The End of the Book: Becoming a Cannon Fodder Rich Lolita at the Beginning

The night was as cool as water.

The Beidou base was shrouded in darkness.

Only the top floor of the castle lit up with a faint light.

On the balcony, the little loli was still standing in the wind.

The difference was that the honest and strong man who had been kneeling on the balcony for a day had already left.

Now standing there was the old housekeeper.

The old housekeeper held an account book in his hand and handed it forward respectfully.

"Young master, all the expenses of these days are here."

"How is the consumption?"

The white-haired little loli took the account book and raised her eyes and asked.

The old housekeeper lowered his head and replied immediately.

"It didn't hurt the foundation."

"After you left, although the number of personnel increased and the materials consumed a lot, those team members also went out to search for materials in the Magic City. They didn't consume much back and forth."

"That's not bad."

On the balcony fence, the white-haired little loli stood with her hands behind her back.

That look was quite old-fashioned.

The old housekeeper glanced at her back, his eyes flickering.

He seemed to want to say something.

But he opened his mouth for a long time, but nothing came out.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

The little white-haired man on the fence seemed to realize something and asked.

After she asked, the old housekeeper's eyes flashed with hesitation again.

"Young master..."

"Well, say it."

"Old slave..."

The old housekeeper hesitated and refused to say anything for a long time.

But when he looked up and saw the pair of bone wings again.

Then he made up his mind and spoke firmly.

"Old slave wants to go back to his hometown."

"Go back to his hometown?"

The little white-haired man on the fence was stunned and turned around.

She looked at the old housekeeper with doubts.

"Haven't you been a servant in the Su family for a lifetime?"

Isn't this how novels are written?

What loyal old housekeepers are all cultivated by each wealthy family since childhood, and they are all their own people.

But now, the old housekeeper in the book wants to go back to his hometown.

And this is the end of the world.

There are few zombies in the Magic City, but it doesn't mean that other places are the same.

Once you leave Beidou, there are many dangers.

"My hometown is also my hometown."

The old housekeeper said in a low voice.

But when he said it, his voice was a little weird.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Baimao frowned.

"Do you have to go back?"

"I want to verify something."

"But if you leave, the management of those materials..."

When Xiao Baimao thought of those huge amounts of materials, he felt a headache instantly.

"I will only be away for five or six days and will be back soon."

The old housekeeper promised hurriedly.

After he finished speaking, his eyes dimmed again.

"If I can't come back, this account book also records the management methods and reserves of all your materials."

The old housekeeper glanced at the account book in Xiao Baimao's hand again.

Xiao Baimao's hand froze.

Finally, she turned her head.

"I know. Let me think about it for a night."

"Yes."

...

Late at night.

Beidou Base.

On the high wall, three milky white lights were shining.

A man was hanging on the cold milky white silk thread.

The man was very big and looked very fat.

From time to time, milky white whip shadows fell on his body, making a snapping sound.

One whip after another.

Only the whip fell, but no wounds were seen.

But the man's expression was extremely painful.

"Uh~"

Luo Daniu, with a swollen nose and face, groaned in pain, and his fat body was trying to curl up.

"It hurts, it hurts so much."

"Kill me, kill me."

"Rich second generation, if you have the guts, come out and kill me."

He howled miserably.

But except for the team members on duty on the wall, no one could hear his miserable screams.

The team members were used to it.

"You've been yelling for a whole day, and you're still so angry."

"Bah, you deserve it."

"Who told him to be disrespectful to our little master, and to come and provoke us with dirty words? This is what he deserves."

"Let's continue patrolling, and don't talk about... Xiao... Xiao."

The gun-wielding team members were about to end the topic.

They froze on the spot.

Because in front of them, there stood a little white-haired loli.

In an instant, the team members' hair stood upside down.

"Continue patrolling."

The little white-haired girl didn't bother with them, but walked straight ahead.

The team members resumed their actions only after she left.

But there was still a dazed expression on their faces.

"Was that the little master just now?"

"This is the first time I have seen the little master up close."

"The little master's aura is indeed terrifying."

"But what is the little master doing here so late?"

The team members' eyes were filled with doubt.While they were wondering, the little white-haired boy walked straight to the wall where the fat man was hanging.

Not long after, another shrill howl was heard in the middle of the night.

"You...you devil, what do you want to do?"

"How did you get to level three?"

A faint baby voice sounded on the wall.

Then, there was Luo Daniu's stubborn voice.

"I fought my way to level three by myself, I...ah!"

"Ahhh!"

"You second-generation ancestor, you are jealous of me...ah!"

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, ancestor, I confess everything."

"In the northwest corner of Hangzhou, there is..."

...

Somewhere in the United States.

Next to the heavily guarded electric fence, rows of soldiers are patrolling closely.

And inside, there are military tents.

In one of the tents, it was crowded with people.

Those people all knelt on the ground with anger on their faces.

"Those Americans are too much. They only allocated such a small tent to us, and the food we eat every day is not even as good as pig food."

"Murashita-kun, what you said is very reasonable."

"But now we are living under someone else's roof, so we should have less conflicts with the Americans."

"Baga!"

In the tent, a series of poor Sakura language sounded.

Almost everyone was angrily speaking Sakura language.

However, in the corner of the tent, several people were silent.

One of them was wearing a Sakura samurai suit, about 30 or 40 years old, and looked somewhat elegant.

Next to him was a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man wore glasses.

Four eyes, a Mediterranean head.

Next to the middle-aged man was a woman who looked like a housewife.

Behind this person, there were several strong men who were scratching their ears and trying to listen to the sound.

"Kiku-san, why are you not angry?"

The middle-aged man asked the man in the samurai suit.

The man in the samurai suit waved his hand and closed his eyes.

"Hu Sang, living under someone else's roof is how it should be."

"Ju Sang is open-minded."

Hu Wenhai, with a Mediterranean hair on his head, smiled falsely.

After he finished laughing, he looked at the woman dressed as a housewife next to him, and then shook his head.

The woman also looked embarrassed and shook her head as well.

Behind the two men, several strong men who didn't understand anything tried to pull their ears.

But no matter how long they pulled, it still didn't work.

It can be said that they didn't understand a single word.

They sighed and shrugged.

After shrugging, they all looked out of the tent, their eyes full of grievances.

Little master, we want to go back.