Chapter 132 Tinker Bell.

After saying hello to Huo Yu, Shu Lan drove Shu Maomao to a nearby city, found a middle school, and stood at the cafeteria door.

Other districts had not cleaned up the bodies nearby like she had. Most of the buildings were covered in dust and black bloodstains, and the smell of decay was strong. The school was no exception.

Shu Lan didn't go in. She stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked up.

"Cut off all the pipes and wires outside the house and underground, and then move the entire building, including the stairs and foundation, into the space. Can you do it, Earth God Maomao?"

Shu Maomao: Fifteen.

This requirement was not difficult for him at the moment. The cables in the air were too tough and the metal-controlled axe could not cut them. He retracted the axe and replaced it with an ultra-high temperature flame, which wrapped around the cables and melted all the wires.

The cafeteria was like a big carrot pulled out of the ground, suspended in the air with fresh soil. It disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only a huge deep pit.

Shu Lan clapped vigorously: "It's a truly breathtaking performance. I wonder whose supernatural power is so amazing."

Shu Maomao looked at her with a dim gaze: "Mommy, there are only you and me here. I don't know who you are asking."

Shu Lan replied rhythmically, "Oh~ It turns out to be Ms. Shu Lan's son, Shu Maomao! He possesses powerful earth-related abilities and can move a building this large in one go!"

Shu Maomao raised the corner of his mouth, then quickly returned to his aloofness: "There's still room."

Shu Lan pointed to the dormitory and said, "Move them back as well."

Shu Lan drove past a sporting goods store and stopped. She got out, walked to the window, and looked at the dusty balls inside. "Maomao, do you know what we ordinary people used to play with?"

Shu Maomao said: "You are not an ordinary person, you are the mother of the God of Destruction, the Mother of God."

Shu Lan: "...I find you're quite humorous sometimes. Who did you learn that from?"

"you."

"That's all right."

Shu Maomao raised his hand and the glass shattered. Shu Lan stepped in, picked up a volleyball and tossed it.

“We play these.”

So the entire store and the warehouse were emptied out.

If this were the early stages of the apocalypse, taking away sports equipment would definitely get you called a fool.

These things can neither be eaten nor worn, and are too cumbersome to use to fight zombies. Who would reserve a place in the space specifically for these things?

As for Shu Lan, she not only took over this one, but also went into the mall to take away the goods from other sporting goods stores, and specially asked the system to build a warehouse to store them.

Anyway, the world has become a huge garbage dump, and she can pick up whatever she wants.

Shu Maomao sat in the shopping cart, listening to her explanation while helping her put the things she wanted into the space.

"Cake shop, go in and see if there are any tools to make cakes. Mommy will make it for you."

"There's a bridal shop here that sells wedding dresses. Take them back and give them to Lu Qinghe when she's done dating the handsome guy."

Shu Maomao said, "What is love?"

"Uh, well... it's too early to explain this word to you now. You'll understand it when you grow up."

"Oh, Mommy, Fang Botao wanted Zhongmei to date him this morning, but Zhongmei said no."

Shu Lan wasn't one for gossip, but she was happy to listen to it. "And then?"

"Then Fang Botao asked why? Are you in love with the man who always follows you around in District 15?"

It was hilarious how he imitated other people's speech in a flat tone. Shu Lan then asked, "And then?"

"Zhong Mei said that's not the case. I have a lot of things to do and don't have time to talk to you. Fang Botao said that you just don't have time, not that you don't like me."

"Then what?"

"When Zhong Mei was talking about life and death, you were still here talking about likes and dislikes. I punched him and left."

Shu Lan burst out laughing: "Meimei is too serious. When it comes to life and death, just do whatever you want."

Shu Maomao used air pressure to shatter the glass, sucking away the dress inside. He continued, "I also heard that the electric-type supernatural being called Monkey went to Su Zhen and asked her: 'Miss, do you want to be in a relationship? If you are, you will be my first love. I am deeply affectionate and loyal. As long as you become my wife, I am willing to dedicate the rest of my love to you.'"

Shu Lan stepped on the accelerator and continued driving forward, saying, "It's the same thing again, greasy guy. What did Sister Su Zhen say?"

"She said get out of here, because she feels sick when she sees you men."

“Hahahahahaha…”

Shu Lan, with a great harvest, returned to District 9 in a good mood and instructed Shu Maomao to dig various large holes in the open space, and then planted the radishes brought from the canteen, dormitory and warehouse one by one in each hole.

The house fell from the sky, and the people around opened their mouths into an "O" shape and couldn't close them for a long time.

Is this ok?

Is there anything the looters can't do, other than just moving such a large house from another district?

After the house was planted and the removed soil was collected, Shu Lan picked up the intercom and gave an order: "Teacher Huo, arrange for someone to come and clean up."

"Got it, Commander. You and Master Mao Mao have worked hard too."

The voice of the control personnel came from the intercom and the radio, and soon waves of people carrying tools and buckets of water came into the building and started washing and cleaning. Now that they had a new home, they were excited even though they were busy. They responded to each other and the atmosphere was lively and bustling.

Shu Lan sat on the electric scooter, supporting herself with one foot, and watched them busy coming and going. Occasionally, someone waved or bowed to her, and she nodded slightly in response.

"Baby, do you prefer it when we were just two in the garbage dump or now?"

Shu Maomao sat in the back seat and watched with her, swinging his legs: "I like them all."

"Which one do you like more?"

"Now."

Shu Lan smiled and said, "Yeah, it's fun to have a different life every day."

The temperature was a little high, so Shu Lan took off her cotton coat and handed it to Shu Maomao. Shu Maomao put it away and, without any communication, changed into a thin jacket and handed it back to her.

After Shu Lan put it on, something popped into her head: "Wait a minute, take that dress out again."

Shu Maomao took it out, and Shu Lan took out the headphones from her pocket, feeling a little helpless: "Maybe I'll really lose it one day."

Shu Maomao glanced at it and said, "It doesn't matter if I throw away the things given by the liar."

Shu Lan lowered her head to study the structure of the earphones. They were the size of a thumb, with a round head that went into the ear on one side and a flat side with a slightly concave button on the other.

"It's not all lies."

Shu Lan put the earphones into her ear canals. At that moment, something cold touched her outer auricle. She was startled and her first reaction was to reach out to touch it, but when she touched the edge of the earphones, the coldness suddenly disappeared.

Shu Lan took off her headphones, feeling strange: "Maomao, mirror."

Tinker Bell Shu Maomao took out a makeup mirror, but Shu Lan refused to take it and said, "Hold it up high."

She put on her headphones again in front of the mirror and found that there was a silver metal like spider silk, but harder than spider silk, extending from all sides of the headphones and firmly grasping her ears, probably to prevent them from falling.

Shu Lan thought to herself: Pretty advanced.

She straightened up and pressed down his hands that were holding up the mirror, "Okay, thank you Tinker Bell Fluffy."

Shu Maomao put away the mirror: "Sixteen, what is Tinker Bell?"

Shu Lan said, "There's a big fat blue cat in the comics. It has a pocket on its belly that can take out all kinds of things. It's like you...oh no, you're like it."