Introduction: Wow! The end of the world is coming! Don't be scared when you see zombies. The artifact is relatively big, so you can huff one by one!
Huh? The apocalypse is coming, don't be afraid, I have a magic weapon in my hand, but I will still be afraid of you, a little zombie, huh! What to do with Fanfan Miller? Don't be afraid, I have the magic weapon in my hand and my belly is absolutely full. What should I do if I have my own little nest of rice? Not afraid, not afraid, I hold a magical weapon in my hand, why am I afraid that there will be a nest in the rice? Does carrying a small nest count?
Mu Yu is very satisfied with her current life. She has food, drink, and a small nest with her. But... Who is that? Can you take your hands off of me? ——Mu Yu stared at him with a pair of watery peach blossom eyes.
Li Qing: Huh? Did I put my hands on you? Huh? Why didn't I see it? Are you dazzled? (Inner complaint: I will never admit that I really like looking at little Mumu's pitiful appearance. I really love it.)