However, what Lu Yuan didn't expect was that he didn't need to think of a way.
The next morning at breakfast, Li Lin took the initiative to sit opposite Lu Yuan.
"Dr. Lu, I think..."
Lu Yuan put down his bowl and chopsticks, "You say it, don't be polite with me."
Li Lin glanced at Liu Yuan not far away, "Dr. Lu, I want to experience what it feels like to be a pure girl."
As soon as Li Lin's words fell, Lu Yuan understood in seconds.
Although he was eager to take Li Lin to the operating table right away, as a conscientious doctor, he still had to go through the proper procedures.
Lu Yuan pondered and said, "This is a very important issue. Have you made up your mind?"
"From a certain point of view, your kind of, uh, physiological structure will be more balanced, more suitable for surviving in this chaotic world now."
Li Lin seemed a little hard to understand, "Important? Why? Can't I change back if I regret it?"
Lu Yuan was stunned for two seconds. Damn, it seemed the other person had a point?
He had always boasted about being able to assemble and disassemble, but in the end he still hadn't seen through it as thoroughly as the other person?
But this issue didn't seem appropriate to discuss at the dinner table. Lu Yuan said to her, "Come to my office later to talk about it."
"Okay, thank you, Dr. Lu!"
Li Lin left with a smile.
After she left, Liu Yuan glanced at Lu Yuan without saying anything.
On the other side, Zhang Baobao, holding a bowl bigger than her own face, asked Lu Yuan seriously, "Brother Lu, what is a pure girl?"
Lu Yuan: "Sister Liu Yuan understands this question more thoroughly than I do. Go ask her."
Zhang Baobao turned to look at Liu Yuan. As a result, Liu Yuan calmly said, "If leftover rice falls on a little girl's head, it will grow a little penis there, then she won't be a pure little girl anymore."
Zhang Baobao: "Wow—"
Lu Yuan: "......"
For a while, the only sound left in the canteen was Zhang Baobao gobbling down food.
...
X-29 Region, a small city on the outskirts of an intercity highway.
The buildings in the city seemed to retain the intact heritage from the old world, it's just that more than half of the houses were ruins.
Some were destroyed by explosions, some by fire, and some looked like they had been bulldozed flat.
At this moment, on the main street in this small city, several shabbily dressed mercenaries clutching crude weapons seemed to have gone mad as they raced forward.
Behind them, a skipping silhouette slowly appeared.
The clown was covered in blood. He looked at the line of mercenaries running away in front of him, and the corners of his crimson mouth slowly turned up.
"I am a little duck, quack quack oh!"
The clown sang in his mouth, put his hands on his waist, and slowly walked forward, mimicking Donald Duck's waddle.
Behind the clown, around a lamppost that was already half broken, a dozen or so mercenaries were tied up in concentric circles.
Each of these mercenaries had a short dagger stuck in them that kept bleeding, but none of them were dead.
This was thanks to the knowledge of human anatomy that the clown had learned from Lu Yuan.
"I'm a little duck, quack quack oh! Boom—"
Boom!!
Just as the clown finished humming the second verse of the little duck song, the lamppost tied with a dozen or so mercenaries suddenly exploded into a gorgeous blaze!
The surging flames instantly engulfed all the tied-up mercenaries!
"Hehehe, why are you running?"
Boom!
"Aren't you asking for money? I have a lot here! Woohoo~!!"
Boom!
"Boom! Woohoo~!!"
Boom!!
As the clown walked through the streets of this small city, the sounds of explosions in this small city never stopped.
Not far away, Huang Ming sitting in the car and Wu Xiong in another car silently watched this scene.
Soon, the clown came back.
He gently wiped around his mouth with his fingers. Immediately, his already crimson mouth corners became even more vivid.
An hour ago, two cars entered this small city for supplies.
They encountered some unfair treatment.
As a result, the only remaining "mini consortium" in this small city, which was formed by running a supermarket, was taken out by the clown.
When he came back, the clown looked at the large and small packages of supplies in the car, frowned and threw out more than half of the stuff on it.
"No need to bring so much. We'll stock up again when we get to the next city."
"Leave these things for the elderly and children who were bullied by the mercenaries in this small city."
"When the one surnamed Lu hears about my actions, he will be very gratified."
Huang Ming: "......"
Listening to the clown's sanctimonious words, Huang Ming shrugged without saying anything.
He could only pray that the people who encountered the clown in the next city would know better.
However, in the lawless Zone 29, it had always been about might makes right.
So in the next city, and the one after that, and the one after that...
In the first city, Huang Ming only watched from the car.
In the second city, Huang Ming helped the clown deal with some of the fleeing mercenaries.
In the third city, Huang Ming and the clown headed towards a supermarket respectively after getting off the car.
In the fourth city...
The refugees in this city punctured their tires with steel spikes buried in the ground.
The clown looked at the rapidly deflating tires and muttered, "Crap, now it looks like I'm going to disappoint the one surnamed Lu."
So this time, the clown and Huang Ming entered the city from the south and north ends respectively.
South City.
Slap!
The clown kicked a rock and sent it flying, hitting a group of refugees.
This group of refugees were all men, young and strong, no elderly, children, women.
Looking at the scattered incomplete corpses around the refugees, the clown knew what had happened without thinking too much.
He grinned, took out a short dagger from his body and another playing card. He said jokingly to the bewildered refugees, "Let's play a game!"
"We'll use your lives as the stakes."
As he spoke, the clown showed the group of dozens of refugees the playing card, the king of hearts.
Then with the back of the card facing the refugees, he drew another card for himself.
"You've all seen what card this is, right?"
"It's the king of hearts!"
"Now, guess what card I drew below..."
"Whoever guesses wrong, I'll kill him."
"Whoever guesses right, hehe..."
"I'll still kill him."
The refugees looked at the clown with numb, empty eyes. To them, the clown was just walking food.
The dozens of refugees slowly closed in on the clown.
"Hehehe..."
North City.
Huang Ming looked at the desolate and dilapidated city, and muttered to himself, "Unexpectedly, the aura density here is much higher than the surroundings..."
As he spoke, he reached out his hand, swish—
A chill spread out, "Roar—!"
It also carried the kind of crazed, inhuman shriek unique to the infected!
A wisp of faint icy mist emerged from Huang Ming's hand, vaguely shaped like an infant!
Huang Ming closed his eyes, and in an instant, the wisp of icy mist grew rapidly!
In the end, the icy mist had taken on the shape of an adult!
When Huang Ming opened his eyes, the human-shaped icy mist drifted swiftly toward a refugee gathering place with the densest population near Beicheng!
Swoosh!!
A minute later, this small city's iconic building, a 16-story office tower that appeared to have once been a bank, was completely coated inside and out with a thick layer of icy crust!
This was the special ability that Lu Yuan had tailored for Huang Ming by blending various ability genes—
Spirit Ghost Baby!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
