Chapter 390: In order to survive in the end times, I recommend myself to be the boss’s bedmate (5)
In order to survive in the end times, I recommended myself to be the boss's bedmate (XV)
"You are back."
"Thank you for your hard work."
"You've worked hard out there."
"Welcome back."
Zhu Mingjian and his companions led the way with Song Ning and the others as they walked in. Song Ning heard people everywhere on the road greeting Zhu Mingjian and his companions.
Those people were old and young, but they all looked almost the same - they obviously respected Zhu Mingjian and his companions very much, and their attitude towards them was very nice.
"They are all lovely people, right? Because they know we go out on patrol every day, they always say thank you for your hard work every time they meet and greet us. In fact, they all work very hard."
As if he had guessed what Song Ning was thinking, Zhu Mingjian, who was walking in front, turned around and smiled.
Song Ning thought about it and shook his head.
"If they think you're working hard, then you must be working hard too."
The people have sharp eyes, and they have seen many people, young and old, along the way. It is obvious that someone is protecting them to the extent that they are able to survive.
"Haha, you're quite good at talking, little handsome boy."
Zhu Mingjian saw that he naturally had no other thoughts, and his heart was also complicated.
This little girl is really well protected by the man around her.
He had seen many survivors, and any one who saw their wall would beg him to let them stay and live in it.
Song Ning was the first person he had ever seen who remained unmoved. He seemed not to be afraid of either the weather or the zombies. The reason behind this was not difficult to guess.
"I'm just telling the truth."
Song Ning smiled, and the group of people quickly arrived at a building.
There are people coming and going in the building. It is not difficult to see that there are many people living here, and there are almost no idle people.
They were all busy doing their own things, and Zhu Mingjian led Song Ning and the other man through them into a warmer room.
"Please take a seat, both of you. I'll have someone bring you a cup of tea."
Zhu Mingjian sat down on the upper seat, took off his hat and a trace of fatigue was clearly visible on his face.
Song Ning looked around the room and turned to look at Lance.
"It's a little way to keep warm, but it's not suitable for us. Do you like this?"
Lance turned his head to look at him.
These humans are pretty good. They are the closest he has come to experiencing human characteristics after all the miles he has traveled - although they are weak, when humans unite themselves, they will become very powerful.
"No, I'm just curious."
Song Ning hurriedly shook his head.
Someone soon came over with tea leaves and cups, and also held a pot in his hand, but it looked cold.
While Song Ning was still wondering how to make tea, he saw the man put his hand on the bottom of the pot, and then a flame came out.
Can it still come like this?
Song Ning's eyes widened.
"It's just a little trick of using supernatural powers. The person next to you, handsome boy, must be much more powerful than our people. There's no need to be so surprised."
Zhu Mingjian took the freshly brewed tea, blew on it twice, and drank it impatiently.
After running outside for two hours in this weather, he really felt like the blood in his body was about to freeze.
This horrible weather is so unfriendly to people in the south.
"I just didn't expect it could be used this way, I'm a little curious."
After being hinted at by Zhu Mingjian, even if Song Ning was a fool he could tell that this man was testing Lance's strength.
He immediately became alert, hooked his fingers around Lance's hand, and quietly tightened his grip on the machete that was originally on his leg.
"Enjoy your tea."
Lance saw it, but whispered something to comfort him.
Song Ning looked at him worriedly. Is everything okay?
Lance still had a blank expression on his face, looking indifferent and calm.
Song Ning gradually breathed a sigh of relief, then reached out to pick up his own teacup.
Zhu Mingjian watched the interaction between the two and many thoughts flashed through his mind. In the end, he just treated the two to a few cups of hot tea and then let them leave.
The two figures, one tall and one short, walked away. Lin Yueyue then emerged from the darkness with a serious look on her face.
"Are you really going to let them go like this? That man is very dangerous."
"It doesn't matter."
Zhu Mingjian looked at him for a few more seconds before turning around and letting down his guard.
"Although he is dangerous, the children around him are cute, aren't they? To us, they are not enemies."
"But……"
Lin Yueyue wanted to say something, but Zhu Mingjian looked at her helplessly.
"Don't forget that our combat power is limited. I can't tell the true strength of that man. What if we really fight and there are too many casualties?"
Lin Yueyue was suddenly speechless.
Zhu Mingjian raised his head and glanced at the snowflakes still falling from the sky, his tone solemn.
"Rather than them, it is more important to find more warm supplies. It is still autumn now."
Lin Yueyue's heart shuddered, and she couldn't help but glance at the gray sky.
Yes, it’s only September now. If winter really comes, how will we survive?
"Brother, is that a small base?"
Song Ning didn't walk on the way back - Lance found a sled from somewhere, and he now sat on the back, holding Lance's waist. The cold wind coming towards him was completely blocked by the tall figure in front of him.
"Ah."
Lance still doesn't talk much, but Song Ning has almost gotten used to it.
He stuffed his hands into Lance's pockets and puffed white smoke from his mouth.
"So do you think they can make it through this? In this weather."
"Zhu Mingjian is a smart man, he has the ability."
Lance's evaluation was very objective.
He had observed the small base, and the fact that it could remain so vibrant in such weather, whether in terms of infrastructure or manpower mobilization, showed that they had a very good person in charge.
Zhu Mingjian's discovery and tracking of them, as well as his invitation, and his final decision to personally send them off after many attempts, all show that Zhu Mingjian is not only extremely meticulous, but also has a sense of the overall situation and knows how to advance and retreat.
"Really? That's good. I hope those people can survive."
Song Ning sighed, "There are many elderly people and children in there. I am worried that they may feel too cold."
Lance was silent for two seconds, then suddenly asked back.
"Are you worried about them? Do you want to help them?"
Song Ning was a little confused by the question. He just felt a little emotional. Why did Lance ask that?
Just as they returned, Song Ning got off the sled first, and then saw Lance's brows slightly frowned, as if he was thinking about something.
He suddenly realized what the point of Lance's question was.
Does Lance feel that he wants to help those people, so he is thinking about how to help them?
"elder brother!"
Song Ning rushed over quickly, and Lance unconsciously and skillfully caught the person and picked him up with one hand.
The cheeks that were not touched by the cold wind felt slightly warm. Song Ning sat on his arms and looked down at the person he was leaning on, feeling a little sweet and inexplicably sad.
"Brother, I didn't ask you to help them. I think it's good enough for the two of us to live well on our own."
He is not a fool. He can live a good life because Lance is carrying the burden for him. How can he let Lance be so selfless to help more people because of his own selfishness?
Song Ning thought about it, suddenly stretched out his hand and hooked Lance's neck, and his voice softened eight degrees.
"Brother, is it dangerous outside now? I want to make up for my lessons."
Lance, who was still thinking about something, immediately became sharp in his eyes. After a while, he held the person, opened the door, and gave instructions.
"Go in and get ready. I'll park the car."