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Chapter 883 54. Mu Su wants to write the biography of Mu Su Su

In any case, the main line of the third stage, which is thrilling, dangerous, near-miss, and boring, is finally completed.

The audience hopes that the fourth stage will be thrilling and exciting, and the contestants hope that there will be no death while thrilling——

[Main task: Pioneer]

Explore the first island (completed)

Find communicable biomes (done)
Garrison the island until the countdown ends: 0:0:0 (completed)
move on (in progress)

Content: You did it... set foot on this land again.Having territory is more important than you think.Because this means... the former owner of this world has returned.Now is not the time to rest.

Go on, go on!Expel the aliens around and let the land under our feet truly belong to us!

Rebuke, rebuke!Howl like a cowardly mole at a departing foe!

It seems to be an illusion, but the players seem to feel a kind of... ridicule from the main content?
"Rush rush!"

Only Mu Su yelled excitedly without noticing: "The colonists massacred the aborigines in the New World, peeled off their skins and made boots to thank them for their death!
"What are you thinking?"

Yinghua stared at Qianye, who lowered her head and drooped her eyes slightly. This was a sign of her being lost in thought, so she was given the nickname "Rapid Vacuum Thinking" by Musu.

Qianye raised his eyes and said out of his thoughts, "I was wondering if the narration would be more than just a narration..."

"I need a new pair of boots!" Not far away, Musu swung Fu Jiang's ax in his hand.

"Just like the narration in the third round was the master of dreams, the narration now also has...a personal style. But it's meaningless to think about it now."

Obviously, the narration is still far away from the players, and it is not something they can touch at this stage-whether they encourage or ridicule, they can only be used as puppets of the main line at this moment.

"I'm ready!"

Tianmo, who had recovered his Sanity Points, was bare-chested, his muscles bulging.

"I'm going to stay for a rest for a day."

Qianye poured cold water on Tianmo and some players who were eager to try: "The second island still needs to be perfected, researching stone houses, setting up buffer zones, investigating sketch dandelions, accumulating food and water resources, etc., and I also want to take a break..."

She needs time to sort out the clues at this stage.

Undoubtedly, as the most famous student of Luo Fuxiujin University on Mars, Qianye's IQ is beyond doubt.However, she prefers to stand by and act as a crowd rather than manipulating the player to lead them - which would be boring to her.

However, the randomness of the players who stand out from the first three rounds with different styles is too large, especially in the third round, many intelligent and reasoning players are screened out. Relatively objectively speaking...compared with their strength, it is also appropriate to describe these people with luck.

"Wait a minute, there is one more thing for you to do."

At this moment, Mao Jiu came, followed by several players: "The second island is already ours...it needs a new name now."

"me?"

Qianye slightly tilted his head to think about it, and when he heard Musu yelling not far away, his expression moved slightly, and he smiled slightly: "Let's call it Thanksgiving Island."

This vocabulary is not related to anything in front of you, it is hard to say why this name is not influenced by Musu.

Mao Jiu, Tianmo and the others dispersed, and Qianye enjoyed rare relaxation as a member of the islanders.First go to the stone house to visit "Lanaer", then take off your shoes and stroll barefoot on the beach, stopping in front of the rough sand on the east coast.

When Qianye returned to the west coast, she saw that Mu Su was no longer excited, and was squatting on the sand in front of the shallows, quietly building a castle.

Qianye, who was in a good mood, held up his shoes and approached to tease: "Aren't you going to save Wangwenwenche?"

"Who is it?"

……

Musu didn't know when Qianye left.

His thoughts are like pillars of sand piled up in front of him, incomprehensible and indescribable.

"Hmm..."

Mu Su held his breath and tried his best, his face flushed, and he was discouraged after ten seconds.

Still can't hold back...

Mu Su sadly looked up at Yun Yi: "Could it be that I, Mu Su, have exhausted my talents, and it is difficult to write the eternally famous "Mu Su Su Biography"..."

"Woooo Musu is dead~hip stretched~"

As the shadows fell, Yinghua sat with a grimace and laughed.

Mu Su blushed immediately: "No life... what no life! I'll give you all the hard work!"

After finishing speaking, he rolled his eyes and cut out the game.

……

thump thump——

Musu rushed downstairs to the kitchen, wearing a fisherman's sweater and a light-colored long skirt, and Shi Qi, who was wearing an apron, trembled, "Let me visit!"

laugh--

Shi Qi put down the spatula, pinched the corner of the skirt with disgust, and slowly pulled up the skirt.

……

"Crap."

Musu wiped the corners of his mouth, turned over and landed on the kite of the same style as Tom in the holographic screen, rushed out of the bedroom and ran downstairs.

"Give me a visit!"

After finishing speaking, Mu Su looked at a silver-haired intellectual woman with glasses who was sitting at the dining table with Shi Qi.

Her forehead was lined with circuit-board silver wires of synthetic features.

"Who is this?" Mu Su stared at this woman who exuded a mature charm from the inside out.

"The leader of Haven No. [-]." Shi Qi replied.

Mu Su ran back upstairs without saying a word like he was autistic.

bang——

The sound of the door closing echoed downstairs.

Shi Qi calmly untied his apron and left his seat: "I'll go see him."

The silver-haired woman smiled: "You guys get along pretty well..."

……

On the other side, Mu Su who ran back to the room threw himself back on the bed, turned to lie on his back and raised his legs, trying to fold his upper and lower body, while stretching his neck——

"Don't ask for anything!"

squeak-

The closed door was suddenly pushed open, and the light from the corridor stretched into the room.

Mu Su, who was struggling to lift his waist and stretch his neck, slowly lowered his legs, and pushed the eyes that did not exist on the bridge of his nose: "Muscles and ligaments will shrink and stiffen like rust if they are not used for a long time. Synthetics will not understand this feeling." of."

Bang.

The door is closed again.

Mu Su lay paralyzed on the bed, gave up the whole work, and decided to return to his original intention: update!
Lord Grim is the editor, maybe he can help me...

Thinking of this, Mu Suquan opened the address book and sent a message: "Jun Moxiao!"

"What...?" The message replied slowly.

"Facing the famous writer Musu Kawen, do you have any suggestions?"

Lord Grim, who was taking antihypertensive drugs, replied calmly: "Is there such a good thing?"

"Ok?"

"Just like you've always done."

Mu Su twitched: "Is this not very good... What do you think about writing about my day-to-day life?"

"No one cares about this kind of stuff."

"I'm a famous writer after all!"

"No official certification doesn't count."

"hateful……"

"Have you been urged?"

Recalling the screen swiping in the comment area, "I'm going to die without Mu Su Su Chuan", Mu Susu remained unmoved: "Not at all."

"You can stop updating, um... polish and present better works." When Jun Moxiao said these words, he felt that he could face everything calmly.

"What if the reader wants to see it?"

"up to you."

The chat ends and the message box closes.

Out of uneasy conscience, Mu Su still decides to write... a chapter of testimonials to express condolences to the readers.

Ok!Just follow Lord Grim's instructions!
(End of this chapter)