Everyone's on a time-travel adventure! I'm raising city beasts in a post-apocalyptic world

Michelle said, "Then why are you still getting close to him?"

Mo Qingluan glanced at Mi Xue: "Do you think we can survive?"

"Why not? We're Awakened Ones. I can sense danger in advance. Besides, we have a convoy, powerful Awakened Ones to protect us, Captain Wang Lie, Sister Fang Ling, and... and..."

"And Lin Feng..." Mo Qingluan finished Michelle's sentence that was stuck in her throat.

"Do you think I enjoy mining? Do you think I enjoy having a bunch of random people in my car? You saw the horrific scene yesterday when that giant snake attacked the convoy, right? Who do you think could save you…?" Mo Qingluan stared intently at Mi Xue and said seriously.

"This is a post-apocalyptic world. Blue Star is gone. There are strange things and mutated monsters everywhere. This world is unfamiliar. You may encounter anything in the future. People need to face reality. If you want to be a pretty face, you can learn from Su Wan and the others and just lie down and take the beating."

Michelle shook her head: "I won't be a pretty face..."

"Then prove your worth. Besides recognizing the situation, you also need to follow the right people and do the right things! Even if you end up getting beaten up, you should be a valuable vase, not a toy that you can just throw away after you've used it..." When Mo Qingluan said these words to Mi Xue, it was as if he was also telling himself.

"Oh..." Michelle nodded as if she understood, "Sister Qingluan, whatever you say, I'll do it. I'm sticking with you for life..."

"Okay, follow me!"

When Mo Qingluan walked up to Xiao Xuan, he looked up at the increasingly enormous beast and felt a sense of security. He also had a thought that "maybe I should just be a pretty face," but he quickly dismissed it.

Now is not the time.

"Brother Lin Feng, I've come to find you!"

Her voice was sweet and clear, as if she was deliberately using her unique tone to act coquettishly.

Lin Feng peeked out from the small garden on the second floor. When he saw that it was Mo Qingluan, he flipped over and jumped down from a height of more than ten meters, landing steadily on the ground.

"What's up so early in the morning?"

Mo Qingluan didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "I plan to loot all the valuable resources in this village. Don't waste anything you can take with you. After all, I can't let you support the mining team for nothing, can I? So you won't say I only take the benefits and don't do any work."

"Okay, you can handle it..." Lin Feng waved his hand, too lazy to worry about such a small matter.

Originally, those people had only casually agreed to do it in order to find food for Xiao Xuan. Although Lin Feng considered himself selfish, lazy, lecherous, and prone to shirking his responsibilities, he was still secretly pleased that someone was taking the initiative to do things for him.

I still gave a reminder.

"You can collect more metals and minerals as Xiao Xuan's daily food. As for the rest, you can handle it yourself. The first layer is a warehouse, so even if you carry hundreds of tons, it won't be a problem."

Mo Qingluan looked on incredulously: "Hundreds of tons? Can your tortoise really carry that?"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "You'll know once you let it try."

Mo Qingluan didn't ask any more questions. She turned around and went back to her modified bus, clapped her hands, and shouted to the crowd:

"Everyone, get off the bus and assemble. Miners, all of you, come here."

Soon, seventy or eighty people gathered around, men and women alike. Zhao Dayong stood at the front, holding a shovel, seemingly ready to start working at any moment.

Mo Qingluan's gaze swept over everyone: "Listen up, everyone. Before the convoy sets off, go to the village and collect everything that can be used, especially metal. Whether it's a wire or a piece of sheet metal, find it all. Don't forget even a screw."

"And wood, old furniture, tattered blankets, even the roof beams need to be moved, all of these need to be taken..." Mo Qingluan's original idea was to collect some necessities, but now that Lin Feng said that he could take hundreds of tons of supplies, his mind suddenly became active. These things that no one else would want would be useful in the apocalypse.

Wood can be used to start a fire for warmth and cooking. Even a tattered piece of clothing can be reused. This is not Earth; now, every bit used is precious.

Someone shouted, "Are the houses going to be demolished too?"

"Demolish it! Tear the house down! Take away all the usable timber, not a single beam should be left."

A balding middle-aged man stood with his arms crossed, his tone reluctant, "We contributed our vehicles, the team leader said we'd have seats, and now we have to work? Why should we?"

A rich kid standing nearby said, "Yeah, why should we? Our cars have become modification materials, why should we still have to do this kind of hard labor? I'm not going."

He was angry. He was sitting comfortably in his G-Wagon, but it was almost out of gas, so he thought he might as well switch seats and sit in a modified car.

As a result, the school beauty girlfriend he had spent a lot of money to finally win over ran away with him. She was lured away by Sister Li, the agent in Mo Qingluan's film crew. Several good-looking and elegant women in the convoy were also tricked into Wang Lie's car by her with just a few words.

The rich second-generation cursed under his breath and spat. That stupid woman thought she could get close to the team leader with just a few women. She was really overestimating herself. Using her looks as a trick? Lin Feng was easier to deal with than the team leader. If he had known that the bitch would run away, he should have just given her to Lin Feng and gotten some benefits in return.

There are still some people in the convoy who don't understand that Lin Feng is no longer that insignificant Awakened One. Wherever his tortoise stands, it's obvious to everyone who has eyes that he's the boss.

Mo Qingluan glanced at them: "If you don't want to go, get out of my car and find a seat in another car."

The bald, middle-aged man's face flushed red: "Why? This was promised by the captain himself; if you contribute a vehicle, you get a seat! You can't break the rules!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Dayong had already walked over, followed by two burly men. The three of them stood there, and Zhao Dayong slammed the shovel he was holding onto the ground.

"Rules!" Zhao Dayong's voice was deep and resonant as he stared at the man. "Qingluan is in charge of the rules on this vehicle. Once you're on this vehicle, you have to listen to Qingluan. Besides, Qingluan's mining team belongs to Lord Lin Feng. What, you want to rebel? Don't want to join? Get off this vehicle now, no one's stopping you!"

The bald man glanced at Zhao Dayong's physique and the two burly men behind him, took two steps back, and finally managed to say, "I...I'll go find the captain to reason with him!"

Zhao Dayong then looked at the rich second-generation youth, who stood there in a dilemma. Mo Qingluan's team belonged to Lin Feng? How could it be that guy's? He wasn't stupid. Judging from the current situation, this convoy could offend Wang Lie rather than Lin Feng.

He witnessed the scene where the owner of the SUV in front of him was whipped away by the turtle's tail because he cursed at Lin Feng.

If that petty person remembers me, I'll be lucky to survive two chapters. Finally, he muttered, "Let's do it! I love working..."