Half a year later, Fu Boyu took Qi Liang out of the mountain again. This time, they conquered six five-level alien beasts and one six-level alien plant in one go. Their strength is enough to directly wipe out a small base.

Fu Boyu confidently took Qi Liang into a small survivor base in the southwestern border. Just when he finally managed to gain a firm foothold, the zombie tide came.

At first, Fu Boyu wanted to organize manpower to resist, because he really didn't want to give up this great situation, but he couldn't bear the tide of zombies, and he broke through two lines of defense in a blink of an eye.

"Help, ah..."

"Escape, run away..."

"God damn it, who drove my car away..."

...

The hearts of the people have dissipated, and the tide has gone.

Realizing this, Fu Boyu punched the wall, smashing a big hole directly on it, and the stone chips fell to the ground.

Two months of hard work had been burned, and Fu Boyu was furious.

He took a deep breath and looked back at Qi Liang who was behind him.

At this moment, the zombie tide rushed into the city, and the scene suddenly became more chaotic.

Unpredictable, Qi Liang was rushed out by the swarming crowd.

"Aliang—" Fu Boyu said anxiously, the next moment, a dozen zombies rushed up, and he had to free up his hands to defend.

But he can still handle one or two high-level zombies, and when the zombies behind him join the battlefield one after another, he can't stand it.

"Aliang." He had no choice but to ask Qi Liang for help.

——Because only when Qi Liang touches people or things, can he be taken into the space by him.

On the other side, Qi Liang managed to stabilize his body. Hearing Fu Boyu's call for help, he subconsciously replied, "Boyu."

Immediately after, he seemed to want to pour something, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Failed again!

When is this day going to end?

He didn't want to live in fear any longer—

Qi Liang's heart was beating like thunder. He looked at Fu Boyu, who was fleeing from where he was, and took a step back like a conditioned reflex.

Leave him and you're free

Qi Liang's breathing stagnated, and before he could react, the person was already in the space.

Fu Boyu's outstretched hand was empty, and he just watched Qi Liang disappear in front of him.

He couldn't believe it: "Aliang!"

Before he finished speaking, the zombies behind him chased after him.

He roared, "Aliang—"

Listening to the movement outside the space, Qi Liang sat paralyzed on the ground, panting heavily.

The Grade 6 bamboo whip around his waist broke free in an instant and ran towards the Lingquan not far away.

He thought that he would feel guilty and regret, but in fact, all he had was relief and happiness.

He had loved Fu Boyu, but these loves had already vanished in the past three years of ups and downs.

Outside the space, when disaster was imminent, Fu Boyu was forced to slow down: "Aliang, I know you can hear me..."

After a while, he still felt lucky: "Aliang, save me, I promise you, I won't take revenge, and our family of three will stay in the space safely in the future..."

Qi Wangshu ran over: "Dad, what happened?"

Qi Liang forced a smile: "It's okay, why did you get up?"

Qi Wangshu looked puzzled and looked around: "But, I seem to have heard Daddy's voice just now."

Qi Liang maintained his composure: "Then you must have heard it wrong, you forgot, your father said that he was going back to the capital base to visit your second grandfather, and it would take two months to come back."

Qi Wangshu scratched his head: "Really? But why don't I remember what Daddy said to me."

Qi Liang scratched his face: "Probably because he was in a hurry, he forgot."

"Oh." Qi Wangshu was a little disappointed.

Just as he was talking, Fu Boyu's hysterical roar came from outside the space: "...Qiliang, you are so cruel..."

"Huh?" Qi Wangshu's eyes widened.

Qi Liang panicked and covered Qi Wangshu's ears in a hurry.

"...Qi Liang, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost...ah..."

I don't know how long it took, there was no movement outside the space, only the screams from time to time in the distance.

Only then did Qi Liang let go of Qi Wangshu in his arms.

Qi Wangshu blinked: "Dad, did you just..."

Qi Liang interrupted him directly: "Wang Shu, what do you want for dinner, Dad will make it for you."

Qi Wangshu's attention was instantly diverted: "I want to eat roast duck."

"Okay." Qi Liang felt relieved.

Finally got rid of that madman!

And so two years passed.

Qi Wangshu has grown taller again, and his previous clothes don't fit well. In the past, they had Qin Yaochen and Fu Boyu to take care of them, so there was no shortage of these things.

The seasoning stored in the space has long been eaten. Recently, Qi Wangshu's neck looks a little swollen, and Qi Liang is a little worried about whether he has a big neck disease.

As early as half a year ago, the lighter was out of gas, and in the following days, they relied on keeping the fire to maintain their lives.

Just last night, because he slept so deadly, he forgot to get up in the middle of the night to add firewood to the fire, and when he woke up, the fire had gone out.

Qi Liang tried to drill the wood to make a fire, but the fire didn't start, instead a blister appeared on his hand.

House seemingly endless rain.

As if venting his anger, Qi Liang threw the wooden stick in his hand fiercely.

He began to miss the days before the end of the world. At that time, although he had no money, at least he could ensure that he and his son were safe.

But now-

Looking at his hands full of blisters, he couldn't believe that he actually lived as a 'tramp'.

He hates God's injustice, hates Qi Siyong's cruelty...

All of a sudden, unwillingness, grievance, hopelessness... all kinds of emotions flooded into my heart, Qi Liang couldn't help covering his face and wept bitterly.

It's just that after crying and hating, what should be faced still has to be faced.

He looked at the mess in front of him, and an idea came to his mind

Otherwise, go out!

Fu Boyu must be dead anyway.

The big deal is that when you find something wrong, you hide in the space.

Just this time, have prepared all the daily necessities that will be used in the future, and will not go out in the future.

Qi Liang convinced himself as quickly as possible.

He pulled out the crystal cores he had saved before from the drawer and left the space.

The original base has been turned into a ruined wall, and the city wall is covered with weeds. It is probably not long after the heavy rain, and the air is filled with the fragrance of soil.

Looking at the endless emerald green that has been missing for a long time, Qi Liang almost burst into tears.

Just as he raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, a hoarse voice came from the air: "Aliang?"

Qi Liang turned his head subconsciously, facing a face full of blue and purple.

The next moment, his heart froze.

"Fu, Fu Boyu—" Qi Liang's pupils shrank, panting heavily.

"Aliang, long time no see." Fu Boyu stretched out his right hand and touched his cheek.

Hearing the sound of water ticking in his ears, Qi Liang looked down at his heart, where a withered pine arm was inserted.

He looked up, his body twitching: "You—"

"Thanks to you, I have become a zombie." Fu Boyu's eyes flashed with red light: "Zombies are good, humans dare not offend Qi Siyong, but zombies have no scruples. I originally planned to launch a zombie tide to deal with Qi Siyong. .But Wuxian is too far from here. I'm worried that as soon as I leave, you will run away, and then I will never find you again. So I didn't go anywhere, I just waited here. After waiting for two years, I finally got you here."

Qi Liang opened his mouth, and blood ran down the corner of his mouth.

With a puff, Fu Boyu withdrew the palm that had been inserted into Qi Liang's heart. He looked at the still shaking heart in his hand, and said quietly, "A Liang, your heart is really black."

Qi Liang spat out a mouthful of blood, and at this moment, he thought a lot.

Qi Wangshu, Qin Yaochen, Qi Siyong...

He regretted it, but it was too late.

He tried his last strength: "Kill him."

Fu Boyu's expression was stagnant, and the next moment, the bamboo whip released by Qi Liang from the space penetrated his head without hesitation.

"Qiliang" He had a grim look on his face.

With a loud bang, he blew himself up.

The blood mist dissipated, Meng Zezhi suddenly appeared, he bent down to pick up the jade pendant on the ground, and sneered.

A dog bites a dog, a mouthful of hair, nothing more than that.

He bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood on the jade pendant.

The next second, Qi Wangshu appeared in his hands.

He didn't move at first, obviously frightened, and after reacting, he began to struggle desperately: "You, you are that big bad guy... big bad guy, let me go, Dad, save me?"

Meng Zezhi snorted softly, "Oh, you're a broken child."

He was about to leave when something rubbed against his trouser legs.

He looked down and saw that it was a small piece of bamboo whip that didn't slip away.

"You're lucky." Meng Zezhi bent over to pick it up and threw it into the space.

One day, Meng Zezhi came back from the construction site, grabbed a handful of dried bamboo shoots, leaned against the door frame of the kitchen and chewed happily, and suddenly said, "I sent Qi Wangshu to the Caozhou base."

After he finished speaking, he added: "With Feng Zengyuan watching, keeping him safe is not a problem."

Qin Yaochen, who was cooking, slowed down, opened his mouth, and condensed a thousand words into one sentence: "Well."

Meng Zezhi snorted softly, Xiaobai sat on his arm, stretched out his claws and took a dried bamboo shoot from his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Qin Yaochen turned the pot upside down, shoveled a small piece of beef with a spatula and handed it to Meng Zezhi: "Have a taste of the saltiness."

Meng Zezhi tasted it, chew it: "It's weak."

Qin Yaochen picked up the seasoning box at hand, added a little salt to the pot, and said, "Let's eat."

"Ok."