The Son-in-law of the Doomsday Chapter 1202 We are not on the West Coast!

There is still a breath.

Yang Mu quickly started artificial respiration for her, one after another.

At the same time, put a level five yellow into her mouth and fed it to her mouth, and then did artificial respiration.

After eight minutes of busyness, just when Yang Mu was about to give up, Timir finally came up in one breath, breathing for a long time, as if he had just run out of the well of hell.

Yang Mu's forehead was covered with sweat, so he went to see Els again.

He also doesn't want something wrong with Elles.

For Timir, he had no affection between men and women, just simply did not want her to die, did not want her to shatter the dream she had just had, and did not want her to lose her recognition.

However, the world is not that wonderful.

Not only was Els dead, his body stiffened, and he looked like he had been dead for a long time.

Yang Mu had no choice but to take care of Timir again.

She may have internal injuries, a slight fracture of her left hand, and multiple abrasions on her body. Apart from this, she cannot see any worse trauma.

Yang Mu continued to do artificial respiration for her, and at the same time took out some glucose water from the space ring for her to drink.

Slowly, Timir opened his eyes.

"Ells"

"Hi kid, you're very weak and can be talking."

"You're not, not Elles."

"Ells died, and before he died, he entrusted you to me."

"Why? Why did you die?"

"He died the child."

"Dead?"

Timire's face was pale, her lips were chapped, and her eyes were more and more sad.

Slowly, tears fell from her eyes.

There was still a lot of dust on my face at this time.

The tears gushed out, and even washed away the dust.

"He is the best person to me here!"

"I know, I can see."

"He's dead, I'm"

"Yes, but you don't need to cry. He has entrusted you to me. From now on, where I have me will be your home. It doesn't matter if I can be your brother or uncle. I will teach you how to write, Chinese, Chinese expressions are more vivid and wonderful. Then you use such words to write your autobiography. I really want to see your whole life."

Timir was stunned. She finally raised her hand and fumbled Yang Mu's face.

"You are Lord Yuanshi? You don't look so young, are you?"

"Yes, so you can call me uncle, or brother."

"How do you know my dream? Did Els tell you?"

"Yes."

"Why does he trust you?"

"Maybe it's fate, Timir, my name is Yang Mu, you will get better and the world will get better and better. Your "Twelve Years of Doomsday" may be read by many people in the future, and you will become the best female writer of doomsday literature."

"Why is it the twelve years of the doomsday? Am I going to die?"

"No, you can write the days after that in another form. I believe you can take good care of you unless I die. Of course, nothing can be confirmed in the end. Maybe I will die in a few days, but in the days when I am alive, you will have no more suffering, do you believe?"

"Haha, is this a fairy tale? Els, am I dead, right?"

Timire's voice became smaller and smaller, and she finally fainted. She was so weak.

Yang Mu glanced at Els, and was generally happy.

He told the boy around him to put Els in that pit and then bury him.

Before burying, Yang Mu took off the necklace around Els' neck to commemorate Timil.

He doesn't think Timire is a good girl.

But he believed that everything he saw with his soul last night was sincere.

Perhaps Timire knew that Els had food, so he was so kind to him, so he was willing to be with him.

But this is not wrong. What else can a little girl in the doomsday do?

Yang Mu didn't want to consider what kind of person Timir was.

All he had to do was take her to live with her, teach her to write, and ask her to write an autobiography.

Of course, Yang Mu didn't care whether the book could be written in the end and whether Timire would give up. He cared more about the process and his own heart.

He put Timier into the car and let Liu Qingqing take care of him. Yang Mu continued to be busy.

Since it has begun, you can't give up halfway.

One night passed, twenty-four hours of rescue gathered about 4,000 people.

Yang Mu secretly left a lot of food for them, and then drove away when another sunrise came.

Liu Qingqing slept in the car for a while, so she missed the sunrise and felt a cool feeling when she woke up.

Yang Mu had already opened the car window, put one arm on it, and had a cigarette in his mouth, looking a little decadent, but still so handsome.

Liu Qingqing sat there blankly for a while, looking at Yang Mu, and found that his brows were frowning.

"What's wrong with you? This girl's injury has been much better, it should be fine. She is just weak, so she fell asleep again. But don't you need to rest? Otherwise, I'll drive and sleep. To be honest, it feels so weird to drive like this. I haven't taken the bus for a long time. Look at the sunrise, how beautiful it looks?"

“We’re on the West Coast.”

"Um?"

Yang Mu suddenly said something without eyebrows, but Liu Qingqing didn't understand.

"fine."

Yang Mu didn't plan to explain to Liu Qingqing. If she couldn't figure it out herself, then forget it.

Yang Mu had deep worries in his heart, which helped him get rid of his sleepiness.

The car drove like this, and Timir finally woke up on the way.

“Where am I?”

"Do you still remember? I saved you, my name is Yang Mu."

"Oh, remember, Els"

"Dead."

Yang Mu did not explain more to Timir. All comfort is not as good as the reality of time, and time will eventually erase everything.

It was late at night when I returned to the wilderness city.

With Li Baozhu, the super locator, Yang Mu quickly found Wen Sijia and the others.

They had left the wild city and built many shacks on the flat ground in the south of the city. Some refugees also arrived there. Wen Sijia took the initiative to take on the management task, allowing all refugees to temporarily stop here, conduct ideological surveys, and establish a collection system.

Wen Sijia is familiar with all this, just recruiting some employees.

When Yang Mu returned and took out the food, everything became easier. Everyone followed the leader. This is the charm of food, everyone knew it.

Everyone saw Yang Mu bringing back two girls, and their moods were different.

Without waiting for them to have more doubts, Yang Mu quickly told the whole process.

Timir gained people's sympathy and everyone comforted them.

Liu Qingqing

In fact, it is worthy of sympathy, but she is so beautiful that it makes people jealous and cannot show too much closeness to her.

"I can arrange for someone to take her back to the capital."

Wen Sijia put forward her own ideas.

"Well, you go and arrange it. Since you have all left the city, then we will rest here tonight and go find grandma tomorrow."

Wen Sijia nodded happily and immediately arranged someone to pack Liu Qingqing and send it back.

How could such a beauty be with Yang Mu?

It’s not that Wen Sijia is stingy, but normal women are like this.

Of course, Liu Qingqing would not have any objection, but she couldn't let it go.

I remembered Yang Mu's frowning all day.
To be continued...