Mu Su was very happy and said, "You are so good. ”

Then he ate it.

The taste is the same as in reality, but this is just an illusion caused by the stimulation of the cranial nerves by the game mask, and it does not really satisfy hunger. At most, eating too much gives people the illusion of fullness.

Mu Su thought to himself, just like reaching out to touch the hippopotamus's buttocks, no matter whether there is shit squirting or not, he will retract his hand.

He's not very good at using metaphors.

Seeing that Mu Su was quiet again, the blazing god and Wen Xiang glanced at each other, and it was okay to settle down, and if he continued to talk like this, the player might be reduced by one after he fell asleep.

At this time, the news of the main quest update suddenly appeared.

【Main Quest Updated】

Back Home (Done)

Go to School (Done)

Work (in progress)

When the sun is gone, the street lights outside the window are gradually lit up, and the room becomes dark, the mission update is finally long overdue.

The tense bronze face of the blazing god softened a little, and after thinking about it, he stood up: "Let's go talk to Jun Moxiao, you can wait here now." The two then left the room, one after the other.

Leaving Musu entangled with potato chips.

Jun Moxiao's shout came from outside the door, and gradually his voice became quieter. Wenxiang felt bored after listening for a while, and went back to the room. As soon as I came in, I saw Mu Su with his back to the door, crouching in front of the desk and bowing his head to write something.

"What is this?" Wen Xiang leaned behind him and tilted his head and asked.

"My Autobiography: The Biography of Mu Susu." Mu Su licked his upper lip with his tongue, and wrote bitterly with a serious look: "I plan to upload it to EHMO, and becoming a great god is just around the corner." ”

"But this is the game...... It's useless for you to write. Wenxiang asked hesitantly.

Mu Su was stunned for a long time: "Yes, why didn't I think of it." Then he clumped the paper into a ball in frustration, crossed his arms and began to sulk.

By this time, the blind man could also see the problem with Mu Su.

It can't be really a nervous disorder. A thought appeared in Wenxiang's mind for no reason, and it couldn't be dispersed like taking root.

So she asked straight out, and said cautiously: "Just now Jun Mo smiled and said that you seem to be a psychopath......

"Eh, how do you talk about this, what do you mean?" Mu Su was not happy. "No, it doesn't see."

Wen Xiang opened his mouth, not knowing where to complain. So he simply turned to ask others: "But isn't it generally fast talking and mavericks being irritable?" ”

"I'm not a cross talk actor, why do you want me to go to smoke and drink first, burn my head, cut my waist, roast and eat it, and then report the name of the dish and seal the poem?"

In view of the fact that it is difficult to come into contact with this type of person in daily life, the already curious smelling fragrance is even more curious.

At this time, the blazing god and Jun Moxiao returned to the room one after the other. Jun Mo still had anger on his face, but he didn't look at Mu Su anymore.

The blazing god turned on the lantern next to the wall, and the dim light shone down: "I have already contacted the convenience store job, you can use your mobile phone to write down the number." 114514……”

Mu Su: "Huh? (perceived)

The Blazing God paused and continued, "...... 12450。 ”

Mu Su: "Presumptuous! (Shock)

The three of them ignored Mu Su, who pretended to be crazy and stupid, and after saving the number to a mobile phone that he didn't know how to use, the blazing god looked at Mu Su and asked politely: "Do you want to be together?" ”

"I'm going to make a lot of money." Mu Su subconsciously blurted out.

So they subconsciously thought of Mu Su's remarks about selling his ass at the beginning, and his eyes became a little strange.

Mu Su suddenly blushed and defended loudly: "I smoke, drink, perm, get tattoos, and go to nightclubs, but I know I'm a good boy!" ”

"We're just asking...... Don't care. The blazing god replied embarrassedly: "Then let's go and complete the last task." ”

At night, the lights come on. There are few passers-by on the roadway and under the street lamp. This is a residential area, and it is not very busy at night. At most, there is the occasional passing of a truck carrying goods or the barking of a dog in the distance.

Mu Su separated from the blazing god and the others at the intersection. Their target is a convenience store not far away, and Makisu is a commercial district, a red-light district like Kabukicho.

Separated from Mu Su, the Blazing God was much more relaxed for no reason, like getting rid of a burden. Then I feel guilty about the thoughts I have generated. In all fairness, Mu Su didn't cause any trouble to the task, but his words and deeds were a little free.

The work of the convenience store is very easy to get started, except for Jun Moxiao, who was stimulated by Mu Su's mentality, and Wen Xiang has already packed up the goods under the leadership of the store manager.

On the other side, on the way to Kabukicho, Makisu created a poignant little story in his mind.

……

"The Little Boy Who Sells His Ass"

It was very cold and snowing.

It's getting dark, and it's the coldest time of the year.

A barefoot, thinly dressed, high-pouting little boy walks down the street.

His ass is frozen red and blue, poor little boy! He was cold and hungry, and he walked forward tremblingly. Snowflakes fell on his pale ass, which looked seductive with its curvy curve.

"Anyone wants to buy an ass?"

The weak shouts could not be heard far. Pedestrians walked in a hurry on the road.

Every window along the street was lit up, and the smell of food wafted through the street.

He leaned into the corner of a house, his head on the ground, his ass curled up. He felt colder, but he didn't dare go home. Because he didn't sell his ass once, he didn't make a single profit.

His two-petaled ass was almost freezing.

Yes! At this time, even a little friction can give him warmth. In fact, if he can have the courage to rub his buttocks, then he can warm up his body by rubbing the heat of his buttocks.

……

Before the story is finished, Makisu has already arrived in Kabukicho, the city.

Compared to the desertion of the day, the night is the time that belongs here.

Throughout the long street, pink neon lights flickered ambiguously, the doors of custom shops on both sides of the street were wide open, and signs were moved to the street. PR and pimp stand in front of their respective custom shops to attract customers, and occasionally there will be stout men dressed in bunny girls in front of the store to cooperate in various seductive spicy poses.

The long street is crowded with people and bustling. The slight difference is that most of the visitors to this long street are women.

Quite in line with the tone of this world.

After secretly observing in the corner for a while, Mu Su stopped a well-found prey. A black silk woman wearing a professional skirt, looking more gold and good-looking.

Mu Su licked his lips, then thought about it, and opened his neckline to reveal his left shoulder, thinking that he was tempted: "Do you want special services, only 100,000 yen." ”

"Huh?" The woman looked stunned, and then looked around for something: "Where's the camera?" Are you recording a whole-person show? ”

"Make money, I'm a male high school student." Musu tried his best to promote his selling point.

The woman seemed to move, and her Adam's apple squirmed. But I was afraid that it was a scam and seemed hesitant.

Well? Adam's apple?

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*EHMO: The most extensive and popular literary reading platform in the Federation. It collects nearly 90% of modern literature. Even fantasy novels from hundreds of years ago are included. Its popularity has always occupied the top 50 of the popularity of the whole galaxy network. There are countless film and television works and games that have been adapted and sold well. Because of its low barrier to entry, anyone can create, so much so that their slogan is: everyone is a potential author of EHMO.

*EHMO will be extremely tough on certain regulations when it comes to signing contracts with its authors. Because of the status quo of a dominant family, there are few people who resist.

*Different planet/colony laws are different, so the content available on EHMO is subject to change.