After finishing the things, Chu Yu sent Song Duanyan back to the house, helped him wash his hair, bathed and washed his clothes, and his hair was dried ninety percent, which was a one-stop service for Tianluo girl.

Finally, she stood at the door and said goodbye to the man: "Good night." ”

Song Duanyan stood in the room, there was still a fog of moisture under his eyes, looking younger and cleaner, he raised his hand, and his voice was soft.

"Good night."

As soon as Chu Yu left, he returned to his house, wearing disposable gloves, and transforming the ball with the small objects he had just brought back.

In the corner of the living room, there is a workbench that he has transformed, which is brightly lit, and all kinds of tools are not readily available, but they are almost all available.

In the bright light, he quickly disassembles or assembles, his hands are like the most sophisticated instruments in the world, and every movement he makes is flawlessly beautiful.

And when doing this, the lines on the man's face are still elegant and soft, and they are not hideous at all, proving that he is so handy with what he is doing now.

After a short time, Song Duanyan transformed the ball.

White, furry.

It's the type Chu Yu wants.

He glanced up at the time, it would be half past nine.

Before the end of the world, he generally slept at two or three o'clock in the morning, got up on time at half past seven every day, and started his daily work at eight o'clock, repeating the cycle, and the biological clock was accurate.

Sleep only four or five hours a day.

Because too much sleep rest can paralyze his brain.

But during this time, because he had nothing to do, or because Chu Yu was served too comfortably every time he bathed him, his sleep time was constantly advanced, basically around eleven o'clock.

It's still early.

Song Duanyan stood up, moved his slightly sore waist and fingers, he took off his gloves, and repeatedly washed his fingers and fingers with disinfectant water.

As soon as I turned around, I saw the towel that Chu Yu was hanging on the chair, which she had just used to wipe her hair.

Song Duanyan walked over, picked up the towel without any isolation, and raised his hand to faintly smell a piece of incense.

The shampoo she used was the same as his, but when she inhaled it, it seemed to smell different, as if hers was better and warmer.

Song Duanyan threw the towel out to dry - during this time, he always watched Chu Yu do these jobs, and he also learned a little bit of life wastewood.

There is no washing.

Either it won't, or it's for some other reason.

Then, he gathered his fingertips and twisted them gently, the corners of his lips seemed to be hooked, and he didn't wash them thoroughly with disinfectant again, and went to get the book again.

To be honest, the writings that Chu Yu gave him were boring things and had no nutrition, but time passed slowly in this room, so just look at it casually and use it to pass the time.

More often than not, he was just waiting in this room for Chu Yu to come back.

He used to hate inefficient waste of time, but now, in this room, this unwarranted waste of time seems to be a fun thing.

I can't tell you what kind of mood it was.

It was as if a seed was buried in his heart, which was usually motionless, but when he saw her, he could pull out a little green bud; Say a few words to her, and the sprout will grow rapidly, giving birth to strong stems and leaves; She is little at him again, and the flower bone at the top will bloom silently.

It's as if the whole day of waiting has made sense.

But the wait was still too boring and long, so he built a wireless communicator.

- No matter where she was, he could hear her voice first.

Of course.

If she took the initiative to find him, so much the better.

The night was destined to be different, though.

Song Duanyan pulled out a book, and on the cover the gouache painter depicted a man and a woman, the woman's facial features were unknown, her body was slender, and she had thick long hair.

Much like that person.

"1001 Newly Married: Provoke the Wife, Kiss Non-stop"

Song Duanyan's fingertips paused, he didn't quite understand the meaning of the title, but because of this similarity, he finally took out the book and turned the first page......

What follows made him baffle and make him frown, but because of some strange attraction, he kept reading the book.

At this time, he didn't know what kind of bizarre new world he would open!

-

The next day.

Chu Yu went to make breakfast for Song Duanyan as usual, but found that he looked depressed, and there was a circle of green shadows under his eyelids, which became more and more obvious because of his white skin.

"You didn't rest last night, okay?"

"I didn't rest."

Chu Yu was startled, just as Song Duanyan threw the modified small round ball over, this time it was white and fluffy, similar to Xue Tuanzi.

The latter was so angry that it puffed into a ball—although it was, it swelled for another day.

[I'm not so stupid! 】

Chu Yu stared at his dark circles: "Just because...... Want to do this for me? ”

Suddenly a sense of guilt arose.

Song Duanyan looked up at her: "No." ”

“？”

"The communicator is ready in no time, and the rest of the time I'm reading books......," he paused, as if emphasizing, "look at the books you gave me yesterday." ”

Chu Yu was even more surprised: "Is it so good-looking?" ”

"Not really." Song Duanyan stopped the language, "It's very strange, many words can be understood but can't be understood...... But it can't be stopped. ”

Song Duanyan liked this, Chu Yu also knew about it, so he thought he was addicted, nodded without much care, and said:

"Then I'll send you some more next time?"

Song Duanyan's delicate facial features were shrouded in faint dark circles, and he felt a sense of vulnerability for no reason, and he looked at Chu Yan's eyes strangely and hesitantly.

These were sent by her, if she wished......

"Okay." Song Duanyan said, "I will study them as soon as possible." ”

Chu Wei, who is not on the same channel at all: "Don't be in such a hurry." ”

After all, isn't reading a book just to pass the time?

-

Song Duanyan stayed in the house with the purpose of thoroughly studying "women to romance", while Chu Yu chose to go out and continue to be responsible for cleaning up the zombies around.

Zhuo Shaoqing and two less injured team members also joined in.

Of course, Chu Yu would not disagree.

Although Zhuo Shaoqing's ability did not break through the fifth order, it was also at the level of the middle stage of the fourth order, which was about to reach the peak level, only a little worse than Chu Yu.

In addition, he is a thunder ability, and his damage is strong, and he can electrify a large number of zombies with one shot!

Known as the post-apocalyptic Pikachu!

And they used to be soldiers, with clear combat ideas and smooth cooperation, just like Song Duanyan said, it is really very easy to use.

Another wave of zombies was solved, and when he was resting, Zhuo Shaoqing came to Chu Yu's side.

"At this rate, there are two more locations to explore today......"

He first chatted casually with Chu Yantian, Chu Yan glanced at him, and also lazily responded, and after a while, Zhuo Shaoqing cut to the chase.

"Captain Chu, where did you pick up that wonderful man next to you last night?"