Chapter 153 I am the zombie my son raised 2



During the years of the apocalypse, he didn't need to fight zombies or search for supplies because he had Mo Yan with him.

Later, when he learned about his mother's abilities, he actually worked with the female lead to make full use of the original owner, sending the original owner to find various resources while the two of them took the credit.

If there's a fight, the old lady will step in.

If there are supplies, I'll go.

Mutated plants and animals? I'll take care of it.

In short, whether it's solvable or not, I'll handle it all.

Ultimately, they reached the pinnacle of their lives.

At this point, the original owner is no longer needed and can be discarded.

Then he directly killed his own mother, claiming it was for the greater good of the nation.

Screw the idea of ​​upholding justice by betraying one's own family.

Even at the moment of her death, the original owner of the body, now a zombie, did not understand why her beloved had killed her.

Is it because she did something wrong?

Bah, that's because that son is utterly wicked.

Of course, it's not that her son is bad, because he's a fake son.

It was this male protagonist who transmigrated. After discovering that the original owner's mother was a zombie and had become conscious, he began to use her, and finally kicked her away.

It's not his own son.

What does this mean?

You can just beat him up, beat him to death.

Mo Yan was so happy that she laughed.

The sound "hehehehe" is rather unpleasant.

At this time, the original owner had just turned into a zombie. She hadn't even gone to Chashao's son's school to find Chashao yet.

It's said that this guy traveled to this world several years ago. And because he knew about the apocalypse, he's been following his girlfriend around collecting supplies.

He also has another space, which is the original owner's jade.

He got several girlfriends directly through that jade.

That's rubbish.

The original owner's child was clearly a good kid. But he turned him into a womanizer. And the kind of trash who thinks he's the best in the world and deserves a harem of endless scum.

Mo Yan thought for a moment and realized she needed to make herself look more normal.

So she began to control her superpower, specifically how to control it using her mental energy.

The reason why I can't control myself is because my mental strength is insufficient, so I can't control my superpowers and the viruses in my body.

It was difficult at first because most people have very little mental energy, and Mo Yan had to constantly use her mental energy.

Every time I reach my limit, I get a splitting headache.

She didn't know how long she had been in the garbage dump.

It's been like this countless times—darkness followed by light, light followed by darkness. [Actually, it's been a week.]

Mo Yan's hands were finally able to move again.

It should be noted that it took the original owner a whole month to be able to move freely and find char siu.

As for now, sorry, I need to cultivate my supernatural abilities.

As for any special abilities, they're all-powerful.

She must be all-around capable, and Mo Yan is directly cultivating spiritual power and supernatural abilities. Crystal cores contain impurities, so how can she absorb them?

It'll explode right away.

After Mo Yan regained her mobility, she got up and went to the nearby supermarket to find clothes to change into.

They also collected some clothes and food.

She must be able to eat; if she can't eat, she might as well die.

Why do you cultivate so diligently? Why do you try so hard to return to normal? Is it all for food?

Is my son important? No, he is not.

Are superpowers important? No, they are not.

So what's important? Of course, it's food!

Eating is the happiest thing in the world.

The first thing Mo Yan did was cook herself a bowl of instant noodles, and when she ate it, it was incredibly delicious.

That's exactly the feeling I wanted.

The sensation of the aroma of food spreading in your mouth.

Mo Yan also possesses a spatial ability; it's quite small, only a dozen square meters, but when there's enough stuff, two-thirds of it is filled with various kinds of food. The rest is clothes and shoes.

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