[End Times] After becoming a demon

The 46-inch LCD TV hung on the wall was turned on. Qiao Mingyuan pressed the remote control unwillingly, and it stopped on the standby screen without any response, and he had no choice but to give up.

When Song Nuo came out of the bathroom, he saw Qiao Mingyuan lying on his back on the carpet with his sleeves and trouser legs rolled up, making his arms and legs look very thin.

"Don't you want to kill zombies? Come here, I'll teach you."

Qiao Mingyuan rolled over and immediately got up, "Really?!" The expression of surprise was clear at a glance.

Song Nuo nodded, he never broke his promise.

He looked Qiao Mingyuan up and down. At the age of 12, although Qiao Mingyuan looked thinner, he had just developed, and it was time to polish it.But relatively, exercise should not be excessive, it will be troublesome if it affects bone development. Rope skipping, running, let’s bring up our physical strength first.”

ah?Qiao Mingyuan had a bitter face, it's not cool at all...

Song Nuoli's face darkened, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

Not keeping promises is Song Nuo's taboo.

Qiao Mingyuan suddenly remembered what Song Nuo said two days ago, "You must listen to me, don't be disobedient, and don't ask too many questions", he was excited in his heart, and said obediently, "Got it, I will definitely do it."

Song Nuo didn't say a word, and kept staring at Qiao Mingyuan until beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and nose, and his expression softened, "Remember what I said."

The almost word-by-word words put a lot of pressure on Qiao Mingyuan. In fact, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he also knew that he was a little carried away. He actually forgot the promise after only two days. He was afraid that Song Nuo would hate him because of it. For him, that discomfort was replaced by uneasiness, and he couldn't remember it anymore. He said seriously, "Brother, I was wrong, and I will never do it again." I really will never disobey you again, and be obedient.

Song Nuo looked at Qiao Mingyuan's cautious expression, the admiration and admiration in his eyes remained unchanged, and his expression completely improved. He paused, reached out to pat his head, and the soft hair fell across his palm as soon as he touched it. Take it easy and say, "Do push-ups first, and the amount of exercise will gradually increase in the future. You are ready." After thinking about it, I added a sentence, "When you can adapt to these exercises, I will take you to kill zombies. As long as your physical strength keeps up , The method of killing zombies has been used for a long time, and it will naturally happen."

Hearing Song Nuo's words, Qiao Mingyuan's mood was like winter returning to spring, he showed a sweet smile, his eyes were full of warm starlight, and he nodded vigorously.

My brother treated him well, but he was too naive, he thought.

Qiao Mingyuan stretched out his body in the spacious living room, and Song Nuo sat on the sofa. The room was quiet except for Qiao Mingyuan's slightly panting breath and Song Nuo's sound of fiddling with the crossbow. Under the warm light, It looks very warm.

This is a recurve bow, the bow body is shorter than ordinary bows, the bow body is made of metal, there are no other bells and whistles, simple and elegant, in terms of style, it is in line with Song Nuo's aesthetics.Song Nuo made some adjustments, put on his finger cots and arm guards, took out an arrow and put it on the string, and aimed at the stairs in the opposite direction. Song Nuo felt a little regretful when he finally fell off the wall beside him. This bow does not require high arm strength, its power is relatively low, and the arrow speed is also a bit slow.

The other is a compound bow, which was assembled by the store. Although it has sights, it is not as flexible as a recurve bow, so it is not suitable for him.Next to them were two traditional bows and two crossbows, both of which were not very powerful. Song Nuo was a little disappointed.

Song Nuo did not hesitate to put all the bows and crossbows aside. With a thought, the light curtain of the trading system appeared in front of him. He wanted to see the crossbows in the system.

A short bow caught Song Nuo's attention. "Song of the Forest", this is the first time a weapon with a name appeared. Song Nuo zoomed in on the three-dimensional image of this bow, and the material looked a bit like a traditional wooden bow. The thread of the bow body is smooth and simple, only the complicated thorn pattern is engraved on the handle of the bow. The bowstring of unknown material is as thin as a hair and glows with a faint cold light. Next to it is a leather quiver filled with dozens of feather arrows.

As the first weapon with its own name, its price is indeed not cheap, 5000 soul coins, while Song Nuo's remaining soul coins are only 700, which is too much difference.He looked at Qiao Mingyuan who was doing sit-ups next to him for two seconds, and finally decided to find other survivors as soon as possible. His business also needed to be opened.

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After resting for a whole day, Song Nuo was very satisfied with Qiao Mingyuan's well-behaved performance of neither crying tired nor hurting. He decided to take him with him this time. There were three tasks to go out this time. One was that they ran out of vegetables, and Song Nuo just ignored it. Get rid of the supplies in his package, and go outside to find more food while the danger is not too great; second, he can take care of the child and let him kill a few zombies, at least train him to protect himself; third, find survivors, investigate the situation, do business.

This time, the two of them drove to an area with relatively dense housing, which was relatively close to the urban area, and it was said that it had been planned as a new development area.

The road became more and more difficult to walk, not only the number of zombies increased, but also the number of abandoned vehicles crashed. Song Nuo had no choice but to stop and looked at the zombies gathered. There were about 7 or 8 of them. Their joints were much more flexible. The relative speed has improved a lot compared to before, Song Nuo didn't want to fight here, because the zombies would kill more and more, and their destination hadn't arrived yet.

Qiao Mingyuan's height of about 1 meters just reached Song Nuo's chest, so he didn't have time to think about it. After Qiao Mingyuan let out a low cry, Song Nuo lifted him up and let his legs get stuck on his waist and hips. Pushing his head up so that he lay on his shoulders so as not to block his sight, he supported his buttocks with his left hand, and chopped with a knife in his right hand, and then he ran up after cutting a path of blood.

Song Nuo ran extremely fast, but his footsteps in leather boots were very light. This was an extremely unreasonable scene. As the only spectator, Qiao Mingyuan didn't notice at all. He put his arms around Song Nuo's neck and heard The sound of the whistling wind, the sound of the blade piercing the air, mixed with the roar of the zombies, and the splashing of flesh and blood, Song Nuo's narrow waist and hips and long, slender legs were in the field of vision, and the stumped limbs and pieces of flesh that had stepped behind his legs were in the distance. There are also zombies that were thrown away before they approached...

Violence and gore stimulated Qiao Mingyuan's adrenal hormones to rise rapidly, his heart was beating like thunder, and his blood was boiling. Song Nuo's strength shocked him again. He worshiped such a strong man, and his fighting spirit broke out in his heart. Such a strong man!

Song Nuo ran faster and faster, and he could still be faster, but in order not to attract attention or maintain the original speed, he never touched his limit. I don't know if the body fused with Moge has far surpassed the scope of human beings. Some excitement.

The vehicles lying across the road couldn't stop Song Nuo's footsteps at all. He could go around as much as he could. If he couldn't go around, he jumped on it with his legs. In short, he kept running without stopping until he saw a shopping mall. Considering this kind of There are usually large supermarkets on the first floor or the first basement floor of large shopping malls, so he stopped, dealt with the zombies following him, and went around to the side door.

The side door was locked from the inside with an iron chain. Song Nuo shook the door and looked in through the glass, only to find that many cosmetic counters were blocked at the entrance of the hall, and it was almost impossible to see what was going on inside. This was obviously artificial. There are people inside.

Putting Qiao Mingyuan down, looking at the child's flushed cheeks covered with sweat, he couldn't help but put his peaked cap on the child's head, in a good mood, and asked him, "Are you afraid that you will kill zombies soon? "

The child puffed his cheeks, his eyes were full of light, "Don't be afraid!"

Song Nuo smiled, he didn't smile often, he usually had a cold face, although Qiao Mingyuan wasn't afraid of him, but this kind of smile was a bit wanton, with a bit of teasing, Song Nuo had never done it before, Qiao Mingyuan was obviously dumbfounded.

Song Nuo took the child's hand and said "Follow me" before heading towards the zombies who heard the wind. Song Nuo swung his knife in a tight way, quickly resolved it, and leaned towards the back of the mall. The people inside blocked all the front doors, so the back door might leave a passage for entry and exit.

Sure enough, the back door seemed to hear someone outside, and a gap had been opened, and many people looked out there.

There are not many of them, less than 100, and they usually hide near the back door, so no one heard Song Nuo shaking the front door, even if they heard it, they would think it was a zombie until Song Nuo brought Qiao Mingyuan. When they got to the side and rear, they clearly heard the sound of killing zombies, so they opened the gap carefully.

Song Nuo rushed in with Qiao Mingyuan in his arms, and the people by the door quickly closed the thing that was blocking the door.Song Nuo saw that it was still the counter.

The people who closed the door gasped for a few breaths, and gathered around Song Nuo. Seeing the cold glint of the knife in Song Nuo's hand, they were both shocked and frightened.

"Hey, brother, you're pretty good at it," said a young man in his 20s with a smile on his face and good spirits. It seemed that the food in the mall was relatively sufficient. He pointed at Song Nuo's knife , asked him curiously, "Is this a sword? Dude, are you a martial arts student? Hey, you're so fucking handsome!"

"Cut—" A fat man next to him taunted him with contempt on his face. The relationship between the two should be good. "If you don't understand, don't pretend to understand. How can this be a sword? This is a knife, okay. Right? Dude. "

Song Nuo nodded, "Knife." After speaking, enduring his nausea, he rubbed the blade of the knife against the remaining blood drops on his jeans before sheathing the knife.

Seeing Song Nuo close the knife, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Just now they saw that when the young man went down with the knife, the zombie's head was sometimes chopped off halfway, and sometimes its neck was severed. Don't be sloppy, such a cruel person, even if he has a child with him, everyone is a little bit on tenterhooks.

The young man who spoke at the beginning was quite familiar, and he introduced to Song Nuo carelessly, "Dude, you are welcome to join, my name is Xi Cheng, and my family lives nearby. I fled here with the people around me a few days ago. It's my buddy, Wang Yuan," he said, leaning on the fat man, "hey, don't look at him as fat, let me tell you, he's really strong."

Wang Yuan rolled his eyes, you brat, you are so close to everyone, you don't even have any vision at all, you can pinch you to death if you don't see anyone frowning?

Wang Yuan stretched out his fat white hand, "Hello, Wang Yuan, don't pay attention to him, he's crazy."

In fact, he misunderstood Song Nuo. As soon as Song Nuo entered the door, he felt several strong thoughts, such as despair and resentment, which kept lingering in his mind. His brows were wrinkled tightly.

Song Nuo stretched out his hand and shook Wang Yuan's soft fleshy hand. There was a hard callus on the palm, and his voice was weak, "Song Nuo." Seeing Wang Yuan looking at the child next to him, Song Nuo said, "This is my brother... ..." He just remembered that he didn't know the child's name yet.

Qiao Mingyuan blinked, smiled at them, and said, "My name is Qiao Mingyuan."

The author has something to say: If there is no click, the forest will not open. .There are no comments. .If you don't have a collection, you can't open the forest. . (￣.￣)

Unhappy, I decided to vent my anger with Shuanggeng. .How is it swollen? (￣.￣)

╮(￣▽￣)╭wocare?

All right. .you win