As mentioned before, Mu Su was just a pitiful, helpless and weak being. No matter how much he cried, the two men refused to listen, so they gagged him, tied him, stuffed him into a package and carried him away.
There is only one kind of nemesis for Musu from now on: those who don't have many BBs to attack directly and those who can talk better than him.
The journey was bumpy and he was carried to nowhere. When he was put down and unwrapped, Mu Su was already standing in a luxuriously decorated living room covered with blankets.
A woman in elegant and luxurious clothes, with a thick layer of makeup on her face and a bloated figure slowly walked from behind.
Musu exclaimed: "Sili! Nalan Zhuangzhuang!"
"It's so beautiful..." The woman covered her mouth and nose in excitement, with five gemstone rings on her fat round hands. Then she glared at the two men behind her and shouted: "Why do you want to make my guest so embarrassed!"
Obviously it was you who said you would bring people here by any means necessary... Of course, you should choose the most direct and simple one.
The two complained, lowering their heads and not daring to speak.
"You guys go out."
The two of them quickly left and closed the door.
Mu Su and the woman were the only ones left in the living room. She walked towards Mu Su. The blanket was a good shock-absorbing material. Her narrow eyes, squeezed by fat, looked at Mu Su blurred: "Just because I looked at you one more time in the crowd."
How could there be such an exquisite and beautiful person in the world...
Mu Su stared straight at him, saying that he would not listen to this song until he spit it out.
"I'm really sorry, I wanted to invite you here, but my men got it wrong... I apologize on their behalf." She apologized and bowed, and her belly was stretched out in layers of flesh.
"It's nothing, as long as you let me go," Mu Su said righteously.
"Are you dissatisfied with me?" The woman was frightened and asked cautiously using words of honor: "As long as I can do whatever I can to satisfy you, as long as you can forgive me."
Mu Su is a man with a bottom line.
"No." He said expressionlessly, "Because it's too ugly."
"Is it wrong to be ugly?" The fat on the woman's face trembled, and her eyes filled with tears.
"There is nothing wrong with being ugly, and there is nothing wrong with you." Mu Su raised his head slightly, a faint golden light swayed behind him, and whispered like a sage: "If you want to blame me, you can only blame me for being too high and unattainable, too unique."
"I know...I know..." The woman began to cry, knelt down beside Mu Su, and moved towards Mu Su carefully.
She cried like a three-hundred-pound child. She looked up with makeup and begged Mu Su: "Can you forgive me?"
"Of course, my child." Mu Su stroked the woman's hair lovingly.
The crying suddenly intensified, and the woman hugged Mu Su's calf, rubbing her tears and oil on Mu Su's face. She cried like this for more than ten minutes, until she gradually lost strength and passed out from crying.
How should I put it, he is also a poor person.
Mu Su struggled to pull out his legs and shouted: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming!"
The two people outside the door were looking at each other intently. The lady had previously ordered them to pretend not to hear whatever happened inside.
With no hope of help, Musu opened his fingers one by one and successfully escaped.
The woman fell on the carpet. Mu Su wanted to pick her up, but found that this was too much for him.
Squeak——
The door of the room suddenly opened, and the two of them were surprised. Mu Su walked out with a calm expression.
"Your wife is unconscious, please carry her back to the room."
Behind Mu Su, a large pile of clothed meat fell to the ground.
The two saw Mrs. Wright and the conspicuous cry marks on her face, and they said bravely: "We can't lift it... Can you help me?"
So the three people struggled to lift her onto the cart and take her all the way to the bedroom.
On the other side, the two of them struggled to push Mrs. Wright onto the bed, while Mu Su looked around the room with a curious expression.
The overall color of the bedroom is dark red, with expensive-looking carpets, silk curtains hanging on the bed, and expensive furniture. There is no sign of doom at all.
Mu Su's eyes fell on a photo frame in front of the dressing mirror. In the photo, a beautiful girl in a long dress showed a pure smile to the camera.
"Who is that? Her daughter?"
Mu Su asked, pointing to the photo.
"What Madam looked like when she wasn't fat. Or maybe it's what she looked like before the end of the world."
One of his men answered him and sighed: "Madam's previous family was in the jewelry business. When the disaster struck, her parents and husband were not at home, and she was the only one left in the family."
Musu thought thoughtfully: "It seems that you are also a big business owner. So, take me to the warehouse and I will take something back."
The two subordinates looked at each other in silence. What's going on with this familiar attitude...
They still took Musu to the warehouse where supplies were stored, but Musu asked to take away two boxes of canned beef.
It was already afternoon when Mrs. Wright woke up.
A servant told him what happened in the morning. She nodded to show that she understood.
The servant left, and she sat on the dressing table, her eyes falling on the girl in the photo frame.
After a long silence, she lay in front of the dressing mirror and cried.
This is Mrs. Wright's apocalyptic love story.
…
"So I was fighting wits and courage, but with a wave of her hand, one hundred and eighty strong men with a height of two meters, muscular bodies, and holding RPGs rushed towards me! I was calm in the face of danger, and with anger in my Dantian, I used a move
The crow flies into the sky in a plane..."
In the evening, at the camp, everyone returned from hunting empty-handed. Listening to Mu Su's eloquent talk, there were two boxes of cans piled up next to him.
One of the team members opened the box, bumped the cans to feel the weight, swallowed and said, "I don't know if what he said is true, but the cans are all true."
"So you still haven't cleaned up." Catherine said, leaning against the tent.
Musu looked like you were trying to make a fool of yourself, and said to the team member holding the can: "I'll give you a can to clean up the camp."
The team member was about to agree when he suddenly caught Catherine's unkind gaze. He coughed slightly and hesitated: "At least two cans!"
Snap——
He was hit on the head with the hilt of a dagger.
After laughing for a while, Frey stood up and said: "This is your private property, and we have no right to distribute it. But we hope that you can use it for emergency use during the winter crisis. As a debt to the team..."
"I've given it to you," Mu Su said nonchalantly.
The atmosphere was stagnant.
After a long time, the strong man as the captain nodded solemnly: "Thank you."
This batch of canned food is enough for them to get through this winter without having to brave the wind and snow to go out for food.
The canned incident brought Mu Su closer to everyone, and even Catherine looked at him differently. After two days, the leader Hansen suddenly called Mu Su over.
Still in that wooden house, Hansen looked straight at him and said: "You lied."
"You are very well-informed," Mu Su admitted frankly.
Hansen was slightly startled, then suddenly shook his head and laughed: "I just thought you were complimenting me. So, can you tell us the truth?"
"Okay." Mu Su nodded. "The story didn't lie to you, it's just a little different."
He leaned back, and the divine ring appeared behind him.
"I created that religion, and the god they believe in is called the Lord of the Morning, which is me."
