scene where many people fought and even killed people in the previous life because of the ownership of a piece of bread. Forgiving?moral sense?personality?Ha, is it worth a piece of bread?

With a wry smile, Zheng Ningyuan said sternly: "Zhuang Yi, you should know that although I am a bit bad-hearted, I also have my own limits. What's more, after going through..., I will not do things aimlessly. Wei Cong I don't know where he came from, who he is, but he is very important to me, so I hope you will treat him as a friend in the future, okay?"

Zhuang Yi's complexion sank a little bit: "He is very important to you? Xiao Yuan, you won't..."

"No, where are you thinking? Can you speak seriously?" Zheng Ningyuan blushed anxiously, and interrupted him: "It's nothing, I can't explain it now, you will know later, anyway, don't you If you do that to him again, I'll be worried."

"Are you worried that he will be bullied by me?" Zhuang Yi asked with a relaxed expression.

"I'm worried that you will provoke him! He is not easy to provoke, don't provoke him again, otherwise I don't know what the consequences will be." Thinking of the strength of the man in his memory, Zheng Ningyuan shrank his shoulders.

Without missing the fright that flashed in Xiaoyuan's eyes, Zhuang Yi tentatively lowered his voice and asked, "No matter how powerful it is, it can't beat a gun, right? Since you're worried, why not..."

"No! I said, what are you thinking? I said he is very important to me, do you understand that he is very important? Just listen to me, really!" Zheng Ningyuan was in a hurry, and picked up an apple from the fruit plate Smash it over.

Zhuang Yi reached out to catch the apple and took a bite: "What's the hurry, I understand. For important people, Xiaoyuan..." Zhuang Yi bit the apple and looked at Zheng Ningyuan, hesitant to speak.

This topic is too dangerous, Zheng Ning stood up abruptly: "I'll see what's going on outside." He walked to the balcony as if fleeing.

In the bedroom, Wei stood quietly with his arms folded and his back leaning against the door, lowering his eyebrows and thinking carefully. After a long time, the same four words were barely audible, and disappeared into the air without being heard by anyone: "Important people ..."

The summer night comes late, and it is now past seven o'clock, and the sky is still bright.

Pushing open the window to breathe, Zheng Ningyuan leaned his hands on the window sill and looked down, exhaling deeply.

It was impossible for him to respond to Zhuang Yi's feelings, and he didn't have the courage to break them out. He had no choice but to maintain this thin layer of window paper and see how long he could support it. He didn't want to hurt him, let alone force himself.

Looking up, the wandering zombies were walking back and forth aimlessly, with broken corpses and dried blood everywhere. The small square, which was always bustling at this time, was silent, and there was no square dancing anymore. The subwoofer of the aunts and the loud voices of the restless residents cursing.

The smell of blood in the air is very strong. Zheng Ningyuan knows that this smell will be very common in the future. It will penetrate the skin and penetrate into the bone marrow like poison, until the whole person is dyed black, and he cannot get rid of it until he dies.

A gust of wind blew, and in the quiet neighborhood, flowers and plants were swaying and rustling. Zheng Ningyuan stared down at a window next to the green belt downstairs. A small flag protruded from that window, saying it was a small flag. But it was really just the metal handle of a broom with a torn shirt tied to it.

What caught Zheng Ningyuan's attention was the shirt with three big sos drawn in black pen. Below and below their house lived Aunt Zhang and his distant nephew, Zheng Ningyuan's little buddy, Shunzi.

Zheng Ningyuan opened his mouth and shouted: "Shunzi, Shunzi, is that you?"

The black head with messy hair stuck out the window and looked up, and called for help in surprise: "It's me, Aunt Zhang has become that kind of monster, I can't get out, boss, help me."

Zheng Ningyuan was furious. Looking at the zombie moving towards Shunzi's window in the distance following the sound, he hurriedly said, "Close the window, go in and wait. Don't make any more noise. The sound will attract the zombies."

Shunzi had already seen the zombies coming towards him, so she closed the window with a bang in fright, and there was no sound.

Zhuang Yi had already rushed over when he heard Zheng Ningyuan's first call, and seeing Zheng Ningyuan closed the window, he asked, "Shunzi?" Zhuang Yi often went to his small supermarket and knew Shunzi quite well.

Zheng Ningyuan nodded: "I'll bring him up."

Zhuang Yi stopped him, looked at his small body which was half a head shorter than his own: "I'd better go, you just stay home and wait."

Zheng Ningyuan looked at him with a half-smile, if Zhuang Yi in the last days told him so, he would definitely agree, he would be happy if he didn't do anything.

But now, Zhuang Yi on the first day of the last days, he couldn't believe it.

"Why? Don't you believe me?" Zhuang Yi raised his eyebrows.