my doomsday wish list

Chapter 122 Bird’s Nest Chicken Soup

"Forget it, it's boring."

Seeing that Zheng Xun was indifferent, Han Maomao felt that his hot face was pressed against his cold ass, and there was no smell except smell.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes and spit out the snail shell in his mouth.

He pulled up a stool and sat back at the dining table.

He raised his long white python-like legs high, stepped on the edge of the stool, and drank the bird's nest in large gulps.

Zheng Xun was speechless.

This woman turned against her faster than she could turn the pages of a book. One second she was so charming that she was almost hairy, and the next second she became bohemian and had her own way of doing things.

Han Maomao's performance just now can definitely be called Tianhu's opening.

In front of any ordinary man, he would be unable to control himself and would be seduced by her flexible tongue.

But can Chief Zheng be an ordinary man?
He has gone through so many transactions and dealt with all kinds of beauties, so naturally he will not lose his position easily.

In Zheng Xun's opinion.

Her appearance is a bit worse than Lin Youzhen's.

Her figure is a bit worse than Shen Jiunai's.

Her temperament is a bit worse than Lu Yunrui's.

But the reason why he was able to hold his position was definitely not because the Korean cat was not charming enough, but because his determination was too strong.

The Korean cat is considered to be the ultimate beauty. Not only does she have an impressive appearance and figure, but she also possesses three unique skills: long tongue, water snake waist, and large plate suction. With her status as a well-known beauty painter, she can kill many otakus instantly.

He is the kind of person who plays the long game to catch the big fish.

How can he maintain his image as an upright police sergeant if Han Maomao is fooled by this performance.

The Korean cat picked up the bird's nest, opened its cherry mouth slightly, and took a sip.

Because the bowl was poured too quickly, the sticky bird's nest was full of sugar water strands and hung along the edge of the bowl.

She quickly raised her chin, stretched out her playful long tongue, hooked the slipping strands of sugar water, and took it all into her mouth without falling a drop.

Transparent and silky bird's nest sugar strands overflowed from the corners of her mouth, slid down her smooth neck, and sank into the ravine.

She nonchalantly pulled up her low collar and wiped the sugar strands on her neck.

Even if this woman doesn't act coquettishly, she still shows her charm in every aspect.

"Sheriff, I will try my best to finish the comic you urged to update." She turned her head to look at Zheng Xun.

"But could you please send my brother to a shelter?"

"Strictly speaking, he can only be regarded as my half brother, and he has no obligation to accompany me here to die."

This time, it was rare for her to be serious, and her delicate and pretty face looked a bit solemn.

"What about you?" Zheng Xunduo asked.

Upon hearing the inquiry, Han Maomao's eyebrows suddenly darkened, as if he had returned to reality from the comic world, without any trace of brilliance in it.

She knew that being trapped in this room, death was not far away.

The outside world is full of zombies. With the strength of her siblings, if they go out rashly, they will 100% die.

Besides, she never wanted to leave here.

The outside world belongs to the zombies, but the small world here belongs to her.

"I'm too lazy to go out and mess around."

"I can do nothing but draw in this life. If I can't continue to draw, I might as well die."

"I'll keep drawing here until I die. Maybe I can be like the heroine of the manga, and maybe I can travel to another world."

"So please, Sheriff, don't blame me anymore. You're just picking your head with your life. It's true that Kavin has no inspiration."

Zheng Xun was all too familiar with this expression.

Under the apocalypse, almost everyone's face is covered with a layer of haze, blocking all brilliance.

People have lost hope and cannot see the future. They can only hide in narrow and crowded shelters like bereaved dogs and pray for a safe tomorrow.

Even if the zombie crisis is over, no matter what, there is no going back.

"Where are your parents?"

Han Maomao said indifferently: "I don't know, maybe I've turned into a zombie now."

Zheng Xun was slightly surprised that he had such an indifferent attitude when mentioning his parents, which was somewhat similar to Lin Youzhen.

Judging from the half-brother she mentioned, her parents should have done a lot of things to feel sorry for them.

Han Maomao sucked her fingertips, hesitated for a while, and asked: "Do you want to hear my creation story? Maybe you will understand my pain after listening to it."

When she saw Zheng Xun nodding, her eyes regained some brightness. As long as she talked about comic creation, she seemed to have a god.

"Actually, many of my comics and prototype inspirations in the book come from my mother."

"When she was 16 years old and in high school, she got into an affair with a senior student and secretly tasted meat."

"Not long after, she became pregnant, and that scumbag senior student was escorted to the Ivy League."

"In order to save the child, my mother finally had no choice but to drop out of school and stay home to raise the child alone."

"She suffered all the ridicule and humiliation at home, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, so she left her hometown with the young me and ran to Seoul to work hard."

"Oh, that's ridiculous."

Cat Han picked another snail, threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and spit out the shell.

When Zheng Xun heard this, he didn't expect Han Maomao to have such a background.

It is really not easy to survive to this day in such an unfortunate family.

Cat Han chewed gently and continued.

"It's a pity that she failed to counterattack successfully. A 20-year-old yellow-haired girl with no social experience was dragged into a bigger pit."

"Later, she gave birth to Han Yuxuan, but his surname should have been Lin. This is what my mother told me."

"But someone who doesn't even have a father, and I'm the one taking care of him, will definitely take my surname."

"In my memory, my mother was a very beautiful woman, but the trouble lies in her beauty."

"So the heroines I draw basically all have this background."

"Because every time I think about my mother, I can't stop being inspired."

Zheng Xun nodded slightly, and then realized that the comics drawn by Han Maomao were actually another extension of her mother's life, or in other words, her own evaluation of her mother's life.

"Here, this is my mother. Take a look. Isn't she beautiful?" Han Maomao took out a photo from the drawer and handed it over.

Zheng Xun took the photo and took a look.

The photo has an old-fashioned feel. It shows a beautiful girl holding a baby in her arms and smiling at the camera.

The smile was a little shy, even a little unnatural, maybe because it was my first time taking a photo and I was a little nervous.

But the girl is indeed extremely beautiful, with a little eyebrow makeup and lipstick, revealing a natural beauty.

The eyebrows and eyes are quite similar to those of today's Korean cats, and they are even a little bit more pure in temperament.

Sure enough, beauty brings beauty, and the whole family is beautiful.

"It's indeed beautiful." Zheng Xun commented after looking at the photos.

Han Maomao leaned on the edge of the table, supporting her head with her hands, looking at him with charming eyes, and said coquettishly: "Why, I also fell out of her belly. Am I not beautiful?"

"Fortunately, at least you inherited half of your mother's inheritance." Zheng Xun answered truthfully.

"Forget it, it's boring." Han Maomao took back the photo, turned away, and continued to cook.

"There are no good stories to look forward to in this ruthless zombie apocalypse. I can't continue to draw it, and there's no point in living."

"Even if I die here, I won't choose to go out to survive."

"I just ask you, Sheriff, to show some compassion and send your good brother to a safe place. I am kind enough to write without any distractions and give you the completed comic book.

"No, no, no, these are two different things." Zheng Xun shook his head, "Let's deal with it one by one."

"I'll help you find inspiration, and you'll finish the comic for me."

"As for sending your brother Han Yuxuan to a safe place, we have to make other plans."

He agreed to help Han Maomao find inspiration, because it was not only about the comics, but also about his own wish list.

Just like the Korean cat thought, since the end is coming, why not do what you want to do?
The essence of returning to the wish list in your pocket is not to take advantage of the last light and heat of life to make up for the regret of not completing it.

A woman who is willing to dedicate everything to adult comics deserves to stay in this world and continue to create comics to benefit the world.

Han Maomao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly jumped up in surprise and asked: "Sheriff, have you agreed to be my model?"

Zheng Xun acquiesced and reminded: "The premise is that you don't change the black hat into a green hat for the police chief in the comics."

Han Maomao was completely shocked. She never expected that the upright police chief would agree to be her model.

Even though I tried my best before, I couldn't move her even an inch.

Now she agrees to be a model to help her find inspiration!
Sure enough, you have to rely on your life experience to be miserable and cry in the storm to be useful!
And the Chief Zheng in front of her completely fits the image she wanted in the comics. He is tall, handsome, upright, and at the same time loves to look at some perverted gadgets.

This setting is really annoying.

"Tell me, how can I cooperate with you so that I can be inspired."

"Of course." Han Maomao took the initiative and leaned forward, placing her delicate and pretty face gently against his chest. Her fingertips kept drawing circles from top to bottom.

"Is this your baton?"

Zheng Xun shook his head and said, "The baton is behind my waist. Which one do you want?"

Han Maomao's originally smiling face suddenly froze.

He raised his head and looked at Zheng Xun, his eyes full of disbelief.

Is this guy a monster?
It’s just like the nuclear weapons in the comics!
Suddenly realized, he shrank back like a hot hand, his eyes moved slightly, and the roots of his ears were red.

"Of course, eh, let me listen to your story. Any character must start with the character."

"Just got to know your size. Well, now it's time to know your character."

"Can you tell me two stories? To inspire me."

"You don't even have to try the size to understand it?" Zheng Xun smiled, "I think there are better ways to inspire you besides telling stories."

Han Maomao couldn't take the initiative. The car was going too fast, and Lao Siji couldn't hold the steering wheel firmly.

She gently jumped away from Zheng Xun's attack range and said slightly playfully.

"Unless your story can impress me."

"When your inspiration reaches 40.00%, I'll show you something unique."

"When your inspiration reaches 50.00%, I'll give you something fun to touch."

"If you pass 60.00%, I can help you solve something."

Speaking of this, Han Cat bit her red lips and gently twisted the water snake's waist, her eyes blurred and charming.

"If it can exceed 80.00% and bring out my surging inspiration, then I will also bring out your soul."

"90.00% of the time, I will work out with you and give birth to a monkey."

"As for [-]%, I can become your exclusive pet cat. You can do whatever you want to me, at any time and at any place."

"I'm afraid your inspiration level is a bit harsh." Zheng Xun smiled and took her provocative move.

"Don't worry, if the inspiration is great, I will also give you a little surprise." Han Maomao finished talking about the conditions for being a model.

Zheng Xun calculated it, and among the many stories he had experienced since the end of the world, Sister Youzhen was definitely at the top of the list.

So I omitted some details about my own secrets and told the story about meeting Lin Youzhen to Han Maomao.

After hearing this, Han Maomao was stunned.

"Pills are exchanged for photos, lace is exchanged for brushed fabrics, Uncle Sheriff, are you so good at playing?"

Suddenly, she thought of something, opened the drawer, took out a few pages of white paper, picked up a pencil, sat on a chair and started scribbling.

It seems that she was stimulated by Sister Youzhen's story, which inspired her to create.

With just a few strokes, she sketched out the shape of a woman with a voluptuous figure and well-proportioned limbs, enough to attract Lao Sepi's attention.His painting skills are second to none.

Zheng Xun watched her painting from the side.

No wonder this little girl can always perform all kinds of charms on the fly, all details are shown in detail, I'm afraid she often draws herself in front of the mirror.

Soon, she finished the first draft and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The inspiration is pretty good." Zheng Xun praised.

Although I haven't seen the official version, I can still tell something about it through her exquisite drafts.

At first, the upright Sheriff just wanted the heroine to give in, transfer his girlfriend back to the company, and admit his mistake face to face.

The heroine naturally disagreed, and was threatened and intimidated by the upright sheriff.

Unexpectedly, the heroine took the opportunity to lay eggs and directly used her natural skills to charm the upright police chief and wanted to drag him into the water.

Han Maomao said proudly: "Of course, when inspiration comes, there is nothing to stop it, that's why I can draw so many."

"This time the inspiration percentage is around fifty, pretty much the same."

"After all, it's a story told, but it can't compare to being there."

"Now it's time to reward." She put down the drawing and looked at Zheng Xun charmingly.

"But your story touches me very much, so I'll give you a little surprise."

She suddenly lowered her waist and lowered her head, getting closer to Zheng Xun's base.

Opening his mouth slightly, he covered the button of his trouser pocket and unbuttoned it flexibly with his silver teeth and tongue.

Zheng Xun was stunned.

In just a moment, the firmly tied buttons were untied intact.

The skill on the tip of the tongue is amazing!

Han Maomao then raised his head and asked: "Uncle Sheriff, have you ever experienced bird's nest chicken soup?"

Her eyes were blurry and almost charming.

The cheeks were flushed, as if a layer of steam had evaporated.

Because of the posture of sinking the waist and raising the head, the shorts were stretched so tight that the bottom of the trousers was completely sunk in the flesh marks.

"I've never heard of this famous dish." Zheng Xun was even more shocked.

The Korean cat picked up the half bowl of bird's nest left on the table, imitated a kitten and stretched out its tongue, licked it slowly, and then put it in its mouth.

"Damn!" This time Zheng Xun experienced the taste of famous dishes, and it was indeed extraordinary.

Even though he had tasted various high-end ingredients and supplements, he was still amazed by this famous dish.

At this time, the smelly brother outside the door shouted.

"Sister, I'm almost done with the roast chicken. Do you want to eat it? If not, I'll finish it. It's so delicious."

Korean cat: "Hmm!"

Seeing that Han Maomao was inconvenient to answer, Zheng Xun replied loudly.

"Your sister doesn't want to eat. She has more delicious bird's nest and chicken soup. You can just eat it yourself."

"Oh, okay then, I'll finish. If you can't finish the bird's nest chicken soup, remember to leave some for me." The good brother was very obedient.

Maybe he is used to hardship and has always maintained the habit of being diligent and frugal in his diet.

"Gollum."

The Korean cat raised its wet and red face, its eyes trembled, and drank the bird's nest chicken soup in front of Zheng Xun.

"This!" Zheng Xun was completely shocked.

However, there was too much chicken soup, and a lot of it overflowed from the corners of my mouth.

The Korean cat showed off its long tongue skills again, meticulously collecting the juice back into its belly.

Uncontrollably, an unbearable, yet hungry and infatuated look emerged.

So ecstasy!

"Absolutely amazing.!" Zheng Xun was so shocked by this operation that he couldn't speak.

Like Lixiu, Zhiyan, Sister Youzhen, and Councilor Lu, none of them felt as if they had eaten to their stomachs and could not hold back at all.

Only Korean cats.

Only then can a woman truly show the most sincere respect for a man!
After the Korean cat collected the bottom juice, he stood up straight again, with a tired look on his face, and couldn't help but rub his sore cheeks.

Zheng Xun said sheepishly: "The chicken is a bit too raw and the simmering time is a bit long."

Korean cat: "."

Zheng Xun took out the A4 paper in his pocket and ticked the newly fulfilled wishes.

18. Urge more urban comics beauty author Han Mao Mao. √
Although I haven't been able to see the finale yet, my wish has been fulfilled.

Cat Han rubbed his face, moved closer, and asked.

"what is this?"

"My doomsday wish list." Zheng Xun gave a brief explanation.

"Isn't it so fun?!" Cat Han was very curious, regardless of the sore cheeks.

"What are your wishes?" Zheng Xun asked.

"Me? Of course I don't get stuck in drawing." Han Maomao expressed her most heartbreaking wish.

"Huan Kawen, didn't I inject you with inspiration experience?" Zheng Xun corrected her statement.

Korean cat: "."

"That's not right. If I have any wish, it would be to complete the picture book and plot line of "New City"."

"New Metropolis?" Zheng Xun asked, "Is this your new work?"

Cat Han explained.

"That's right, this is a Gala universe specially created for adults, including games, comics, novels, derivative peripherals, etc."

"More than [-] professional roles, hundreds of main characters, and thousands of plot lines have been initially designed, all condensed and running through a future city."

"Sounds a lot like Cyberpunk 2077." Zheng Xun smiled: "After all, that's what stupid donkeys were bragging about back then."

Han Maomao pushed him lightly and said with a smile: "No way, the plan is to start designing from 2.5D and gradually transition to 3A."

"The development team is very strong, and it is jointly invested and developed by many companies, such as Lanjing Entertainment, Guangzheng Games, Xincheng Comics, etc."

"They invited me to join and be responsible for several plot lines and drawings, as well as several main characters. They agreed to place my characters in the world of "New Metropolis"."

"Anyway, after reading the plan, I was completely tempted."

"So I stopped writing for more than half a year and have been working on this project, trying to incorporate my previous works into it."

Or Lanjing Entertainment? Zheng Xun thought for a while, this is the company where Shen Jiunai works. I don’t know if she is involved. I can go to her company to take a look later.

This game sounds really interesting, and if it is developed, it should not arouse the carnival of old people.

Just thinking about it makes me look forward to it, but there is no chance now.

At most, it will help the Korean cat to complete its part of the work design.

Even if you can't play the game, the comics are still worth reading. This is spiritual food that can only be found in the apocalypse.

Zheng Xun rolled out his wish list and added the last line.

40. Complete some plot lines and paintings of the Butter Universe of "New City".

Han Maomao's eyes suddenly lit up and she exclaimed: "Do you want to finish it with me? This is great!"

As he said that, he wished he could jump up directly.

Zheng Xun held her head down to prevent the chicken soup-smelling mouth from getting too close to him.

"Okay, let's talk about where you want to find inspiration."

"Young woman, married woman, student, little cub, delinquent girl, fierce and cute girl, strong woman in the workplace, chaebol fighting girl, whatever you want, I can find it."

After listening to the introduction, Han Maomao's eyes were almost starry-eyed.

With so many people to pick from, she was almost numb with joy when she heard it.

The more different types of objects there are, the more inspiration she can draw from.

Gala Universe, the most core product competitiveness, is naturally the main female role.

If one main female character shines, it can break through the industry. If several female characters shine, wouldn't it be a global hit?

"Of course you should take everything you need. Who would object to too much?"

But then she thought about it, with so many objects, there must be a sequence.

"Which one of them is the most difficult to conquer?" Han Maomao asked very straightforwardly.

Her view of the Sheriff's integrity has now completely changed.

It’s not that the Sheriff likes to play perverted games at all, but he is a pervert himself and is playing the game.

Zheng Xun thought for a while, except for the one that the editor refused to take, it seems that it should be Qian Suli.

With top-notch looks, explosive figure, arrogant demeanor, arrogant attitude, and overwhelming fighting power, the Overlord will definitely be unable to defeat him if he uses his bow forcefully.

With her unruly attitude, I am afraid that only by turning her into a zombie can she have a chance to conquer the enemy.

"The chaebol warrior girl."

"The rigidity is difficult to adjust and not easy to deal with."

"I don't have a good idea either."

Han Maomao thought for a moment and said decisively: "Just start with her! As long as I help you, there will be no problem!"

She blinked and said with a charming smile: "Let's talk carefully."

When Zheng Xun walked out of Hanmao Mao's boudoir, he had already learned the power of the long tongue skill, and let her learn the power of a whip next time.

He made some arrangements and decided to send the two siblings to a shelter to collect information.

Before sending it over, some preparations need to be done.

According to Han Maomao's suggestion, she first burned down several lingerie shops in safe areas of the shelter, and then carefully selected a set of the same lace inner cover for Qian Suli.

As for the lack of clothes in the girls' area, Congressman Lu will definitely not be able to sit still if it continues to escalate for a while.

I have to say that this Korean cat is really full of tricks.

When Zheng Xun saw that his good brother had finished eating the roasted chicken, he walked over and asked, "Kid, is the roasted chicken delicious?"

"It's so delicious!" The child nodded heavily.

"If it's delicious, uncle will bring it to you next time." Zheng Xun touched his bob, "Tell uncle, how many boyfriends has Sister Cat had?"

"I haven't talked about it. I'm watching at home every day. She stays in the room and hardly even goes out the door." The child looked sincere.

"Then who did she learn it from?" Zheng Xun was quite surprised. He thought that Han Maomao was so powerful because he might have been on the battlefield as well as him.

The child said helplessly: "It's not Kavinka yet. In order to get into the role, I have to practice in front of the mirror every day."

It turned out that it was all an act. Zheng Xun suddenly realized that it was indeed difficult for her. It was the first time she ate chicken soup, and she was able to drink it all in front of her.

Um.?

Zheng Xun realized something was wrong. He hadn't said anything yet. How could this little Douding understand? It turned out he was also a young driver.

"Kids, you and your sister clean up together. Your uncle will pick you up and take you to the shelter later."

"Thank you, uncle Sheriff." Han Yuxuan's eyes lit up and he took the initiative to bow and send Zheng Xun out of the room.

"Sister, is there any leftover bird's nest chicken soup?!" The child turned and ran back, unscrewed the door and rushed in.

"Wow...!" Cat Han hugged the trash can, and slowly turned around, "Do you want it in the bucket?"

The child closed the door as fast as he could.

Good luck slipping.

　None tonight!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)