Chapter 879 Musu wants to write a biography of Mususu
In any case, the main storyline of the third phase, which was thrilling, full of dangers, near misses, and somewhat boring, was finally completed.
The audience hopes that the fourth stage will be thrilling, and the contestants hope that it will be thrilling without killing anyone——
[Main mission: Pioneer]
Explore the first island (completed)
Find a communicable biome (completed)
Guard this island until the countdown ends: 0:0:0 (Complete)
Keep going (in progress)
Content: You have done it... set foot on this land again. Owning territory is more important than you think. Because this means... the former master of this world has returned. Now, it is not the time to rest.
Move forward, move forward! Drive away the aliens around us and let the land under our feet truly belong to us!
Rage, Rage! Hiss and howl like a cowardly mole at a departing enemy!
It seems to be an illusion, but players seem to feel a kind of... ridicule from the main content?
"Go, go, go!"
Only Mu Su shouted excitedly without noticing: "Colonize the New World, massacre the natives, peel off their skins and make boots to thank them for their death!
"what's on your mind?"
Yinghua stared at Qianye, who lowered her head and eyes slightly. This was a sign that she was deep in thought, so she was given the nickname "Rapid Vacuum Thinking" by Mu Su.
Qianye raised his eyes, broke away from his thoughts and said, "I'm wondering if the narrator is more than just a narrator..."
"I need a new pair of boots!" Not far away, Mu Su held a Fujiang ax and waved it in the air.
"Just like the narrator in the third round is the Lord of Dreams, the current narrator also has a very... personal style. But there is no point thinking about it now."
Obviously the narrator is far away from the players and is not something they can contact at this stage - no matter whether they encourage or ridicule, they can only serve as puppets on the main line at this moment.
"I'm ready!"
Tianmo, whose sanity had been restored, was naked from the waist up and his muscles were bulging.
"I plan to stay and recuperate for a day."
Qianye poured cold water on Tianmo and some eager players: "The second island still needs to be improved, researching stone houses, setting up buffer zones, surveying and sketching dandelions, accumulating food and water supplies, and I also want to take a rest..."
She needs time to sort out the current clues.
There is no doubt that as the most famous student of Luofu Xiujin University on Mars, Qianye's IQ is beyond doubt. However, she prefers to stand aside as a member of the crowd rather than controlling the players to lead them - this will make her feel boring.
However, the players who stand out from the first three rounds with different styles are too random. Especially in the third round, many intelligent and reasoning players are screened out. Relatively objectively speaking... compared to strength, it is also appropriate to use luck to describe these people.
"Wait a minute, there is one more thing I need you to do."
Mao Jiu came over at this time, followed by several players: "The second island has belonged to us... It needs a new name now."
"me?"
Qianye tilted his head slightly and thought, listening to Mu Su's shouting not far away, his expression moved slightly and he smiled slightly: "Let's call it Thanksgiving Island."
This word is not related to anything in front of you, so it is difficult to say why this name is not influenced by Musu.
Mao Jiu, Tianmo and others dispersed, and Qianye enjoyed the rare relaxation as a member of the islanders. He first went to the stone house to visit "Lannaer", then took off his shoes and wandered barefoot on the beach, stopping in front of the rough gravel on the east coast.
When Qianye returned to the west coast, she saw Mu Su no longer excited, squatting on the beach in front of the shallows and quietly building a castle.
Qianye, who was in a good mood, held up his shoes, approached and teased: "Aren't you going to save Wang Wenwen Che?"
"Who is Wangwenwenqie?"
…
Musu didn't know when Qianye left.
His thoughts were like pillars of sand before his eyes, incomprehensible and indescribable.
"Hmm..."
Mu Su held his breath and worked hard, his face turned red, and he gave up after more than ten seconds.
Still can't hold it in...
Mu Su looked up at Yunyi sadly: "Is it possible that I, Mu Su, have exhausted all my talents and will it be difficult for me to write the "Biography of Mu Su Su" that will last forever..."
"Uuuu Mu Su is dead~his crotch is stretched~"
As the shadows fell, Yinghua sat with a grimace and laughed.
Mu Su immediately blushed: "No life... no life! I will give you a whole life!"
After saying that, he rolled his eyes and cut out the game.
…
Thump thump—
Mu Su rushed to the kitchen downstairs and Shi Qi, who was wearing a fisherman's sweater, a light-colored long skirt and an apron, said loudly: "Let me visit!"
laugh--
Shi Qi put down the spatula, pinched the corner of her skirt with a look of disgust, and slowly pulled it up.
…
"Bliss."
Mu Su wiped the corners of his mouth, turned over and landed on the same kite as Tom on the holographic screen, rushed out of the bedroom and ran downstairs.
"Give me access!"
After finishing his words, Mu Su looked at an intellectual woman with silver hair and glasses who was sitting at the dining table with Shi Qi.
Her forehead is embellished with silver circuit board wires that feature synthetic human features.
"Who is this?" Mu Su stared at this woman who exuded mature charm from the inside out.
"Leader of Haven Three." Shi Qi replied.
Mu Su ran back upstairs without saying a word like an autistic person.
Bang——
The sound of the door closing was heard back downstairs.
Shi Qi calmly took off his apron and left his seat: "I'm going to see him."
The silver-haired woman smiled: "You guys get along well..."
…
On the other side, Mu Su, who ran back to the room, threw herself back on the bed, lay down on her back and raised her legs, trying to fold her upper and lower body while stretching her neck——
"Don't ask for anything!"
Squeak——
The closed door was suddenly pushed open, and the light from the corridor stretched into the room.
Mu Su, who was trying hard to lift his waist and stretch his neck, slowly lowered his legs and pushed his eyes that did not exist on the bridge of his nose: "Muscles and ligaments will shrink and stiffen like rust if they are not used for a long time. You synthetics will not understand this feeling.
of."
Bang.
The door closed again.
Mu Su collapsed on the bed, gave up all work, and decided to return to his original intention: update!
Lord Grim is the editor, maybe he can help him...
With this in mind, Mu Su opened his address book and sent a message: "Lord Don't laugh!"
"What...?" The message was replied slowly.
"Do you have any suggestions for our famous writer Mu Su Kawen?"
Lord Grim, who took the antihypertensive medicine, calmly replied: "Is there such a good thing?"
"Um?"
"Just do what you've always done."
Mu Su coyly said: "Isn't this not good... What do you think about writing about my daily life?"
"No one cares about this kind of stuff."
"I can be considered a famous writer!"
“No official certification counts.”
"hateful……"
"Have you been urged to write?"
Recalling the comments that flooded the comment area with "I'm going to die without Mu Su Su", Mu Su Su was heartbroken and unmoved: "Not at all."
"You can stop updating, um... polish more and present a better work." When Lord Grim said these words, he felt that he could face everything calmly.
“What if readers want to see it?”
"up to you."
The chat ends and the message box closes.
Out of conscience, Mu Su decided to write...a chapter to express condolences to readers.
