Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 38 The Little Girl in the Apocalypse of Natural Disasters 5

Two people walked over from a distance. They were both a little surprised to see each other, but they also guessed that she was the ruthless kid who killed people on the 16th floor.

Neither of them spoke. The female lead nodded to her in greeting and went upstairs. Qingmo didn't pay any attention to her; she didn't know her and had been practicing ice skating all day before returning home in the evening.

Every day during the day, Qingmo would take Tuanzi downstairs to ice skate. Once Tuanzi could skate backwards and sideways and felt that she was really good at it, she would skate outside to look around and wander around.

"Hey, kid, stop right there."

"Boss, this kid is really pretty," the henchman in front said slyly.

Their boss loves playing with kids; they're so tender and smooth, tsk tsk.

Several men were leering at Qingmo; it was disgusting. Trash should stay in the garbage dump.

Qingmo had anticipated this situation, so she always carried her sword on her back when she went out.

She drew her sword and slid over very quickly, the sword flashing past everyone in front of her. In an instant, she was at the very front, stopping with a very cool abrupt stop.

There was a loud thud behind them, and five people fell to the ground, all cut in half at the waist, each one broken in two, dead beyond any doubt.

She didn't turn around, a wicked smile playing on her lips, and lightly stroked the sword, even though there wasn't a single drop of blood on it.

Don't ask, the answer is she just wants to show off.

A boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old stood there stunned in the distance. Qingmo glanced up at him and then slid away.

After the boy saw her leave, he chased after her, but didn't go up to her; he just followed her.

Qingmo stopped, looked back at him, and seeing that he didn't come forward, she continued to glide forward. As soon as she left, the boy followed her.

Qingmo stopped: "Do you want to die?"

The boy seemed a little lost, clutching the tattered hem of his clothes with both hands, his face covered in dirt.

“I…I just want to follow you.”

"Heh, what are you doing following me? Want to be dismembered?" He casually stroked the little bundle in his pocket, which purred contentedly.

"I...I have nowhere to go." The boy was very flustered.

"Heh, do I look like a good person?" After saying that, he continued to wander forward, ignoring the boy behind him.

She didn't want to look for supplies either. There were only a few scraps, not even enough to feed the little dumpling. Isn't that right, little cutie? (pats its little head.)

"Mmm~ Mmm~" Bears are the cutest.

When she returned, the boy was still following her from a distance. When she got home, Qingmo prepared a plate of ribs and a soup for herself.

"Chirp chirp~ Chirp chirp~" The bear didn't eat, the bear didn't eat.

"Oh, oh, oh, I forgot about you, here you go."

I put the milk on the table, picked up the little dumpling, and as soon as it saw the milk, it turned its back to the foam and started whimpering as it drank.

No wonder it's a national treasure; who wouldn't love something so adorable?

Thankfully, I'm using cat litter for it. Who said panda poop smells good? Dude, you should eat something better.

Qingmo hadn't left the house for several days. With a sweep of her divine sense, she saw the boy sleeping in front of the door next door. He went out to find food during the day, covered with a tattered quilt. It was as if he wasn't cold.

A few more days passed.

'Knock knock knock'

Qingmo held Tuanzi in her arms and gently stroked him, standing inside the door looking at him, waiting for him to speak.

"A group of people have come to the neighborhood, and the leader has a gun." He looked at her nervously and anxiously.

How many?

"There were about a dozen of them, looking fierce and menacing, and they seem to have settled in Building 1."

"Why are you here? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Qingmo thought that he was probably just bored by himself, which was why he was paying attention to him.

"You...you're very capable. I think it would be safer for me to follow you. You don't seem like a bad person."

He thought the girl was really beautiful, and when he killed those people, he just thought she was so cool.

"What makes you think I won't kill you?"

The boy was stumped by the question. He thought for a moment, then went back to where he was lying, took out a mineral water bottle, wiped his face with water, and then came over to show Qingmo.

It wasn't wiped very clean; it's still filthy, but you can vaguely make out some outlines now, so it seems alright.

Qingmo turned around and went into the house to bring him a basin of clean water so that he could wash himself clean.

This kid is so confident, huh, using this kind of test for cadres? Sister, she's only nine years old, so what if she's handsome to the heavens?

Hmm~ I really want to pet it.

A face as delicate as a porcelain doll, with a full forehead, a small nose, and rosy, adorable lips, plus two cute little tiger teeth—a collectible doll that appeals to both men and women.

"What can you do? What do you want?" It's safe to say that this doll successfully caught her attention.

The boy thought for a moment, "I can cook, I can do any kind of work, I want to survive."

"Oh? You can do everything? Can you warm the bed?" Qingmo smiled wickedly.

The boy's face flushed red and he lowered his head. Was that what he meant? But she clearly looked younger than him. He secretly glanced at Qingmo. If it was her, it wouldn't be impossible.

"If...it's you, then...it's okay." The voice was low, a little embarrassed.

She really is a lecherous old man; even minors find her attractive.

Qingmo stepped aside to let him in, and once inside, she told him to go to the toilet to take a shower because he was too dirty. Then she took out a few sets of boys' clothes from her spatial storage and gave them to him.

She's just too well-rounded; she has everything. Her house was built as a post-apocalyptic safe house, so she didn't have to worry about water or electricity.

She has plenty of solar generators, as well as diesel and gasoline generators. She also has a large water tower on the balcony. She has everything she needs, except maybe to put some rice, flour, and vegetables in the kitchen.

If it weren't for his cute and boring appearance, who would pick up this troublesome guy?

In the second bedroom, there were bed sheets, duvet covers, and a large sunshade. Several sets of the boy's winter and summer clothes and pajamas were also thrown into the closet.

She is so thoughtful and thorough, she's just perfect.