Du Jiujiu opened the door a crack wide enough for one person, stretched out her hand and quickly pulled the person outside the room in, and then immediately locked the door tightly.

The rain outside was surprisingly heavy, but in just a moment, a large puddle of water poured into the house.

The cold wind blew the bonfire in the house flickering. By the light of the fire, Du Jiujiu looked up and down at the man who was pulled in by her.

He was tall and strong, and his thin T-shirt, soaked in the rain, clung tightly to his body, outlining his perfect lines.

But his face was covered with mud and blood, and he looked very embarrassed.

"Thank you..." The man tried to stand up straight, but he seemed to be in great pain, with heavy breathing in his voice.

As expected, the man was seriously injured.

After he straightened up, Du Jiujiu could clearly see a deep wound across his chest.

Probably because it has been soaked in the rain, the wound has turned a little white, and blood is still seeping out from it. It looks very human.

"Sit down quickly and stop moving!" Seeing that the man still wanted to move around, Du Jiujiu quickly pulled him over and pushed him down on the chair.

"Are you an evolved person? Well...if an ordinary person suffered such an injury, he might have died a long time ago." As Du Jiujiu said this, he took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, warmed it by the fire and handed it over.

Gave it to him.

The man didn't reach out to take the water, and looked blankly at Du Jiujiu's face.

Du Jiujiu suddenly thought of something, her face suddenly turned red, and she growled angrily: "No matter what you look at, you won't be any better!"

The man seemed to have noticed his gaffe, and quickly took the water and looked away from her face.

"...I just...seem to have seen you somewhere."

"Have you seen me? Your excuse is too cliche." Du Jiujiu smiled disdainfully, turned around, and subconsciously touched her face covered with scabs.

"What's your name? Why are you here?" Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Hu Xiaoyun quickly walked over and asked in a low voice.

"My name is...Luo Yucheng. Previously...when I was on the road with my teammates, we suddenly encountered a heavy rain and were attacked by many mutated creatures...I got separated from my teammates. Fortunately, I met you. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this time."

It's going to be much worse..." Probably because he hurt his lungs, Luo Yucheng coughed violently after saying these words in one breath.

"Drink some water quickly, take a good rest and stop talking." Du Jiujiu finally relented after seeing this. Her face turned like this. No wonder others looked at her more, why take it out on a seriously injured person.

Luo Yucheng didn't mean to blame Du Jiujiu at all. When he saw her, he turned around and looked at her apologetically.

Du Jiujiu looked at his pure eyes without any impurities, and couldn't help but regret her childish behavior just now.

"You must be hungry. We still have some food here. I'll get it for you." Du Jiujiu coughed dryly, stood up, walked to his backpack, and rummaged through it.

They had just finished eating the last dried meat, and there were still a lot of compressed biscuits and chocolates. But in his current state, it was not appropriate to eat chocolate.

Du Jiujiu took out a piece of compressed biscuit, put it into a small stainless steel basin in the Malatang shop, put half a bottle of water in it, stirred it with a spoon and put it next to the campfire.

The bonfire had enough materials and burned very vigorously. After a while, wisps of hot steam came out of the basin, and the fragrance gradually spread out.

Du Jiujiu picked it up before it became hot, blew on it, and handed it to Luo Yucheng, who had been sitting on a chair to rest.

Luo Yucheng looked at the basin of greasy dark yellow paste that she brought over. His face, which had always been calm even though he was seriously injured, showed a shocked expression for the first time.

Why does this pot of things look so similar...!?

Fortunately, he had suffered a lot before the end of the world. In order to survive, he had eaten food a hundred times more disgusting than this.

Although he looked ugly, he still took it, picked up the spoon inside, and ate it slowly.

"Thank you, it tastes...not bad."

Du Jiujiu saw that he had finished eating everything in the basin, and then reached out to take the basin over.

"After you have eaten, rest. We will leave here early tomorrow morning. We will not take away the water, and we will leave some food for you. You can recuperate here and see you again in the future."

With Wei Qingqing here, Du Jiujiu will naturally not take these bottled water, which are very precious to others, in his eyes. And this little food is nothing to Du Jiujiu who occupies a supermarket.

Luo Yucheng was seriously injured at this time, and he would not be able to find food on his own for a short time. He had a good impression on Du Jiujiu, and Du Jiujiu was very willing to save his life.

Probably because he ate something warm, Luo Yucheng's face looked much better.

After hearing Du Jiujiu's words, he was stunned for a moment. He seemed to want to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he swallowed the words when they reached his lips.

Du Jiujiu looked at the clock on the wall. The hour hand just pointed to twelve o'clock.

Hu Xiaoyun's spirit recovered from the tension at this time, and he began to yawn one after another non-stop.

"Sister Xiaoyun, you can rest here, I'll keep watch." Upon seeing this, Du Jiujiu pointed to a set of tables and chairs on the other side of the bonfire and said to Hu Xiaoyun.

"It's better for me to keep vigil. I've already had a rest just now." Hu Xiaoyun had just slept lightly, and she could vaguely feel that Du Jiujiu had been watching over her. She also couldn't bear to let Du Jiujiu be too tired after a day of running around.

.

"My physical fitness is much better than yours. One night without sleep is nothing. You have a good rest. If the rain stops early tomorrow morning, we will go back."

Hu Xiaoyun still wanted to refuse, but seeing that Du Jiujiu was very determined, he had no choice but to give up.

She was really exhausted. Not long after she lay down on the bed made of chairs, she began to breathe evenly.

The small room became quiet again.

Du Jiujiu sat by the fire, listening to the sounds of the strong wind blowing the branches outside and the heavy rain hitting the glass door, but quietly looked at Luo Yucheng, who had his eyes closed tightly.

His hair is very short. Even if it is wet from the rain, it is clearly defined and stands straight on the top of his head.

The dirt and blood stains on his face were mixed with rainwater, and after being wiped with a towel, their original appearance was revealed.

It seems that he is often exposed to the sun. His skin is a light wheat color. A pair of thick sword eyebrows go straight into his hair, and the bridge of his nose is very straight, just like the mountain peaks among the clouds.

Good-looking people are like paintings, they always make people want to look at them more. Du Jiujiu believed that even before the end of the world, she had never met such a good-looking man.

The only person who can compare with him is Su Xiaohan, whom he met not long ago. However, compared with his slightly feminine appearance, this masculine appearance is more in line with Du Jiujiu's aesthetics.

Although Du Jiujiu did not ask about his identity, there were already some guesses in Du Jiujiu's mind.

From the moment he entered the door, Du Jiujiu noticed that his right hand had been resting calmly on the pocket of his trousers. Judging from the outline of the pocket, it seemed that the large thing contained in it was probably a pistol.

Although the pistol is the most powerful weapon that is easy to carry, it no longer poses a great threat to Du Jiujiu today.

Du Jiujiu believed that if he was prepared, he could have dozens of ways to grab the gun and subdue the opponent before he pulled the trigger.

However, although this gun is not a threat to Du Jiujiu, it does not mean that it is the same to others. The control of firearms in this country has always been very strict. If it is not a special occupation, firearms are still difficult for most people.

Reachable weapons.

He carries a firearm on his body, coupled with his tall and straight posture and clean and neat manners.

Du Jiujiu was almost certain that the man in front of him was a soldier, and it was very likely that he had a lot of combat experience.

Seeing his miserable appearance lying there with serious injuries, Du Jiujiu sighed deeply.
Chapter completed!