When Tan Shurun woke up, he found himself lying on the bed, under which was a soft and comfortable quilt, covered with a thin blanket, and the wounds on his hands had been treated simply, that is, his hands were wrapped like pig's trotters, which was a bit ugly.

What about people? That bastard who dared to knock her out!

Looking around, there was a sound of water flowing in real time, Tan Shurun supported the edge of the bed with his wrist, got off the ground, and followed the sound to find the past, this is the presidential suite of the hotel, all kinds of facilities are readily available, the virus outbreak has killed people, but it also left a variety of convenient furniture created by people, and there is electricity here, the temperature of the air conditioner is just right, and even the whole person has become relaxed and brisk.

Tan Shurun didn't know how long she had been sleeping, but it was already daytime, and the morning light from the window softly sprinkled on the bedroom floor, and at the same time, it also stretched the busy figure in the semi-open kitchen to her feet.

This picture is very impactful, the man standing in the aperture, the old blood stains on his ragged clothes are mottled, weird, Tan Shurun thinks that if there are still people in the circle of friends to watch, she really wants to take a photo and send it to the circle of friends, the title is, the zombie king is cooking for me, will it be delicious?

Wait a minute!

Delicious? The rumored bloodthirsty zombie king shouldn't be so kind and friendly, right, is it planning to use her as an ingredient, and the bandaging is also because he wants to keep the ingredients fresh, and he doesn't want me to hang up so early?

rambling his brain, in the end, even Tan Shurun believed it, and walked towards the entrance with trembling feet, intending to leave here quietly.

"I locked the door, and you can't get out by yourself."

Tan Shurun's footsteps paused, he straightened up with an embarrassed smile, turned around and faced him: "I'm just active, I don't want to go, by the way, what are you...... What are you doing? ”

Tan Shurun looked at the induction cooker and asked tentatively, "Is it delicious?" ”

"Instant porridge in the room."

Tan Shurun breathed a long sigh of relief in his chest, fortunately he didn't plan to take her for breakfast, probably because she was scared by the zombies dancing around yesterday, and she woke up early in the morning, and her brain was not very clear.

The porridge was quickly heated, and the man brought it to the table, and Tan Shurun also curiously gathered around him, pulled a chair and sat down.

The owner of the zombie should also be a zombie, but are the zombies vegetarian?

One day in the legend, a man who can control zombies suddenly appeared, formed an army of zombies to fight against the human army, and the painting style was fierce and strange.

As for how she recognized this man, thanks to Zhan Huan, two years later, if nothing else, Zhan Huan would let her pretend to be Zhan Meng to marry this man who came to the door with an army of zombies.

Tan Shurun held his cheeks, stared at the man sitting across the table in a daze, until he was stunned, he looked down at the porridge in the middle of the table, and then at Tan Shurun, stretched out his hand, pushed the bowl in the direction of Tan Shurun, and said, "You eat." ”

Tan Shurun suddenly felt flattered, pointed to himself and asked, "For me?" ”

"Yes."

Sure enough, it's a zombie, so there's no need to eat, Tan Shurun confirmed this, but it's even more strange, this man is dressed in tatters, except for being handsome, he is no different from ordinary humans, what did he rely on to rule the zombie army?

Is it by face?

Tan Shurun slapped the unrealistic thoughts in her mind, and turned her head down to take the spoon to prepare to eat, although it was instant porridge, but the fragrance was fragrant, and it looked very good, she stretched out her hand, and found out in hindsight that her hand was wrapped into a round hand of the same style as Doraemon, and she couldn't hold the spoon.

This meeting was a little awkward.

Tan Shurun smiled embarrassedly, and scratched his head in embarrassment: "Ha, it's not very convenient to have your hands." ”

She looked down and thought about pinching it directly with her mouth, but as soon as she put her mouth over, the bowl was taken away.

？？ Meow meow? Don't give it to eat??

However, in the next second, Tan Shurun saw the man scoop a spoonful of porridge, blew it, handed it to her mouth, and said, "Ah, open your mouth." ”

The action and tone of feeding the child, as well as this thick expressionless face, I don't know if I thought she wouldn't eat, he would kill her!

Tan Shurun opened his mouth silently, and his little heart thumped to enjoy the top breakfast treatment served by the zombie king, and he almost didn't choke to death by the soft glutinous porridge.

……

At the end of breakfast, Tan Shurun saw the man take the book, moved the chaise longue to the window, where he could see the sky outside, and could also bathe in the warm sun, the man half lay down on his side and opened the book.

Sunshine, books, handsome and handsome man, ignoring the clothes comparable to beggars, this picture turned out to be surprisingly strange harmony and eye-catching, he is a man who is himself a very mysterious and contradictory character, but the ending is not good, and it can be regarded as the sorrow of a generation of heroes.

Tan Shurun felt a pity for this man, if it weren't for their camp standing on both ends of the opposite end of the human race and the monster zombies, if he was on the side of the human race, then maybe he would live longer and have a better ending.

The room was too quiet, and Tan Shurun had nothing to say: "Did you live here before?" ”

"It's not."

"Yesterday, thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome."

This man, the man who rescued her from the zombies, should have been terrified to the extreme, but now, in the luxurious presidential suite, he asked and answered with her.

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what's your name?"

She used to hear Zhan Meng call this man more and more, but she didn't know what the name was, Zhan Meng and this man had an unusual relationship, and she couldn't use such an intimate name, she couldn't always call her, and, according to the development of the plot, for this man, the two of them met for the first time, and it was necessary to ask each other's names, and she couldn't miss it.

"The more and more."

Tan Shurun couldn't hold back, smiled, and said curiously: "Is it really called Yueyue?" Is it a nickname? "What about the Daimyo?

The man looked at Tan Shurun deeply, and said seriously: "It's called Yue Yue." ”

Big guy, you are a zombie king, called Yue Yue, aren't you too domineering?