The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies Chapter 337: 336 When you become the Supreme Strong

Chapter 337: 336 When you beco the Supre Strong

Wu Guilong felt that Hua Mi, this woman, might have adapted to what others often say:

“Pregnancy makes you dumb for three years.”

Otherwise, with this kind of calculation, she would definitely be at a loss.

A loaf of bread now has a starting price of 100 yuan in the safe zone.

This price is not expensive, as inflation has seriously devalued money around the Xiang City Base, where currency is still sowhat valuable.

But elsewhere, money is just like a piece of waste paper.

Hua Mi gave Wu Guilong five loaves of bread all at once and had Da Fu feed them to Wu Guilong.

It seed that she said it offhand, not caring whether Wu Guilong actually wrote any agreent for her or not, and simply returned to her RV.

Only after Wu Guilong wolfed down the bread that Da Fu fed him did he signal to Da Fu,

asking him to bring paper and a pen.

The young boy leaned against the car door, trembling with the paper and pen in hand, and said to Wu Guilong,

“Uncle, you say you’re about to turn into a zombie, so what’s the point in writing this?”

“My sister is kind-hearted; she actually wants to do good deeds, but she just has to find such a fierce excuse,”

Inside the truck, Wu Guilong, despite being tied up into a twist, struggled forcefully,

“No matter what, you have to keep your word. Who knows, when I beco a zombie, maybe I’ll still have a bit of mory in my head and rember that I have to work for Sister Hua for 100 years?”

He moved his hand with difficulty from under the chains,

“Da Fu, I tell you to write, you help write, then I’ll make a blood fingerprint.”

This was very important.

Wu Guilong felt he had reached his limit, not only promising his present life to Hua Mi

but even his next life as well.

In any case, he had to make up the full 100 years; he estimated he had perhaps ten-odd hours left to live in this life.

The remaining 100 years would have to be paid back in the next life.

He was very determined, and when he was swearing his vow, he truly thought about serving Hua Mi as a bull or horse for the next lifeti.

After making the blood handprint, Wu Guilong lay satisfied in the truck, looking at the stars and waiting for death.

He even purposely stretched out his neck to make it easier for Da Fu to deal with him when he turned into a zombie.

On the other end, Hua Mi didn’t really care about the five loaves of bread at all.

When she returned to the RV and opened the door, she saw Gong Yi seated inside.

He had taken a bath in the small bathroom, and now he was wearing a garrison T-shirt with matching shorts, wiping the short hair on his head as he stepped out of the bathroom.

Seeing Hua Mi return, Gong Yi quickly bent down to dry the water he tracked onto the floor with a towel,

“Sit here, sit here.”

He eagerly helped Hua Mi to sit on the U-shaped sofa.

As she sat down, he even specially extended his hand to protect Hua Mi’s protruding belly.

Hua Mi felt it was very cramped; now with her belly grown, sitting on the sofa, the edge of the table pressed against her belly.

Emotionally unstable in the late stages of pregnancy, she couldn’t help getting angry over such a small thing.

Hua Mi kicked the aluminum table leg in front of her irritably and said,

“Gong Yi, can you saw this thing off?”

“Yes!” Gong Yi imdiately stood up, “I’ll saw it right now.”

Shortly after, an invisible Spiritual Power smoothly sawed off a perfectly good aluminum table leg.

Gong Yi moved the table away and, seeing Hua Mi lying on the sofa, finally relaxed with a satisfied expression, and he let out a sigh of relief.

He sat beside her and cautiously raised his hand to stroke Hua Mi’s belly.

Although he hadn’t been physically by Hua Mi’s side the entire ti, Gong Yi was constantly attentive to her needs.

He was a Spiritual Power User and didn’t need sleep.

Right, the brains of Spiritual Power Users were overly active, and he often remained spirited for ten days to half a month at a ti.

Therefore, Gong Yi was aware of Hua Mi’s recent mood changes, her tendency to irritability, sentintality, and her constant forgetfulness.

Gong Yi did not dare to provoke her.

So at the mont, seeing Hua Mi in low spirits, Gong Yi caressed her belly while taking out a book titled “How to Be a Good Husband: Pregnancy Edition” to read.

Hua Mi kept silent, and he did not dare to utter half a word, fearing that any additional words might anger his wife.

Such a pretty girl, bearing his child, had beco emotionally unstable, swollen with pregnancy, her figure distorted and bloated.

How could he not be more indulgent of her?

Later, Hua Mi woke up from a nap and, with her eyes closed, fumbled for a cup of milk tea from the storage of level 35, unit 1 to drink.

Halfway through, Da Fu called to her from outside.

Hua Mi raised her hand and set the milk tea down on the table.

The table?

She beca unsettled for a mont, turning her head expressionless to look at Gong Yi.

Gong Yi, who had relaxed his guard sowhat, saw Hua Mi holding the milk tea, maintaining a “setting down” pose.

He, as if facing a great enemy, imdiately took the milk tea from Hua Mi’s hand and smiled at her,

“Wife, I was just saying, you go do your errands first, and I promise I’ll have the table fixed for you when you get back.”

Without waiting for Hua Mi to say anything, Gong Yi imdiately got up and pretended to be busy tinkering with the sawed-off table leg.

Hua Mi pursed her lips, seeing Gong Yi busy, she said nothing, only supporting her belly as she stepped out of the RV’s door.

Da Fu was waiting outside for her and upon seeing her co out, handed her a commitnt letter that Wu Guilong had signed in blood.

“Sister Ah Mi, that person asked to give this to you, he… he hasn’t turned into a Zombie yet.”

Da Fu’s expression bore a touch of reluctance.

He thought that Wu Guilong was actually a decent person, at least not like other survivors who were full of scheming.

Hua Mi glanced at Da Fu, saying calmly,

“Not having turned now doesn’t an he won’t change later.”

Da Fu hesitated, then asked,

“Is there still hope for him? What I an is, is that it? Is there really no hope left at all?”

“Are we just supposed to watch these people turn into Zombies without being able to do anything?”

He felt sad.

The young boy, since the apocalypse began, had always had his parents and sister by his side.

Because he had always worked for Hua Mi, he had not suffered much during the previous natural and man-made disasters.

After coming to D City, the young boy seed to have grown up all at once.

He began to think more deeply about many things.

Perhaps, there would eventually be a solution to such despair?

Sister Ah Mi knew everything, and she must have a way to solve this predicant.

Perhaps the solution was difficult to achieve, perhaps impossible with one person’s efforts alone.

But at least it would point those in despair in a direction to strive toward.

Rather than now, when despair seed to have taken root, growing within people’s hearts.

Hua Mi smiled.

Looking at such an innocent child, she couldn’t help but raise her hand to touch Da Fu’s head,

“I’ll tell you a thod that will never let you fall into a desperate situation.”

“You must continuously strive to beco stronger; only when you beco a Supre Strong will your path beco broader.”

“And the desperate situation will be far from you.”