Chapter 378: In order to survive in the end times, I recommend myself to be the boss’s bedmate (3)

Chapter 378: In order to survive in the end times, I recommend myself to be the boss’s bedmate (3)

In order to survive in the end times, I recommended myself to become the boss's bedmate (Part 3)

Lance hadn't expected this human to be such a loser.

On the way to carry the person back, he was still wondering why this human being didn't speak, then he found that this human being had fainted leaning on his shoulder.

This gave him somewhat of a headache.

It was clearly this human who offered to help get the supplies, but in the end, he was the only one who had to bring back all the supplies, and he also had to bring back this fragile human.

Lance settled the people in his room and began to check if there was any problem with his system.

Otherwise, how could he appear in a new world without being bound to a host this time?

[Check completed. Due to unknown reasons, an unknown firewall appeared in the database, resulting in a large amount of data loss. It is estimated that it will take three months for humans to break through the firewall and obtain the data. ]

Three months?

Lance frowned. He had never experienced such a situation in his life. How could this happen?

And what about the so-called unknown reasons?

Where is the host he is supposed to bind to?

These questions were temporarily suppressed by him, and Lance walked over to the human lying on his bed.

This human being should be very good looking.

He was not sure, after all, he was just a system and not a human.

But Lance had a feeling that humans should be considered pretty good among humans.

Otherwise, when this human offered to warm his bed, why would he agree so strangely?

It must be because he is now using a human body, which is the instinct of being a male human.

With that explanation in hand, Lance stood up and began to examine the two bags he had brought back.

Soon, he was very satisfied to find the dozen or so XL boxes that the other party had brought back, and Lance looked at them carefully one by one.

spiral?

Although he has a human body, he can actually use some tricks and doesn't really need it.

Ultra-thin?

But it is still not skin-friendly enough. Is human technology really so backward?

Lance thought about it for two seconds and ruled it out.

The last type is the raised point, which he can also do by himself.

Lance looked through them for a long time with disgust, then threw them all away casually.

After thinking about it, he opened the main God Mall and exchanged for a box of special-grade small umbrellas.

He vaguely remembered hearing from some host that this small umbrella produced by the Lord God made no difference whether worn or not, and that it also had special medicinal works that could nourish the body.

After the exchange, Lance was stunned again. Why could he use the main god mall directly?

He immediately opened the exchange record and took a look, then fell into deep thought.

Not only can he use it, but he has so many points in the Lord God Mall that it's like he directly robbed a particularly wealthy host.

That’s not all. His exchange records include a particularly high number of such small umbrellas, and he even has records of other related drug exchanges.

Which host exchanged these things?

Is he some kind of sex-hungry ghost?

Song Ning woke up feeling a little groggy. When he became a little more conscious, he immediately sat up in fright.

"That bag of supplies!"

"I got it back."

A pair of straight long legs stood in front of him. Song Ning subconsciously looked up and saw Lance's face, which still looked indifferent but made him feel inexplicably relaxed.

"Boss, did you bring back all the supplies? That's good."

Song Ning breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to get up, he realized something was wrong.

"Isn't this my bed?"

"You have nothing there, this is my home."

Lance walked towards the dining table, and Song Ning noticed that the surroundings were indeed a bit unfamiliar.

But what he was more concerned about was the series of supplies laid out on the ground. Almost none of them looked unfamiliar—all of them were swept into the bag by him personally.

"Fortunately, the supplies were not lost."

Song Ning was overjoyed and quickly expressed his gratitude to Lance, "By the way, thank you for saving me."

"No need, this is a contract."

Lance handed him a glass of water and two pills, "Take the pills."

Song Ning took it obediently and ate it with water without asking any questions.

Lance was a little pleased with his well-behaved behavior, but he couldn't help frowning.

This human is really trusting of others. Without him, this human wandering outside would probably not survive more than three chapters, right?

However, this human is quite smart and has signed a contract with me, so I will definitely not let this human die.

This is worthy of praise.

After taking the medicine, Song Ning slowly stood up, but halfway through he was pressed back onto the bed by the shoulders.

"Recover from your injuries and don't move."

Only then did Song Ning realize that his feet felt a little tingling, but also a little cool.

He glanced at his feet and saw that his trouser legs had been torn off from the knees downwards. Perhaps the other party had torn them off out of impatience?

But it was bandaged very well. Even Song Ning himself didn’t dare to say that he could bandage it so well, and he probably also applied medicine.

Boss Lance, it turns out he’s a man with a cold face but a kind heart.

Song Ning's mood inexplicably became much more cheerful.

"Gulu~"

Lance, who was standing at the table drinking water, looked over. Song Ning silently pulled up the quilt to cover his head, turned around and pretended to be dead.

"Gululu~"

Song Ning pretended to be dead in the quilt.

"You just threw up what you ate. It's normal to be hungry."

Song Ning slowly lifted a corner of the quilt and looked tentatively.

"Really? You think so?"

"Get up and eat something and then rest."

Lance rummaged through the supplies and threw over a bottle of water and some bread.

"I want to cook a meal, is that ok, brother?"

Song Ning got out of bed with one foot, and his eyes lit up when he mentioned eating.

Why go through the trouble of cooking when you can eat ready-made food?

Lance was very confused. He was about to say that it was not necessary, but when he met Song Ning's bright eyes, the words inexplicably changed.

"There's plenty of time, do it if you like."

"Okay, then you wait for me, I'll do it together."

Song Ning even went back home and took the frozen food from his refrigerator.

Before, he didn't dare to cook at home because he was afraid of attracting zombies or people with ulterior motives.

But now that he had the big boss's protection, Song Ning immediately put his cooking skills, which he had developed alone until he was twenty years old, to use. He fried a pot of delicious meatballs, cooked fragrant rice, and even found the time to make several delicious pancakes and boiled some sauce for the pancakes before sitting down to eat with Lance.

After tasting his cooking, Lance secretly threw out the vacuum-packed breads.

He decided that in the future, unless it was an emergency, he would let this human cook for him. For the first time, he understood the mentality of a previous host who spent a lot of money to skip a world that was deserted of food because he couldn't stand it.

The food made by humans is indeed delicious.

After eating and drinking, Lance and Song Ning took a bath before the water was turned off.

Song Ning finished washing and slowly sat down on the bed with his body wet. He bit his lip, hesitated for a moment, then bent down to look through the supplies.

It's late at night, and he said he would warm the bed for Boss Lance.

After rummaging for a while, he found a box.

Song Ning was stunned.

The XL size was correct, but he remembered that he had only scanned a dozen boxes before? How did such a whole box come out?

Lance quickly cleaned his body and walked out of the bathroom, and saw this human looking at the box of small umbrellas with an expectant look (wrong).

He paused, an unfamiliar yet not strange feeling slowly rising in his lower abdomen.

After only a second of thought, he decided to follow human procedures. Since they had already signed the contract, they should still do what they were supposed to do, even though he was a ruler who knew nothing about it.