Death Is Coming: The Beginning Of The Countdown To Death

The sky was bright and the morning sun had not yet broken. Many people had already woken up and had a casual meal before opening Yan Jun's live broadcast room.

Before the live broadcast was started, there were already more than 50 million viewers waiting patiently.

On the one hand, today is the third day for Yan Jun and Ning Xue to trigger the death omen, and they can't wait to witness the historic moment when Yan Jun breaks the curse of death.

On the other hand, yesterday's news made countless people sleepless all night with excitement.

If Yan Jun can really save the more than 60 staff members of the No. 9 safe house, and even protect more people, it means that in this huge catastrophe in which the god of death recklessly harvested human life, mankind has undergone a shocking reversal for the first time. Defeat death.

Such a victory is enough to shake the world and make people rejoice.

"It's 6:30 in the morning. Brother Jun clocks in in the live broadcast room. Is there anyone earlier than me?"

"Are you kidding me upstairs? I didn't sleep on a horse all night and was earlier than me?"

"Haha, I laughed so hard, am I proud of not closing my eyes for two days and two nights? Is it showing off?"

"Come on, Brother Jun! You'll be done by blasting the god of death!!"

"Brother, come on!!"

Tens of millions of viewers gathered, even though the live broadcast has not yet started, but the live broadcast room is very lively, and the dense barrage completely covers the entire screen.

Not only that, but all kinds of gifts drifted by like snowflakes, making people dazzled.

In fact, since the news was released last night, the battle of Yan Jun's fan list in the live broadcast room has entered a fever.

Even though the ID of 'the richest man in Jiangcheng' has received nearly 800 million gifts in the live broadcast room, the status of the top one is in jeopardy at this time.

The staff of the Shenwei Bureau also responded to the request of the majority of netizens and temporarily opened a gift of 100,000 yuan - Brother Jun!

A cartoon image that is almost 100% restored according to Yan Jun's appearance!

His face was cold and handsome, and his eyes were clear and sharp.

"Fuck! It's another 'Brother Jun' ten-hit combo! There's not even a splash of a million gift in Brother Jun's live broadcast room, it's so terrifying!"

"It exploded! The status of the richest man in Jiangcheng has been exploded! See ID is a big boss in other cities!"

"Gan, is the richest man in Jiangcheng so unpopular? You want to be ranked No. 1 with only 800 million? Ning Zhiguo, why are you embarrassing yourself here?!"

"Are the brothers in the live broadcast room so loud? The currency is indeed depreciating now, but it's not at the level of waste paper, right? I admit that I'm a waste. I've never seen what 800 million looks like."

"It's not a big deal, money is a piece of shit now!"

"That's right! A son of heaven who can fight against the god of death like Brother Jun, that's really awesome!"

"One thought to kill, one thought to save, this ability to control life and death is simply invincible in this world where death has descended!"

"It is foreseeable that Brother Jun will eventually become the master of this world!"

...

seven in the morning.

Yan Jun opened his eyes on time, got up from the sofa, washed lightly with his hands and feet, and looked at the countdown to death on top of Ning Xue's head while he was sleeping, and he thought about it.

7489!

7488!

7487!

There are more than two hours left, plenty of time.

Yan Jun opened the door and went straight to the kitchen.

At this time, Xu Feng had already dressed up and prepared breakfast for the staff of the entire No. 9 safe house. When he saw Yan Jun, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother Jun!"

"Come on, let me help you."

Yan Jun walked over with a smile on his face.

Xu Feng was a little flattered and smiled shyly, and waved his hands again and again: "Don't need Brother Jun, I'll be busy."

"Can you teach me how to cook?"

"Uh, good!" Xu Feng scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly.

With that said, the two of them chatted while wrapping their buns.

Yan Jun's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly he asked, "Xu Feng, let me ask you a question."

"Brother Jun, say it!"

"Do you think it was appropriate for me to shoot those people last night?"

When the words fell, Yan Jun stared at Xu Feng, trying to catch a little clue from his face, or the change in his micro-expression.

The mouth may tell lies, but a person's instant reaction often reveals the true inner thoughts.

After hearing this question, Xu Feng was stunned for a moment, and then said as a matter of course: "It must be suitable! Brother Jun, why are you asking that?"

"Don't you think my actions are too cruel and scary?"

"How can people not be afraid to deter those evil people who trigger the omen of death, but want to harm others?"

Xu Feng wrapped a bun and put it on the table, frowned slightly, and said solemnly, "These people have given up their belief in living, but they don't want others to live well. It can be said that they are dead!"

Yan Jun nodded and continued to ask, "Then do you think I'm scary now?"

"It's not scary!" Xu Feng said firmly.

"why?"

"Because I know you are a good person! Brother Jun, you solved this matter in such a way that others may criticize it, which just shows that you are willing to bear the negative impact of murder to protect more innocent people. Otherwise, you don't need to go into this muddy water at all!"

"Then do you think I will become a murderous person in the future?"

Xu Feng put down the bun in his hand, and after looking at Yan Jun for a while, he shook his head seriously: "No!"

"why?"

Yan Jun curiously said, "I can't guarantee it myself."

"Because everyone's character is predestined!"

Xu Feng looked directly into Yan Jun's eyes and said word by word, "Brother Jun, I believe you will not forget your original intention!"

As soon as the voice fell, Yan Jun suddenly became enlightened, and the knot in his heart was also untied.

After experiencing Ning Xue's estrangement, Yan Jun once wondered if his actions last night were too impulsive, so he wanted to ask Xu Feng's opinion on this matter.

He didn't have much contact with Xu Feng, but he could also feel that this skilled young chef was gentle and sincere, so it would be more appropriate to ask him.

It seems that it is not his own problem.

Ning Xue has a kind personality. It is not a good thing in this world where death has come. Give her some time to adjust slowly.

"Hey Xu Feng, how come my bag only has fifteen pleats?"

"It's already very good, Brother Jun. Baozi didn't have any technical difficulties. Practice makes perfect."

The two were chatting.

A figure suddenly appeared at the door of the kitchen.

"Xiao Xu! Yan Jun! How about cooking? I'll help!"

Yang Xiaoqing deliberately dressed up today and looked radiant. After saying hello to Xu Feng and Yan Jun, she walked over generously.

After washing his hands, he rolled up his sleeves and picked up a rolled out dough without saying a word, and wrapped it up neatly.

"Xiao Xu, let me tell you, my skill at making steamed buns is not necessarily worse than yours!"

"Uh, Miss Xiaoqing..."

Xu Feng smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a while.

Yan Jun glanced at Yang Xiaoqing's profile with light makeup, shook his head, and was speechless.