[BL, MTL] The Strongest Counterattack God (Quickwear)

02

"Master, you are hungry." The kitten kk is a weak reminder.

Are you hungry? As a god, Mo Shi didn't need food. This sudden discomfort made him feel quite fresh. He pressed his fingers around his stomach twice, turned around and went out of the washroom to put on a clean dress at will. I rummaged through the edge of the bed full of garbage bags and fiddled with it a few times, but I couldn't find anything to cushion my stomach. Mo suddenly hooked his lips. This was going out to look for food.

According to the book, when he went to look for food, he would meet Xiaogang.

Squinting his desolate eyes, Mo Qian looked at the hazy sky outside the window and slowly outlined a smile, "Let's wait and see."

In the book, Xiaosu is the power of fire and space. After two doomsday baptisms, he was framed, and his personality became more and more cruel and short-sighted.

Mo Shi raised the corners of his mouth. Does Xiaogong like this style? No one knows more about cruelty than him. He never wanted to hide his temperament. Even if it was a good game, he was not ready to change by becoming someone else.

Wearing a black windbreaker, Mo Shi waved his hand, and the door that had been sealed for ten days opened. Attracted by fresh flesh and blood, the zombies swimming ** not far away rushed to Mo Shi desperately. The moment when the sharp black claws of the zombies were about to pierce the teenager's shoulder, they suddenly flew out, overwhelming a zombie who were slow to move.

Mo Shi withdrew his legs and came into close contact with the blue, black and rotten zombies, and his face was quite unhappy. He turned his left hand, and a long sword made entirely of ice appeared in his hand. He randomly wristed a sword flower, and a cluster of silver light flashed gorgeously with the tip of the sword.

Mo Shi didn't pay attention to the zombies who struggled to get up and rushed to him unyieldingly. Only when he was three meters away, the long sword in his hand stroked horizontally, and the three or five zombie corpses exploded, and the torn carrits turned into pieces of meat and fell all over the ground.

If you observe carefully, you can also find that the thousands of small pieces of meat are actually the same volume.

Stepping out of the apartment, Mo Qian then looked sideways at the apartment building where he had lived before. His cheeks were crimson, and his body was weak enough. However, after going down more than ten stairs, he was already out of breath. Mo Shi had never felt this feeling of powerlessness, and rubbed his chin slightly freshly.

Looking around, Mo Shi found a small supermarket with colorful signs not far away, guessing that there might be food there. Several zombies over there were still swimming**. He didn't care much. He went straight to the supermarket. Several zombies rushed over and were poked into pieces of meat by his long sword.

After solving the zombies at the door, Mo Shi broke open the door of the small supermarket and only heard a terrified cry from inside. He paused. Humans were also aggressive, at least on the sound waves.

Kicking open the door that broke open, Mo Shi walked in naturally, looked at the supermarket, and gradually frowned. What is the food like? As a god who doesn't need to eat, he never cares about food in the world. At this moment, he doesn't even know what food looks like.

Following the sound of light breathing, Mo Shi saw a trembling man squatting in the corner of the warehouse, raising his eyebrows almost invisibly.

The man was so scared that he couldn't take care of himself. He held a short knife in his hands, and his whole face was filled with fear. His eyes were wide, and tears were held out. "No...no..."