Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

Once this thought arises, it can never be suppressed.

Yes, if the other party can even afford hot pot, they must have medicine too, right?

Therefore, Huo Zhanting, as the representative, had no choice but to bear the pressure and bite the bullet to come to Mo Chenchen's villa.

Behind him, not too far away, were several of his close brothers and survivors with expectant expressions.

The door was opened from the inside after only a few knocks, and Mo Chenchen frowned as she looked at the man in front of her with a troubled expression.

"Ms. Mo Chenchen, I apologize for disturbing you." Huo Zhanting's voice was filled with undisguised exhaustion. "This epidemic has come on fiercely, and we... we have no other choice. If you have any medicine, we will agree to any conditions. Please."

This was the first time Mo Chenchen had seen this man with such an expression, and the first time she had heard him speak in such a subservient tone. Her brows furrowed even deeper involuntarily.

Medicine? Of course she has it, and she could say a lot about it.

But she didn't want to be a savior. Once she opened the door this time, she was sure that these people would take advantage of her again next time.

But... looking at the desperate crowd not far away, their faces struggling to survive, and the mountains of medicine in her storage space.

Although she didn't want to be a savior, she still retained a shred of humanity. In a situation where it was just a small act of kindness, she really couldn't bear to see so many people die, especially children.

But... just give away the medicine for nothing? Absolutely not?

Her gaze fell on the man in front of her, watching him stand tall even in this situation.

Although he has lost a lot of weight, his jawline is sharper.

His rugged and handsome appearance as a soldier remains undiminished.

Mo's deep thoughts suddenly drifted away.

She was a virgin until her death in her past life, and she was always alone, struggling in the dirty and chaotic lower class. Forget about men, even a full meal was a luxury.

Reborn, she only thought about stockpiling supplies, improving her strength, and surviving. She had absolutely no interest in love, romance, or matters between men and women, and even considered them a burden.

But at this moment, looking at Huo Zhanting's face, which, even though haggard, could not hide his handsomeness and the masculine aura unique to soldiers.

Looking at his slender yet still upright figure beneath his military uniform, a thought began to form in my mind.

Such a top-quality item seems like it would be nice to play with.

Shatter his pride and make him bow his head.

Just thinking about it makes one's blood boil.

You can play around with men in this world, but once you return to the Nebula Continent, you won't have the means to do so even if you wanted to.

Firstly, the body is still young; it needs to be at least twenty years old before it can eat meat.

Secondly, in that world, those she could set her sights on were all people she couldn't afford to offend; after all, if you're going to eat, you should eat the best.

By the time she has the ability, who knows how many lifetimes it will be, so she should just enjoy the pleasures of the small world for now.

She's not some innocent young girl.

In the apocalypse, strength is everything, and resources are capital.

She is the greatest asset in the world right now, so why can't she enjoy it?

This man used to be high and mighty, and he had all sorts of complaints about her.

But now, this person is at her feet, at her mercy.

If you have an idea, you should do it.

Saving people? Of course you can, and you can even earn merit points for doing so.

Even if there are benefits, we can't save them for nothing; we must completely eliminate any thought these people might have of coming to us again.

It can also bring her joy and happiness, killing two birds with one stone.

Mo Chenchen didn't look at anyone else, only staring at Huo Zhanting, a faint smile slowly curving up at the corners of her lips.

Her voice was soft, with a hint of seduction: "I have the medicine."

Although the words were spoken softly, they were still heard by quite a few people.

The crowd stirred instantly, but Mo Chenchen's next words silenced everyone, leaving them frozen in place, some even wondering if they had misheard.

"It's not impossible for me to take it out, but..."

The woman's gaze blatantly swept over the man: "Huo Zhanting, exchange yourself for him."

Then she crossed her arms and watched the changes in the man's face, incredulous, her pupils contracted, her face blank.

Even so, Mo Chenchen wouldn't let him off the hook: "You know what I mean!"

The air seemed to freeze.

Huo Zhanting felt a buzzing in his ears and almost thought it was an auditory hallucination caused by not sleeping well last night.

The man stared at Mo Chenchen in disbelief, unable to comprehend why a girl would make such a request.

I felt shocked, humiliated, and incredulous...

The other party offered to exchange himself?

Is that what he meant?

He, Huo Zhanting, the heir of the Huo family, is a fierce warrior who has always prided himself on shedding blood but not tears.

How could I possibly be asked to sell myself by a woman in public?

Not only was Huo Zhanting dumbfounded, but his brothers and the survivors behind him were also dumbfounded.

This...this is simply...

I can't even imagine it.

Mo Chenchen took in everyone's reactions, and the wicked thoughts in her mind became even more active, as if she had found a new toy.

She calmly crossed her arms, leaned back against the door, and waited for the man's answer.

It's okay, she's not in a hurry, she has plenty of time.

I just don't know if those people waiting for their lives to be saved can afford to wait.

When a woman realizes that men can only be used for entertainment and to pass the time, and cannot occupy her main time, then she has already achieved a partial enlightenment.

When a woman realizes that a man cannot even take up her free time, and she doesn't want to give him even a little bit of her time, this woman has been completely enlightened.

Men are tools, meant to be used. Once they're no longer useful, they should be replaced or discarded.

Men don't need love; their mothers will love them. We just need to use them.

If you have no man in your heart, you can draw your sword like a god. But even if you have no man in your heart, you still need a man by your side.

Men are just playthings, mere entertainment.

But this is just for fun. Even if it's just a plaything, you still have to feed it. Mo Chenchen believes that she will not be fixated on just one man in this life.

In this apocalyptic world, there are countless handsome men. Would you invest your feelings in something that comes along so easily?

Mo Chenchen wouldn't do that. In the apocalypse, she saw too many powerful men who treated women like dogs, with no bottom line and no limits. There was nothing they couldn't do.

The evil in human nature has simply crossed the line.

So if men can do it, why can't women?

Of course, she can. It's just supporting a few men. At least she has some principles. Look? She even traded things for them.

Huo Zhanting clenched his fist so tightly that he didn't even feel his nails digging into his palm.

He could feel the expectant gazes of the survivors behind him.

You can also feel the probing look in your friend's eyes.

Can he refuse? What happens if he refuses? What happens to the soldiers suffering from illness?

What to do with survivors who are waiting for help?

Are we just going to watch them all die?

Responsibility, pride, and dignity intertwine and clash at this moment.

Time passed second by second, and each second felt so long.

Finally, Huo Zhanting suddenly raised his head, looked at Mo Chenchen, and squeezed out a few broken syllables from deep in his throat.

His voice was hoarse beyond recognition: "...You...are you...really telling the truth?"

The voice was low; if Mo Chenchen hadn't had good hearing, she would have asked again.

Mo Chenchen suddenly laughed, a bright laugh that carried a deadly poison: "Of course, I always keep my word. I will provide you with the medicine to deal with this epidemic, and you..."

Her gaze swept over the man from head to toe, as if appraising a product: "When the expiration date comes... I'll get tired of him, how about that?"

"Until I get tired of it," this phrase was repeated endlessly in the man's ears.