Vicious cannon fodder is prohibited for beauties to play

When the system asked this question, it never thought that the host would give a negative answer.

After all, its host seems to really do what he says and is never modest.

Unexpectedly, the host was silent for a long time this time, and then said with a slightly unhappy tone, "I'm not so sure now."

system:【? ? ? 】

Si Cen's tone was a little cold, [My succubus seal did not sense Uncle Shen...]

The system was hesitating whether to comfort him, but heard Si Cen suddenly smile.

「But it doesn’t matter. If he’s not here, then it’s definitely not a problem with my seal, but a problem with this world.」

System alert: [Host, what are you doing? Don't mess around! ]

The last time the world didn’t collapse it might have been a bug, but we won’t be so lucky this time.

The system tries hard to save its own precarious life.

[You've seen it, you did so well in your last world, your rating is so high, and your salary is very high. You'll soon be able to save enough to exchange for a chance to be reborn! Don't let it get you down, host!]

Si Cen chuckled, [Why are you so nervous? I didn't say I was going to do anything bad. I just finished the mission in this world early. Why don't we work the next morning? ]

The system was skeptical, [Zundu?]

Si Cen rubbed the small light ball of the system in the void in his mind, [Are you still not confident in me? ]

I just feel uneasy... But, the host got an excellent result of "A in plot, S in cannon fodder performance" in the first cannon fodder mission... So, I can still feel at ease, right?

The system was successfully fooled once again.

Si Cen still had his eyes closed as if he was sleeping, so the system couldn't detect the faint red light flowing in his eyes.

He and Shen Hexue had formed a succubus bond, which was a mark left on the soul by the spirit.

No matter where Si Cen goes, the other party will definitely follow him.

If Shen Hexue had not come to this world, it would mean that this world - or the so-called Space-Time Management Bureau behind this system - was intervening.

Then don't blame him for being rude.

It just so happens that this is a world where order has completely collapsed and it is infinitely similar to his world, a world where the strong prey on the weak.

He was unhappy, but at least he didn't have to be as restricted as in the previous world.

The corners of Si Cen's lips curled up slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

Outside the car.

The reason why the second team stayed behind was not just to secretly taunt Si Cen.

They detected that there might be a small group of zombies ahead, so they stopped to rest for a while and then went forward to clear the way.

After traveling with Si Cen for three days, no one tried to get him to do any work anymore.

It’s good enough that this ancestor doesn’t give them things to do. What else can they ask of him?

In fact, in the first two days, apart from the moment they were struck by how stunning Si Cen was, Si Cen's repeated nitpicking had already lost the favor of most people in the second team.

The only advantage he has is that he looks decent... No, in today's world, this is not even an advantage.

More likely to cause trouble.

What's more, Si Cen's personality is so hard to describe and difficult to understand.

Only Qin Shu, a recognized good guy, could tolerate Si Cen. He never said a bad word about him from beginning to end, and let him eat and drink as he pleased and be picky and still keep a good temper.

The greater everyone's dissatisfaction with Si Cen, the greater their admiration for Qin Shu.

No matter what, being able to still have the greatest kindness in such an environment and treat everyone equally is an important reason why these people like Qin Shu and are willing to follow him.

Qin Shu asked everyone to stop talking about others, arranged for two people to stay behind to guard their cars and supplies, and took the others to clear the way ahead.

The two people who stayed behind were one fat and one thin. The thin one was so short that he looked like a junior high school student who had not yet started to grow, but he was actually already nineteen years old.

He asked Fatty to get back in the car, but Fatty waved his hand and asked him to look at the cigarette between his fingers. "I'll take a puff and then go back up later, so that the young master won't get used to the smell."

"Young Master" has become the derogatory name used by Team Two to refer to Si Cen in private.

Oh, except for the fat guy, he doesn’t sound sarcastic when he shouts.

The thin guy is named Ding Xiaoming. Maybe it’s because of his appearance or maybe he’s too thin, he always gives people the feeling that he has a pointed face and monkey cheeks.

Those overly large eyes rolled around, always making him look a little cunning.

"What are you afraid of? The captain is not here, so who will stand up for him?"

Ding Xiaoming gave Fatty a malicious look, "Don't you dislike him? Why do we work so hard every day while he just sits back and takes it easy, always bossing us around?"

The fat guy is a fat man with a kind heart. He doesn't take many things to heart. Although he doesn't like Si Cen very much, he doesn't hold a grudge against him.

I just don’t know why Ding Xiaoming hates him so much.

How could he know that the reason why Ding Xiaoming hated Si Cen was purely because before Si Cen appeared, he was the one who was most taken care of by Qin Shu in the entire team.

It's not just because Si Cen stole Qin Shu's attention.

Also, on the first day they met, Ding Xiaoming tried to get close to him because of how stunning Si Cen was.

But Si Cen didn't give him any face at all, he was just standing a little closer.

Si Cen actually put one hand in front of his nose, looked at him with disgust, said that he smelled, and asked him to stay away.

At that time, they had just fought a big battle with zombies, and everyone smelled a little.

Even though Si Cen was clean, he still didn't give him face.

Ding Xiaoming started to feel uneasy from that time on.

"If you don't go up, I will. He is in the car and he must have turned on the air conditioner. I don't want to stay here and be sweltering in the heat." Ding Xiaoming said.

Fat Brother waved his hand, glanced at the closed car window not far away, then changed direction and walked a few steps further.

Otherwise the smell of smoke would drift away with the wind. If Si Cen smelled it, he might get angry again.

Ding Xiaoming walked to the side of the car and was about to open the front door when he paused. He turned a corner and moved to the back, opening the back door.

The cool air blew in my face, mixed with a faint scent like that of sweet orange or tangerine.

Is it the smell on Si Cen's body or hair?

In the third year of this apocalyptic world, it is impossible to find someone who can exude such a pleasant fragrance in the "wild".

Even among the people they rescued from outside in the past three years, none of them was like Si Cen.

Clean, beautiful, fragrant, and still retaining a sense of foolish innocence that is unaware of the difficulties and dangers of the world.

He felt that Si Cen was simply lying.

He wasn't some rich young master hiding from the apocalypse in an underground bunker with his servants.

He must have been kept by a rich and eccentric old man before the end of the world.

If there is no such need, no normal man would have such long, silky black hair, or would deliberately maintain such delicate and tender skin.