"A place I'd want to go? Hahaha, there are so many, I'd like to go to a place filled with beautiful women, where they all unconditionally like me, and there's no lack of money or food, with no worries about corruption!"
"Eating hotpot and singing songs every day, hahaha, how blissful would that be."
The two of them chatted as they walked.
Zhou Baiyu's forehead creased with black lines. He probably realized what kind of person Huang Miu was.
That kind... typically, someone who says whatever comes to mind, whose thoughts are all about chasing whatever feels good.
Someone who could, in front of strangers, loosen his pants and just pee away, humming a tune while he does it—even if a monster was hunting him the second before.
But in an apocalyptic environment, maybe you really need some "carefree" attitude in order not to be crushed by the apocalyptic atmosphere.
"How did you find out about the Mysterious Train?"
Zhou Baiyu continued to ask.
Huang Miu spoke carelessly:
