Guo Xiaobei, hugging the paper bag given by the service staff, walked towards the dumbfounded Xing Fang with a look of happiness on his face.

  "Xiao, Xiao Bei..." Xing Fang was a bit shocked. "Why did you buy so much food..."

  "Come on, of course I bought food to eat it..." Guo Xiaobei rolled his eyes.

  "You should have saved these brain nuclei. In the future, when you enter the base..." Xing Fang was teaching him with a pained expression. He thought Guo Xiaobei was usually quite reliable. How come he couldn't control himself when he saw food? With all the things he bought... "This must have cost you more than a dozen brain nuclei!"

  "Twenty-five," Guo Xiaobei said proudly as he patted the paper bag.

  "Twenty-five..." Xing Fang's voice suddenly rose, and his eyes were so fierce that he almost seemed to want to devour Guo Xiaobei. His finger was trembling as he pointed at Guo Xiaobei. "You prodigal son..."

  "Isn't it that serious..." Guo Xiaobei said weakly. He looked at the meat buns, braised beef, and some other food in the bag and looked at Xing Fang in puzzlement. "It's not that much..."

  "Let me see..." A hand from behind snatched the bag from Guo Xiaobei's hand. Guo Xiaobei, who originally had the urge to turn around and beat the other person up, shrank his neck and obediently let go when he heard that familiar voice. "Tsk tsk tsk, not bad food." After looking through it, he returned the paper bag to Guo Xiaobei.

  "Yeah..." Guo Xiaobei took the bag, wishing he could disappear out of thin air. Because the other person's hand had already been placed on his shoulder, and in a place where Xing Fang couldn't see, he was gently rubbing his neck with his fingers.

  "Hmm?" The fingers exerted a little more force, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

  "Lord Han..."

  "Hmm." Han Yang, with his beautiful face expressionless, gave a satisfied hum.

  "Han Yang." Xing Fang greeted Han Yang when he saw him standing behind Guo Xiaobei.

  He had a good impression of Han Yang. Han Yang didn't talk much. Although he was young, he was very strong. Although Xing Fang didn't know his origin, in this apocalyptic world, as long as someone was powerful and could be a trustworthy partner, who cared what he used to do! He had always hoped that Han Yang could join them so that their strength in killing zombies could be improved further. Unfortunately, Han Yang's attitude towards him had always been lukewarm. He didn't say yes, nor did he directly refuse.

  However, Xing Fang still breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't a direct refusal, there was still a chance. Actually, he thought Han Yang had a better impression of Guo Xiaobei than of him because he had seen Han Yang looking at Guo Xiaobei several times. He had once suggested that Guo Xiaobei try to persuade Han Yang to join them. Unfortunately, Guo Xiaobei had been eager to avoid this matter, so he had to give up.

  Now that he saw Han Yang appear beside them and was also holding a paper bag, he immediately felt relieved. It seemed that the other person also chose not to enter the base. In this way, there would be a greater chance of cooperation. And seeing Han Yang's seemingly intimate actions towards Guo Xiaobei, he felt that the two of them actually had a good relationship. It seemed that Han Yang wouldn't leave them.

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  "Hmm." Unlike when facing Guo Xiaobei, Han Yang gave a cold "hmm" to Xing Fang to show that he had heard him.

  Xing Fang, being careless, naturally didn't mind and enthusiastically invited Han Yang to have dinner together.

  Han Yang looked at the buns in Xing Fang's hand and then at Guo Xiaobei.

  The corner of Guo Xiaobei's eye twitched, and he took a slight step back. Han Yang was even happier in his heart and nodded, accepting Xing Fang's invitation.

  But in Guo Xiaobei's heart, he already wished he could strangle Xing Fang to death. With this troublemaker around, it was a waste to buy so many good things.

  However, since the words had already been said, if Guo Xiaobei objected again, it would be like increasing the hatred. He could only lower his head and acquiesce.

  Han Yang, with his expressionless face, went to the sales point and bought some things. Watching Han Yang come back to them with a paper bag in his arms, Guo Xiaobei was a bit curious about what was inside.

  Han Yang slightly turned sideways and blew a breath in his ear, "You'll see it in a while..."

  Guo Xiaobei was so scared that he jumped a meter away, with a look of horror on his face. Han Yang burst out laughing, his voice low and with a hint of pride.

  Xing Fang, who was leading the way in front, didn't see this scene. Hearing Han Yang laughing, he turned around in surprise. But he was a careless person and didn't pay much attention. "Brother Han, what are you laughing at?"

  Han Yang looked at Guo Xiaobei. Guo Xiaobei immediately turned his head away, looking as if it had nothing to do with him. Han Yang restrained his smile and said faintly to Xing Fang, "Nothing. I just suddenly thought of a joke."

  "Oh? Why don't you tell it and let us hear it." Xing Fang was very interested in the joke that could make someone like Han Yang suddenly laugh.

  "Forgot." Han Yang's cold two words choked Xing Fang so that he couldn't say anything.

  Guo Xiaobei couldn't stand it anymore. "Brother Xing, the food is going to get cold. Let's find a place to have dinner first. I remember quite a few jokes, and I'm sure they're funnier than some people's."

  "Uh... Yeah, the food is going to get cold." Xing Fang slapped his head and quickly quickened his pace. His buns were packed in a small bag with the opening still open. If the food got cold, his buns would definitely be the first to get cold...

  Han Yang gave Guo Xiaobei a meaningful look: This kid is actually protecting this big oaf like this!

  For the first time, Guo Xiaobei glared back at him unkindly: I just can't stand you bullying people, so what!

  Han Yang was amused by Guo Xiaobei. He didn't care about Guo Xiaobei's angry and inexplicable look and followed Xing Fang's steps, not looking at Guo Xiaobei anymore.

  There were plenty of empty houses in the alley. For safety's sake, Xing Fang walked a few more steps and found a house that was deeper inside. In this way, if zombies appeared, they would still have time to prepare. Only...

  Han Yang smiled at Guo Xiaobei in a place where Xing Fang couldn't see. His smile was mysterious and with a hint of mockery.

  And at this time, Guo Xiaobei's face was so red that it seemed about to burst. This... This... Isn't this the house where Han Yang molested him in the afternoon... Brother Xing, how unreliable are you to be able to find this place!

  The house was empty, but many pieces of furniture were still intact, and there was no smell of zombies or corpses. All three of them were quite satisfied with the place, though the degree of satisfaction was different.

  Xing Fang moved a table and took advantage of the remaining sunlight to wipe the table clean. And Guo Xiaobei simply tidied up the living room. After all, they were going to live here in the future, and this was also the first meal for their team, so he still wanted to create a bit of an atmosphere.

  Han Yang walked around the house like a master. The house had four rooms and a living room. Of course, that was the way to describe a building, and this was a bungalow. While Guo Xiaobei and Xing Fang were busy in the living room, Han Yang selected his own room. The original owner of this house must have been a diligent person. The rooms were all very clean. It was just that because of fleeing or turning into a zombie, some furniture had been knocked askew. But after straightening them up, it still felt quite comfortable.

  Han Yang selected a room with a big bed and dark blue curtains. It could be seen that this was the master bedroom. There was also a photo on the bedside table, with a man and a woman smiling sweetly in the photo.

  They probably weren't around anymore, right? Han Yang put the photo face down in the drawer of the bedside table.