“Brother Jun, let them both sleep in the guest room.”
Wan Qianya was a little embarrassed now, her requests today were a bit much.
After all they were close roommates, in this apocalypse, they seemed even closer, and the three of them had endless things to talk about.
In addition to the master bedroom, the presidential suite also had a guest room, although Xiao Jun didn’t usually use it.
Those rooms outside didn’t even have doors, and people had died in them.
“Okay, you decide.”
He had already brought them back, so Xiao Jun wouldn’t fuss over such a small thing.
Perhaps because they were both dancers, Jiang Yue and Li Jingyin were both standard beauties, especially Jiang Yue, a typical oriental classical beauty, simply a straight male killer.
Seeing Xiao Jun agree, not only Wan Qianya, but the other two were also overjoyed. No one liked the feeling of sleeping somewhere a stranger could just walk in.
Wan Qianya had already brought out drinks and snacks to properly entertain her roommates who had been starving for days.
They saw the supplies piled up in the living room as soon as they came in, and were envious of Wan Qianya.
Roommates in the same dorm, when the apocalypse arrived, lived like heaven and earth.
Thinking of themselves, having to eat a loaf of bread for three days, then looking at Wan Qianya, even before the apocalypse they wouldn’t have had such abundant snacks.
“Don’t rush, eat slowly. After you finish eating, I’ll take you to take a bath and change into new clothes.”
Xiao Jun could see that Wan Qianya was showing off more than anything else. The competitive mentality between women would never disappear, no matter how good the relationship was.
Today he was really tired, so he couldn’t be bothered to deal with these three women, lying on the sofa and falling asleep.
He didn’t know how much time had passed when a familiar hot body suddenly pounced on him.
Looking into each other’s eyes in the candlelight, Wan Qianya’s little face was flushed red, her eyes flowing like silk.
...
“This little minx is too much.”
The two people in the room hadn’t fallen asleep either. After finally taking a hot shower for the first time in many days, and changing into clean clothes, the two still felt like they were dreaming.
Then they heard some indecent sounds from the living room. Both their pretty faces turned red. They were adults, even if they hadn’t eaten pork they had seen pigs run.
That night, two people were completely sleepless...
While the two perpetrators were embracing each other, sleeping soundly on the big bed in the master bedroom.
The next morning.
Seeing the two in front of him with panda eyes, Xiao Jun was completely confused.
Slept well but now can’t sleep?
How could he lead a team like this?
But soon, he understood the reason.
Xiao Jun’s old face turned red, and he made an excuse to wash up and fled in panic. Women’s thoughts were so dirty.
At eight thirty, the living room was already full of people, all young ladies except Xiao Jun.
Wan Qianya obediently stood by Xiao Jun’s side, Jiang Yue and Li Jingyin stood opposite with 29 other young ladies, standing properly in a row.
“Ten lunchboxes, five water jugs, this is the food for one week I promised you.”
The lunchboxes and water jugs were already neatly arranged on the table in front, and all the ladies understood what these lunchboxes and water jugs meant.
“You know the current situation. The apocalypse has fully arrived. If you can't prove your value, you can only be abandoned.”
“I don't care about the process. In one week, I want to see results.”
Xiao Jun was too lazy to say more. Everything came down to action.
For the first three days, Wan Qianya would follow them to teach them some survival skills and combat skills for the apocalypse.
Xiao Jun believed that in his previous life, without his help, they were all able to rise up, so in this life they certainly wouldn't disappoint him either.
Too much intervention was not good.
"Brother Jun, if we perform well, is there any reward? My sisters haven't bathed in many days."
Jiang Yue suddenly said.
The other women looked expectantly.
For many women, not taking a bath was even more unbearable than not eating.
Previously there was no opportunity. Just surviving was good enough, who could think of so much.
But this morning, seeing Jiang Yue and Li Jingyin suddenly refreshed, everyone was envious.
"Yes."
"Not only can you take a bath, but also all kinds of snacks, as long as you perform well enough."
Just saving their lives was not enough to make them fight desperately. They had to be shown hope.
Xiao Jun realized after being reminded by Jiang Yue.
No wonder she was one of the leaders of the three big dance groups. This was someone born to lead.
With Xiao Jun's promise, the gloomy mood of the crowd also lightened up significantly, and they were full of motivation.
Xiao Jun had a total of three steel knives. This time he gave two to Jiang Yue to distribute. As for the others, they could only figure out how to get weapons themselves.
If you wanted to, anything could be a weapon.
They might not be able to find knives outside, but wooden sticks and even iron bars were plenty, more than enough to kill first stage zombies.
Watching these girls go downstairs, Xiao Jun didn't know how many would survive in the end.
After they all left, Xiao Jun went out alone. In addition to looking for airdrops, he also had to get more supplies to bring back.
The 21st floor of the hotel was very quiet. Many people, compelled by lack of food, finally chose to go downstairs, but most became food for the zombies and few survived.
Xiao Jun unexpectedly saw that boy again, looking about 16 or 17 years old. Last time he had earned a bottle of water and a loaf of bread from Xiao Jun.
The little boy stared longingly at Xiao Jun, but in the end still didn't have the courage to walk up.
Xiao Jun also didn't pay him much attention. There were too many pitiful people in the world. Who would care without value?
Wasn't his previous life also like this, barely living.
...
Following behind the girls was comfortable. He didn't even need to get his own hands dirty with the zombies in the lobby.
Roughly identifying a direction, Xiao Jun vaguely remembered there was a very big mall over there. He hoped he could find what he needed inside.
This time going out, most of the things in his inventory were left at the hotel, just so he could take more things back.
The inventory space was too small, he needed to get more.
Feeding 32 mouths was stressful!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
