bookrandom Chapter 261: I became a loser who fled with my boyfriend in the end times and everyone hated me (3)
Chapter 261: I became a loser who fled with my boyfriend in the end times and everyone hated me (3)
A gap slowly formed at the end of the team that was big enough for one person to pass through, and then a man with a gun walked in from the outermost edge, causing Qi Heng to take a few more glances.
He has standard sword-like eyebrows, a high nose bridge, deep eyes, healthy wheat-colored skin, black hair and amber pupils.
Perhaps due to years of fighting, he has well-developed muscles, broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, and a good figure that makes his peers jealous.
If this aura were to happen in peacetime, any normal man would be so frightened that his legs would go weak.
The original owner noticed early on that something was not right between the protagonist Chu Sinian and Mu Anze.
Whenever Chu Sinian faced Mu Anze, his cold and hard face would always melt a little, which made the original owner's heart alarm bells go off!
He stared at Mu Anze more and more closely, wishing to follow him wherever he went. This was also the reason why he was so persistent in leaving the base with the team. The original owner was afraid that the two of them would take the team away.
Even though he was hostile to Chu Sinian, Chu Sinian was too powerful. He had previously threatened the original owner not to become a burden to Mu Anze, and after making the threat, he punched through the thick wall next to the original owner's head in front of him.
From then on, the original owner was afraid of Chu Sinian, just like a mouse would shiver unconsciously when seeing a cat, and its eyes would wander to avoid looking into the cat's eyes.
Qi Heng is like this now. Since Chu Sinian appeared, he immediately stopped clamoring and turned into a quail, obediently shrinking back into the host's arms.
For fear of attracting too much attention, he buried his whole face under the host's suit and trembled slightly.
The hot and rapid breath penetrated the lining of the suit and entered the host's skin, making him feel itchy...
It was strange, his heart had clearly stopped beating a long time ago, but he could still feel itchy.
The man's thighs and waist were tense, and his body seemed to be curled into a ball.
He was obviously an uncle, an adult man, but he was trembling when he saw the army leader.
What? There are already people who are afraid? This is difficult to discipline...
The host looked a little unhappy for some reason. He raised his fox eyes that were narrowed into slits under the clown mask. His bloodshot pupils stared at the special forces soldier for a long while, then withdrew his gaze without interest.
Or is the coward in my arms interesting...
Putting the fallen windbreaker back on Qi Heng, the host leaned close to the man and whispered in his ear:
"Uncle, I took the picture of you.
100 level zombies are not easy to find. I took a lot of effort to gather them together and kill them. It also took me half an hour to collect the crystal cores in their brains. Now I use all of them to buy you.
So, you are mine, I will take you away and train you sooner or later, wait for me."
Although these two sentences were said with a smile, Qi Heng felt a chill in his tailbone. He suddenly realized that it was not a wise move to nestle in the arms of this host.
With the windbreaker covering his thigh, the hand that was hugging his thigh began to become dishonest and knead it wantonly in full view of everyone.
Qi Heng's legs were tied up with hemp ropes, and he was like a lamb to be slaughtered, unable to break free.
Qi Heng was forced to withdraw his attention from Chu Sinian. He looked at the host in shock, and through the mask he met the pair of fox eyes that had narrowed again, shouting, "Let me go!"
But after shouting for a long time, he didn't dare to actually punch the host.
The original owner was a coward in front of the strong. He was an ordinary person without any special abilities and had an inferiority complex in his bones.
The only person in the entire special forces team he dared to ignore was Mu Anze, because he took advantage of the fact that Mu Anze believed his drunken lies and felt guilty about him.
There were always special forces soldiers who spoke up for Mu Anze behind his back. The original owner overheard them several times but he didn't dare to go out and argue, because he knew that if he did he would only get beaten.
The host in front of him was quite famous in the West Suburbs Base. It was rumored that he was a level seven psychic, one level higher than the head of the West Suburbs Base. It would be a miracle if the original owner really dared to offend him.
Qi Heng's weak appearance made the host realize something. He put on a smile again, and his gloved hands under his windbreaker became bolder.
The hand that was originally on the outside of the thigh gradually kneaded to the base of the thigh. Qi Heng was really panicked now.
Cursing him in his heart as a madman, he had no choice but to look at Chu Sinian with pleading eyes.
The special forces present had excellent hearing and sharp eyesight, so they naturally noticed the abnormality under the windbreaker.
The man felt disgusted but had to endure it, thinking that the noise would be so small that it wouldn't be discovered. His expression full of hope was seen by everyone present.
A strange feeling spread across their hearts, and the group of young and energetic special forces looked at Qi Heng with increasingly complicated eyes.
Chu Sinian glanced at the host with disgust. He didn't have a good impression of Qi Heng, so naturally he would not expose such dirty tricks.
Just pretend you didn't see anything.
"If you arrest him and interrogate him, you will definitely find out who is behind the underground auction house in the western suburbs.
Qi Heng, come with me to the hospital to see Mu Anze. If he doesn't wake up, you won't have to live anymore."
After he finished speaking, he walked closer, ignoring the host's gloomy gaze, grabbed the hemp rope on Qi Heng's wrist and pulled it outward.
Qi Heng broke away from the host's arms and fell to the ground.
Seeing Chu Sinian pulling him and turning to leave, he hurriedly reminded
"Feet! There are ropes on my feet, please help me untie them, otherwise how can I walk?"
He looked like a scoundrel asking for a beating if I didn't help him untie it. Well, it made me want to give him a good beating.
Chu Sinian frowned, pulled out the dagger from his waist and cut the hemp ropes on his hands and feet with two or three strokes.
After regaining his freedom, Qi Heng staggered to his feet, and his windbreaker fell off again. He lowered his head and hurriedly picked up the windbreaker and put it on himself again. He felt that there were not enough buttons, so he followed Chu Sinian barefoot.
The burning gaze from behind made Qi Heng dare not look back, because he realized that the host was a hundred times more dangerous than Chu Sinian.
At least Chu Sinian wouldn't do anything to him, and he almost did it in front of everyone...
Compared to being the host, he would rather be shunned by Chu Sinian or be taken to the hospital to kowtow to Mu Anze.
The windbreaker was knee-length, effectively hiding the bruises on Qi Heng's thighs caused by excitement.
Renci Central Hospital VLP Ward—
Chu Sinian said with a cold face, "Go, apologize to Mu Anze, and say whatever comes to your mind."
The doctor said that in order to wake Mu Anze up, there must be very intense emotional stimulation.
No matter what emotion it is, whether it is hatred or love, as long as it can arouse Mu Anze's emotions, it will be useful.
Everyone has tried it, and now only Qi Heng is left.
Chu Sinian guessed that only Qi Heng could wake Mu Anze up.
Qi Heng pushed Mu Anze towards the zombies, causing him to be scratched by a level 4 zombie and fall into coma.
Mu Anze must hate Qi Heng very much...
Qi Heng tugged at the sleeves of his windbreaker uncomfortably. "Sorry? I shouldn't have waited for him to wake up before..."
Sure enough, the instrument connected to Mu Anze's heartbeat at the bedside began to beep.
Chu Sinian could no longer care about anything else. He grabbed Qi Heng's forearm, dragged him closer to the bed, and threw Qi Heng to the side of the bed.
Qi Heng's ankle was already weak, and with this swing, he half fell to the ground.
"If you don't want to die, keep going."
If the system had a favorability detection function, Chu Sinian's favorability towards Qi Heng would definitely be a negative number that hit rock bottom.
He didn't kill him immediately because he wanted to wait for Mu Anze to wake up and hand Qi Heng over to him for disposal. After all, he was the victim.
Being stared at by Chu Sinian, Qi Heng's scalp tingled. He hurriedly used all his life's knowledge to apologize to Mu Anze, even if it meant personally degrading himself into the mud.
Really...he even gave up his dignity just to survive, Chu Sinian thought.
Oh yeah, where does he get his dignity?
Thinking of the night when he took the initiative to get Mu Anze drunk, and the anxious back of him carrying the man into the house;
Chu Sinian disliked Qi Heng more and more because of his cowardly look when he was molested in public by the man in the clown mask but did not dare to fight back.