Chapter 12: Worse than death (sub)

Qingming felt that he was really unlucky recently. Every time it was his turn to keep watch, zombies would attack him. After fighting for a long time, his crystal core was snatched away by a man wearing a ferocious mask.

That’s the crystal core of a fourth-level zombie!

He and a few brothers finally managed to defeat the fourth-level zombie and make it incapacitated, but the masked man took advantage of the situation and directly took away the crystal core.

He was scolded by the boss several times!

"Boss, I really didn't let that man go on purpose. He's a speedster. He took the crystal and ran away. Not even Xiao Li could catch up!" Qingming stood next to the SUV, scratching his head frantically. "Ahhh! I want to know who that masked man is. I'm going to skin him alive!"

Ren Jing looked at Qingming's frantic expression without saying a word. Mo Hongxiao, standing beside him, couldn't help but taunt him, "Brother Qingming, this is weird. How come everyone else has no problem keeping watch, but you're the only one who's either killed by zombies or attacked? Could it be... that you invited these people?"

Qingming glared at Mo Hongxiao: "I can't possibly betray my boss, you bitch..."

"Qingming!" Ren Jing chuckled.

Qingming shut his mouth, glared at Mo Hongxiao fiercely, and left in anger: "I will continue to keep watch today!"

Mo Hongxiao opened her big watery eyes and looked at Ren Jing innocently: "Brother Jing... I just have a little doubt..."

Ren Jing pushed the hand on his arm away: "Don't do it again, Qingming is my brother."

Looking at the direction where Ren Jing left, Mo Hongxiao bit her lip.

I had obviously seduced him a long time ago, so why was he still so stubborn?

And now he cares less and less about me.

No, I must build a higher bridge as soon as possible while I still have a place in his heart!

When Ren Jing turned around, he saw Mo Hongxiao with a sinister look on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He felt a little disgusted.

What exactly did he like about this person?

Why would I always be so willing to give to this selfish person who can't carry anything and can't lift anything?

Just like a puppet, every move is planned, just waiting for him to take one step at a time.

I don’t know when it started, but the puppet’s strings loosened, and he saw the reality clearly, as if waking up from sleep.

The puppet has its own ideas, but it still cannot jump out of the stage and can only jump repeatedly within the range.

But as time went on, it seemed that he was not completely unable to do anything.

Ren Jing looked at his bloody palm - when Mo Hongxiao was staring at him with tears in his eyes just now, he clearly didn't want to pay attention to him, but he couldn't say a harsh word, and in the end he could only leave a light word.

If it were before, he would even comfort Mo Hongxiao in a gentle tone and then question his brother.

Which is more important, Cuscuta or his brother who shared his life with him? He must have been stuck in the door to not know.

Ren Jing returned to his room, changed into some light clothes, and then left quietly.

Qingming was sitting on the ground, biting a piece of foxtail grass and counting the stars.

"Are you angry?" Ren Jing sat down next to Qingming, his arm around his shoulder. "You are my brother. I have never doubted you."

Qingming looked at the hand on his shoulder and replied coldly: "Boss, I like women with big breasts and big butts."

Ren Jing: “…”

Ren Jing withdrew his hand, a little surprised: "You can actually tell jokes?"

Qingming folded his hands behind his head, lay back and looked at the starry sky.

"Boss, I remember you didn't like people like Mo Hongxiao before."

Ren Jing took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.

The bitter gas climbed from his throat into his lungs. Stimulated by nicotine, a large amount of dopamine made him feel slightly awake.

"Boss, don't you not smoke?" Qingming looked at Ren Jing in surprise as he casually took the cigarettes and lighter from his trouser pocket. "Didn't you also scold me that smoking shortens my life?"

Ren Jing glanced at Qingming, took another puff of cigarette, and slowly exhaled.

"Um."

“I really didn’t like it before.”

"But now I feel that if a person has to follow the rules in everything during his life, it would be more painful than death."