Apocalypse: Last Traveler

The video was a movie, a tough kind of gunfight film, with no romance scenes.

Lu Xi'an noticed that action and gunfight films in this world were very focused, solely about doing, doing, doing, and never easily inserting a bit of romance.

So Yao Wei watched at ease, while Lu Xi'an felt it was a pity, as he couldn't use it as a chance to enhance their feelings.

But thinking about it, with Yao Wei's nature, even if there were romantic scenes, they probably wouldn't serve as a catalyst for feelings and atmosphere.

Yao Wei's self-control was too strong, and her alertness too keen.

—Of course, she wasn't wary of Lu Xi'an.

Lu Xi'an was very clear about this.

What Yao Wei was wary of were all factors that could potentially threaten safety.

Because of this, once Yao Wei encountered videos on the computer, she stopped watching those romance dramas and would switch immediately when she saw them.

This woman even wanted to learn something from action and gunfight films.

Lu Xi'an reclined the seat, found a comfortable position, and lay down under the blanket.

The blanket had long dried, and by this time it was clean and covering him comfortably.

In the night, there was only the moonlight outside the car and the glow of the laptop's screen inside. As for sound, there was only the dialogue from the laptop's movie.

Lu Xi'an stared at the screen and listened to the sound, and while watching, he gradually became drowsy.

For a moment, he longed for it; how long has it been since he felt this way...

Watching TV or a video and falling asleep unknowingly, the gradually blurring video images and sounds became the best hypnosis between wakefulness and dreams, slowly lulling one into sleep.

Lu Xi'an allowed himself to sink into the sensations, letting the screen's light and the movie's sound slowly hypnotize him.

It was unexpected that such an experience could still happen now...

Yao Wei always sat in the passenger seat, never reclining like Lu Xi'an.

While watching the movie, she also kept an eye on Lu Xi'an. Only after confirming he was sound asleep did she turn off the laptop.

The movie wasn't finished, but watching this bit tonight was enough.

Yao Wei did not aim to finish a movie in one night.

Firstly, Lu Xi'an was asleep, and she was afraid keeping it running would wake him. Secondly, she didn't want to waste so much power; the laptop relied on solar charging, and its charging speed was quite slow.

Just like Lu Xi'an said, there is plenty of time in the future, no rush for this moment.

So after the laptop was put away, the seat was gently reclined, and she lay down, covered with the blanket, closed her eyes, and slept.

Throughout the entire process, Yao Wei tried not to make a sound.

The night was so quiet, and when they awoke the next day, the weather was still warm.

Lu Xi'an couldn't figure out Yubei City's situation but always felt that on the Sword Mountain range, there were fewer cold days compared to Mengxin City, Yubei City, and places further north.

"Could it be that the further south you go, the less extreme cold there is?"

After waking and freshening up, while roasting corn, Lu Xi'an asked Yao Wei.

—There was still plenty of water in the pot, and the wok was filled with corn kernels, making it inconvenient to cook corn in the pot, so they had to roast the corn.

The firewood for roasting corn was from broken cabinets and tables dismantled from abandoned houses; once chopped into firewood, they worked quite well.

Once the fire was lit, Lu Xi'an and Yao Wei, to save trouble, didn't skewerthe corn but simply threw it into the fire, turning it over occasionally.

This task was given to Yao Wei, as Lu Xi'an said he'd make something nice for her, which she anticipated greatly, so she took over this job.

Upon hearing Lu Xi'an's question, she shook her head and replied, "No, there are also many cold times in the south.

"When I passed by Yubei City as a child, there were many cold days here too. We might just be lucky."

Lu Xi'an laughed and said, "That's pretty good; I've always been lucky, and I suppose I'll continue to be in the future."

"Yeah."

Yao Wei nodded and smiled too, as if catching Lu Xi'an's good luck, feeling very happy.

Lu Xi'an spread his own sheet on the car seat, pouring all the corn kernels from the wok onto it for temporary storage.

—There was no other option available now; he only had this method. In the apocalypse, there wasn't much room for fussiness, and he believed Yao Wei wouldn't mind either.

Then he opened the lid of the cooking oil drum and poured some oil into the wok.

"Are you going to stir-fry the corn?"

Yao Wei asked.

Lu Xi'an laughed and said, "Yeah, you saw through me."

Yao Wei said, "But we've already roasted corn; wouldn't this be a waste?"

Lu Xi'an said, "Don't worry, once I stir-fry it you'll see. It can be stored, and once fried, it can be kept in the wok to eat slowly later."

"Yeah."

Hearing Lu Xi'an say this, Yao Wei was assured and also began to look forward to it.

Food that can be stored and eaten slowly, how wonderful!

So she continued to turn over the roasted corn in the fire, watching Lu Xi'an hold the wok over the fire, heat the oil, then go to the car, grab the corn kernels from the sheet, and put them in the pot.

After placing them, Lu Xi'an came back, continuing to hold the wok over the pot with one hand, and in the other, holding a spatula, constantly flipping and stirring.

This time, to save trouble, they originally just wanted to build a fire to roast some corn, and so did not even set up a stand; Lu Xi'an could only use his hand as a support, constantly holding the wok.

Fortunately, he was a Type A Neo-Human, and this little task didn't require much effort, but others might not be able to manage it.