Doomsday leader

Zhang Xujing was sweating profusely. He quickly finished the massage for the last time. He stood up in a panic and accidentally knocked over the incense burner. He didn't bother to clean it up and hurriedly opened the door in the dark.

As the door was closed, Shen Dongling's tense body finally relaxed.

Today I finally let him see through it.

It's just that someone doesn't seem as calm as he appears. I don't know what he was thinking just now. Did he think about that...

Shen Dongling's thoughts flashed through her mind, and a smile appeared on her flushed face unconsciously, followed by sadness and worry.

He will look down upon me.

It’s just that this is already the case, no matter whether his attitude towards me is good or bad, I will continue to follow this man.

Outside the door, Zhang Xujing had just closed the door, and a beam of light came over.

"It's over." Liang Anni stayed outside the office, and Pei Yan was also there next to her.

"Okay." Zhang Xujing responded casually and walked away.

"Where are you going?" Seeing that Zhang Xujing was leaving, Liang Anni quickly approached and grabbed Zhang Xujing's hand.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Zhang Xujing quickly pulled away her hand, her expression a little unnatural, "If nothing happens, you should rest early." After saying that, she walked away quickly.

Seeing Zhang Xujing running away, Liang Anni raised her hand and smelled it at the tip of her nose.

"Annie, what are you doing?" Pei Yan asked curiously.

"His hands are sticky." Liang Anni laughed strangely.

"Hey, you." Pei Yan smiled helplessly, "Let's go, I've set up a cubicle over there. Sister Baoyin has been there a long time ago. It's been a long day, but I don't see you tired."

"It doesn't matter, I don't have to go to work tomorrow anyway," Liang Anni said.

The door of the business office was gently pushed open and then gently closed.

"Dong Ling, you're back." Zhang Ning's voice sounded in the darkness, and with a "click" sound, the desk lamp was turned on, and the room became bright.

"You guys haven't slept yet." Shen Dongling said with a guilty conscience.

"No, you haven't come back, and you can't sleep." Zhang Ning lay on the quilt with her head turned aside and said, "Go to bed quickly, I'm exhausted."

"Oh, okay." Shen Dongling mistakenly thought that Zhang Ning was referring to something. She blushed and became a little embarrassed. She walked forward, took off her shoes, lifted the quilt and got in.

At this time, Qian Nan, who seemed to be sleeping, suddenly turned his head, looked at Shen Dongling and Zhang Ning's big eyes flashing, and said: "Dong Ling will be Xiao Ning's sister-in-law in the future."

"Ah, what, why do you say that?" Shen Dongling felt even more guilty.

It couldn't be that the last sound was too loud and they all heard it. If that was the case, it would be a shame.

"As long as my brother likes me, I'll be happy." Zhang Ning yawned.

"That's true." Qian Nan turned over and said with a slight smile: "Brother Zhong An will protect Dongling from now on."

Hearing this, Zhang Ning was silent, and Shen Dongling said awkwardly: "I don't want anyone to protect me. Brother Zhang wants to protect Xiao Ning. When my powers recover, I will be Xiao Nan's flower protector for you alone."

On the first night at Jiale Supermarket, many people had no sleep. Zhang Xujing was practicing selflessly, and Yang Sen fired all his resentment on the wall of the office, and did not fall asleep until midnight.

The next day, Yang Sen woke up from his dream, stretched himself out of bed, opened the door and went out. The supermarket was dark, with the occasional whisper of someone coming.

Yang Sen's eyes were dark. He took two steps forward and then stopped. He couldn't help but feel irritated and cursed: "Is there anyone alive? Hurry up and turn on the light!"

The whispers disappeared and the lights were not turned on.

When Yang Sen saw that no one was paying attention, a burst of unknown anger arose, and his voice became a little louder, "Hurry up and turn on the light. If the labor and management know who is holding the light and don't turn it on, I won't beat you to death!" Because his vision was blurred and he couldn't see the ground clearly.

In order to avoid tripping and embarrassment, he still chose to stand still.

At this time, a weak voice appeared, "Brother, Sister Pei said there is no need to turn on the lights as much as possible to save electricity."

Pei Yan? Yang Sen raised his eyebrows, "Sister Pei, you listen to Sister Pei, but not to labor and management, right?" After he learned that it was Pei Yan's order, his anger subsided slightly, but if he softens now, his face will be ruined.

No matter what, he still said angrily: "Turn on the lights, turn on the lights!"

After two or three seconds, a desk lamp came on. Yang Sen gave up, walked over, grabbed the desk lamp, and wandered around the supermarket alone.

Half an hour later.

"What's the sound?" The sleepy Chen Baoyin sat up from the quilt in the cubicle.

Pei Yan and Liang Anni on the side were also woken up. When they woke up in a daze, Yang Sen's cursing voice could be heard in their ears. They could also vaguely hear someone crying and someone being beaten.

"This guy surnamed Yang is losing his mind again." Liang Anni scolded.

Pei Yan frowned, got dressed, stood up, took the lamp and walked out of the cubicle towards the source of the sound. From a distance, he saw Yang Sen grabbing a thin man and slapping him wildly, cursing in his mouth: "I told you not to turn on the light, scream

You don’t turn on the light.”

Others stayed away.

The man surnamed Yang had mental problems. He walked around with the light in his hand and then started to attack without any warning. He hit the person who turned on the light for him just now.

"Stop, Inspector Yang, you are crazy!" A flash of anger and boredom flashed in Pei Yan's eyes.

Behind her, Liang Anni and Chen Baoyin also walked over. Chen Baoyin glanced at the scene and saw that Yang Sen continued to bully him as if he didn't see anything. She was about to step forward with an iron rod in hand.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yang Sen caught sight of Chen Baoyin about to take action. He couldn't help being frightened. He quickly stopped the violence, "hum" and grinned at Pei Yan without saying a word. He raised his head and looked around fiercely at the crowd. Suddenly, he saw something in front of his eyes.

It was bright, but I saw the young girl I found in the underground garage of the community before. I was in a hurry yesterday and was in the dark and didn't care. I didn't expect that this girl also made it to the supermarket alive.

Although he is a bit different in appearance, he is better because of his youth.

Yang Sen thought about it in his mind and walked away with a gloomy face.

"Zhang Zhongan should have been beaten to death when he was in prison yesterday." Liang Anni said bitterly.

Pei Yan shook his head when he heard this and said, "Taoist Master will not kill people casually."

Time is passing, and except for the incident where Yang Sen beat someone up, this day passes in a boring way.

Zhang Xujing still couldn't practice in his room. Under the pressure of all dangers, perhaps only practicing without sleep and food, and only the slowly increasing Qi in his Dantian could give him a sense of security.

There are various recreational products sold in supermarkets, such as poker and chess, but no one is in the mood for entertainment.

Outside are man-eating and bloodthirsty insect demons, a city of death. Under the tremendous pressure of survival brought about by darkness and confinement, some women secretly sobbed and some men thought wildly.

During this period, everyone's thoughts are in a state of tension and solidification. Once people calm down, they will think about many things, useful and useless, memories of the past, confusion about the future, and all kinds of pessimistic and positive emotions.

It began to ferment among the crowd.

It was probably evening again. After a simple dinner, Yang Sen did not go back to his room. Instead, he wandered aimlessly in the supermarket with a small flashlight. His mood was extremely irritable. His irritability was being restrained invisibly, and his irritability rose in his heart.

Desire cannot be vented.