Chapter 31 It’s so hard to live.

Shu Maomao had climbed into the bathtub at some point and patted Shu Lan's legs: "Mommy, I want to try it too."

Shu Lan squatted down. Her alcohol tolerance was very average and she was starting to feel dizzy. She said, "Children can't drink."

Anselin urged from the side: "Give him a taste, it's okay."

Shu Lan turned her head and glared at her: "What do you mean it's okay? You're just watching the fun and making trouble. It's not your son, and you don't feel bad for him. What if he gets drunk?"

After she finished speaking, Shu Lan suddenly woke up, opened her eyes wide, clasped her hands together, and kept admitting her mistakes: "I'm sorry, sister, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so mean to you. I apologize to you. Please don't bite me."

Anselin smiled even more heartily, and her eyes seemed to be filled with tenderness when she looked at Shu Lan: "Don't worry, I won't bite you."

"That's good." Shu Lan suddenly felt grief-stricken and burst into tears while holding her child: "Life is so hard, wuwuwu..."

Anselin put the wine glass on the edge of the bathtub. Shu Maomao looked up at her. She raised her eyebrows and glanced at Shu Lan again.

Shu Maomao could understand what she meant: Your mother wasn't paying attention, try it quickly.

He stared at the woman's face suspiciously, then looked down at Shu Lan, who had found a comfortable position to sleep by the bathtub after crying herself out of exhaustion. His eyes gradually grew colder, and he said, "You made her cry."

Anselin spread her hands: "After drinking, she likes to hug people and cry, and then go to sleep after crying. It has nothing to do with me."

"It was you. You gave her something weird to drink."

Shu Maomao closed his palms, and a knife appeared out of thin air between his hands. The knife was longer than his legs, and he needed both hands to hold the handle to pick it up.

He faced the woman who was half a head taller than him, and there was no fear in his eyes, only murderous intent that was totally inconsistent with his age.

He raised his hand and threw the knife out. Anselin turned sideways, and the knife brushed past her side and fell into a crack torn in the air, and the crack disappeared.

The next moment, the crack representing the space exit opened again behind Anselin's head, and a long knife flew out.

Under the command of the master of space, the knife will penetrate straight through Anselin's skull in the middle and finally fall into Shu Maomao's hands.

But Anselin seemed to have eyes on the back of her head. She raised her hand and accurately grasped the blade flying towards her from behind.

The other hand snapped its fingers, and the connection between Shu Maomao and the space disappeared as if the control line had been cut off.

At this moment, Shu Maomao discovered that he could not move the part below his neck.

He glared at him fiercely, his brows knitted into knots, looking very unhappy.

Anselin squatted down, hooked his chin, and pursed her lips provocatively: "Oh my, I can't beat you."

Shu Maomao, who had not been very angry originally, was now really irritated by her. His body was filled with the power to smash something, but he couldn't vent it. He could only glare at the woman in front of him fiercely, gritting his teeth, trying to regain control of his body, using so much force that veins on his neck bulged.

Anselin said, "Okay, okay, I'll play with you. Listen to your mother. You're not grown up yet, and there are many people you can't beat."

Shu Maomao squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "Come again!"

Anselin nodded indifferently and took a few steps back: "Okay, let's do it again."

She snapped her fingers again, and the moment Shu Maomao could move, spatial cracks appeared in every corner of the room, and cold weapons fell out one after another randomly: knives, axes, shovels, iron rods...

Finally, the space stuck to Anselin's back and collected all the weapons that fell out along with her.

Those cold weapons that had originally gathered in the middle to chop the woman in the red dress into pieces suddenly betrayed Shu Maomao's wishes and turned around to fly towards him and Shu Lan.

Shu Maomao had never been so frightened before. His eyes widened in shock, and he stretched out his hands to block the unconscious Shu Lan in front of him, shouting anxiously, "Everyone go back!"

The space entrance that was supposed to swallow Anselin closed, but was opened to its maximum in Shu Maomao's hands, like a huge mouth of the abyss, swallowing all the flying weapons.

A layer of sweat broke out on Shu Maomao's forehead and his heart was beating fast.

If he hadn't been able to move his body just now, these flying weapons would have killed his mother.

Mommy was right, he couldn't beat this female zombie.

The tall woman, who had been barefoot the entire time, walked over lightly and sat on the edge of the bathtub. "Aren't you going to listen to your mother and hide the knife?"

She was so annoying that Shu Maomao didn't want to talk to her at all, nor did he plan to fight with her.

He turned around, hugged Shu Lan's arm, and pulled her out forcefully: "Mommy, get up."

A drunk person becomes dead and motionless.

Anselin chuckled, bent down and picked up Shu Lan horizontally, and placed a small hand on her arm. Shu Maomao squeezed it tightly and said fiercely, "You are not allowed to touch her."

Anselin tilted her body, pushed the child away with her shoulder, picked up Shu Lan, stepped out of the bathtub and ran: "Hey~ I have to touch her~"

If Shu Maomao wanted to chase her, he had to use his hands and feet to climb over the bathtub which was as high as his chest. He stomped his feet hard, his eyebrows raised, his cheeks flushed, and he needed to breathe deeply to avoid getting angry.

When he grows taller, he will definitely kill this most annoying zombie in the world as soon as possible!

Anselin didn't actually do anything. She just put Shu Lan on the bed and then disappeared.

Shu Maomao crawled into the bed, pulled Shu Lan's arm over and placed it on her still bulging belly.

Humph, even if she helped, he would still beat her in the future!

But why did his body suddenly become unable to move, and why did those weapons fly around without being controlled by space?

No matter how much he thought about things he didn't understand, he still didn't understand. The soft bed and deep sleepiness wrapped around Shu Maomao, forcibly cutting off his thoughts and dragging him into a dream.

…

In a daze, Shu Lan felt a little itchy on her face. She reached out to scratch it, but grabbed a handful of soft and fine hair.

What to play...

"ah--!!!"

She screamed and sat up, and saw a bright and charming smiling face in front of her.

Anselin sat on the edge of the bed, still holding a strand of hair in her hand, and said proudly, "How about this trick, Sister Lily?"

Shu Lan really wanted to slap her, but she didn't dare. She could only admit tearfully, "It's... very scary."

She thought zombies were rushing into the house to eat her head.

Eh, that’s not right. The zombie did enter the room and was sitting next to her bed.

Shu Lan found that she was no longer subconsciously afraid of Anselin biting her. Perhaps it was because she always played this kind of prank on her, and she got used to it after being scared. She felt that Anselin was just like that and would not do anything more extreme.

Moreover, there was no corpse smell on Anselin's body. Except for the fact that she always walked barefoot on the ground, which made the soles of her feet black, the rest of her body was quite clean.

"Wake up! The sun is already overhead, and you're still sleeping. Do you have any sense of professionalism? I, a passenger, have been waiting for you for quite some time."

Shu Lan turned her head and looked at the heavy blackout curtains in surprise, and asked in surprise, "It's noon?"

Anselin walked over and opened the curtains. A burst of strong light shone in, and she quickly closed it again: "I can't lie to you."

Shu Lan laughed guiltily: "Haha...it must be because of the wine I drank last night."

She wasn't very clear about her drinking habits, so she asked cautiously, "Sister, um, after I drank, I didn't say anything nonsense, did I?"