Fast time travel, did the host kill the villain today?

Chapter 8 Stop moving and hand over the crystal core (8)

Author: Mr. Shiyin

Chapter 8 Stop moving and hand over the crystal core (8)

"But..." 113 lowered his voice and refused to give up, saying weakly, "That's a spiritual treasure, a good thing."

"How good is it?" Shen Mochi didn't care, "Is it important to have the crystal core of the Zombie Emperor?"

"Yes! Of course there is! Lingbao is something that only exists in the advanced plane of the world of cultivation!"

"Is it really that good?" The young man frowned and began to waver, so he turned around and sold the system.

The little boy sat next to Fu Naici, with his upper body pressed against Fu Naci. He reached out and pulled her clothes.

After Fu Nuici looked over, the young man raised his head and whispered into the other person's ear: "The villain, 113 said that Mu Xue has a spiritual treasure on his body, let's go and snatch it!"

"Well, there is also a spiritual spring in the Lingbao!"

"What did you call me?" The woman narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Big, big villain, what's wrong? What's your name?" Shen Mochi felt scared every time the other party looked like this.

"It's okay." Under the timid gaze of the young man, Fu Nuici raised his hand and rubbed the young man's head, then turned to look at the man and woman outside the car window.

In fact, Fu Naici had begun to pay attention to Mu Xue's anomalies a long time ago, but that was all, and he did not delve into it in depth.

Mu Xue claims to have spatial and healing powers, but never uses the powers in front of others. This alone is enough to arouse suspicion.

However, she has always been protected by Li Shen, and no one else dared to ask questions, as long as it was helpful to the base and the team.

Sometimes people can be selfish in a complicated way, but they can also be selfish in a very simple way.

Fu Nuici's silence made the young man feel like a deflated ball. He lowered his head and could only go to 113 to discuss countermeasures.

More than forty people and a dozen loading trucks headed from the base along the national highway to the University of Chelan Research Institute in the west of the city.

In the early days of the apocalypse, the University of Chelan was one of the first institutions to conduct research on humans carrying zombie viruses. It even studied mitigating drugs for this type of influenza a month before the apocalypse.

Of course, this institute was also the first place to be occupied by zombies after the outbreak of the apocalypse.

During this time, the zombies seemed to be migrating southward, so the Arctic base dared to send people to the University of Chelan to search for research materials left behind by the previous research institute.

Research institutes are generally located in the suburbs where transportation is not very developed.

The post-apocalyptic traffic in S city has long been jammed, and the urban area is a gathering place for zombies. If they want to get to the University of Chelan, the team can only bypass the urban area, and the original two-hour journey is suddenly stretched to four or five hours.

At noon, the team found a small village to stay. The people in the village who were alive had fled, and those who remained had turned into zombies.

After dealing with the zombies, everyone rested where they were.

Fu Nuici had always been aloof and had no friendship with the people at the base, so he just found an inconspicuous place to lean against under a tree.

Shen Mochi followed the woman, sitting next to her aggrievedly. He took out a pack of compressed biscuits from his schoolbag, took two bites and threw it away, then turned to Fu Naici for other snacks.

The people around were indignant when they saw the discarded biscuits, but they could only watch.

Fu Nuici ignored the young man's extended hand and rested his head on the tree trunk with his eyes closed to meditate.

The boy was noisy for a while, but finally he could only stop thinking, picked up the biscuits on the ground, patted the dirt off and put them in his mouth. He looked very pitiful.

A dozen people led by Li Shen set up a stove on the other side, and Muxue took out the supplies from the space to make a fire to cook. They were the most luxurious team in the entire convoy.

Muxue, who was serving soup for the team members, saw the pitiful young man. She rolled her eyes and took an extra bowl from the space. She scooped out a little more meat from the pot and walked towards Fu Naici and Fu Naici with the soup.

"Little brother, this bowl is for you to drink."

Pure white leather shoes appeared in Shen Mochi's sight. He blinked and looked up.

Muxue's appearance is not as beautiful, sharp and aggressive as Fu Naici's. Instead, she is gentle and shows a bit of the understanding of a lady, but when she smiles, her eyes are raised, which is playful and seductive.

Shen Mochi couldn't find so many adjectives, so he could only sum it up in one sentence: This human being is uglier than the villain. Although the villain is fierce, the villain who is fierce is also prettier than her.

I don't know what kind of spices were put into the bland broth, and the aroma penetrated Shen Mochi's nose. He moved his nose and stretched his neck to look at the bowl in Muxue's hand.

After just one glance at the young man, he withdrew his gaze.

The clear soup with little water is not as meaty as the bowl of beef noodles that the villain usually gives him. Is this really broth? Isn’t the point of the broth the meat?

Seeing that the young man just glanced at it and then looked away, Muxue thought that the other party was assuming that Fu Naici would not dare to accept it, so her tone became softer: "Take it, sister Naici also has it, I will serve it to her in a moment."

"No." Shen Mochi shook his head, and the biscuit in his hand became even more difficult to eat. With red eyes, he threw himself on Fu Nuici, hugged her arm and complained, "I also want to eat meat, I want canned beef and chicken feet with pickled peppers!

I want quail eggs!”

After listening to the young man's words, Muxue's face turned green and she stood there unable to move forward or retreat for a moment.

The back and forth between the young man and Mu Xue was really noisy. Fu Naici finally reached into his schoolbag with mercy and took out a can of milk and a pack of beef jerky from the space through the obstruction.

The moment he saw the milk and beef jerky, the young man smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. He kissed Fu Nuici on the face, then turned around with the food in his arms and shredded it carefully, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it away.

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Fu Nuici was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the young man's furry head from the corner of his eye and silently closed his eyes to rest.

Muxue laughed awkwardly as she watched the interaction between the two, and then said aggrievedly: "Sister Naici has prepared sufficient supplies, so I can rest assured."

After saying that, he turned around and left, with his back straight, making it appear that Shen Mochi and the two of them were not so good at what was good and bad.

Fu Naici didn't take Muxue's little tricks seriously. In this end of the world, where the strong are respected, gossip is the most meaningless attack.

Before the end of the world, human beings bullied the weak and feared the hard and were selfish, but after the end of the world, it will only get worse.

Fu Nuici doesn't care, Shen Mochi doesn't understand, but 113 understands it, and insists on never letting the host suffer any loss.

"Master Host, that woman plays you and the villain, fuck her!"

113 in the sea of ​​consciousness transformed into a data hand and slapped the projection hard.

"She is trying to bring hatred to you, showing her own kindness and generosity. You and the villain are not good at what is good or bad. This reborn heroine is the best at putting on people's shoes. Let us play host to her."

"How to do it?" The boy chewed the beef jerky and asked in his mind.

"It's simple, just read it after me, Master Host."

The weather in the apocalypse is hot and dry, almost all cities are covered with yellow sand, and the air is filled with sand.

The blazing sun scorched the earth, and the feet were as hot as a soldering iron.

The young man's soft voice sounded under the hot sunlight, and seemed to have a refreshing chill: "Thank you, Sister Muxue, for your kindness."

"Although the food prepared by Sister Nuo Ci is not much, Sister Nuo Ci and I have eaten enough. Compared to the people on the other side of the convoy around us who haven't eaten anything, Sister Muxue might as well give the soup to those who need it more. Sister Muxue, you

Say it right."

After Shen Mochi finished speaking, he raised his chin proudly and listened to the systematic praise in the sea of ​​knowledge. However, Muxue paled and forced a smile on her face and nodded: "Brother is right, I didn't think well."

Then she endured the pain in her body and went to share the soup with the superpowers who had no food in Shen Mochi's mouth.

Now more than a year has passed since the end of the world. Materials are scarce. Even people with super powers may not be able to have a good meal. Materials are precious. Everyone knows what Mu Xue wants to do when he sends soup.

Now being interrupted by the young man, the superhuman who had no food naturally walked up the pole, and the other teams laughed happily at Li Shen and others.

Understanding and how to do it are often two different things.

Du Xue knew that those people with super powers would not be grateful to her in the slightest, but if she denied them but would not let her go, the other team members would also take the opportunity to boo and belittle them.

She had to wear this tall hat even if she didn't wear it.

When Muxue returned to the team to serve soup, Li Shen's face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his teammates were even more dissatisfied with Muxue.

You should eat less of these meats and vegetables that were preserved before the end of the world.

(End of chapter)