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When a cat meets a mouse, the mouse must be scared.

If a cat encountered 504 mice, who was afraid? That was not certain!

Yang Mu was curled up in a corner like a young wife, and his body was shivering uncontrollably.

The group of women were also gathered together. This way, they could heat each other up and also block out some of the vital parts of each other's bodies.

What the f * * k!

These old aliens really didn't understand human emotions.

What else do you study about love and desire?

If it was a man and woman alone in a room, they might be able to produce these two things. With the current situation, at least Yang Mu wouldn't feel anything.

What if he couldn't escape? Thus, he could only think of a way to deal with the current situation. He couldn't be too embarrassed and had to continue to work hard to survive.

The women's moods were unstable as they started to sob. In the beginning, they might have been crying softly, but she had managed to stir up the emotions of other women. Thus, the sobs became slightly louder.

Yang Mu's gaze swept across them and finally saw the light.

Ah?

Most of these women looked to be around 18 or 19 years old. Some of them were even younger than the others. They appeared to be around 16 or 17 years old.

Their ages were younger and more uniform, and they both looked pretty good. They all had their own temperaments.

Could it be that the big-headed man had also studied on human aesthetic standards, and all the captives were of the better type?

Now that he was embarrassed, the women were embarrassed as well. They had to break out of this situation, maybe they could have a chat with them and come up with some ideas.

Thinking of this, Yang Mu stood up, walked to the front of the platform and sat on the cold wooden chair.

It was a big problem to not have any clothes on, and the temperature in the room was not even 10 degrees. It would be even colder if it was night time.

Sighing, Yang Mu spoke.

"Hello everyone. Are there any female representatives? Come out and have a chat with me. Since we're trapped here together, we should at least get to know each other, right?"

The moment Yang Mu spoke, the woman's wailing became quieter and then disappeared.

Finally, an older woman in the front row spoke.

When Yang Mu saw her, he noticed that she was probably the oldest woman here, probably around 27 or 28 years old.

"Hello, we are teachers and students from Liao Yang Academy of Drama. My name is Qu Minglan and I am a teacher of vocal music." We have already been captured for more than a month and have been locked up here. Originally, we were trapped in the school, but we didn't expect … "

No wonder, all of them were art examinees!

In the future, these people would be movie stars, radio anchors, screenwriters, singers, and other occupations. No wonder they were so good-looking. It was likely that all of them had some artistic skills.

Before the outbreak of the apocalypse, Liaoning Opera implemented a closed-door management, gathering large amounts of resources and telling the students to stay in the school and not to go out.

At that time, the northern part of the country was more optimistic about the Apocalypse Crisis compared to the southern part. It did not seem like the apocalypse would truly occur.

Therefore, after the apocalypse had begun, the school district in the center of the city had been trapped. Over three thousand teachers and students were unable to escape.

They held on inside until huge chunks of ice fell from the sky, when the big-headed man appeared, and then were caught.

The large-headed person's movements in the zombie area would attract the zombies to follow them. However, the zombies were not a threat to the large-headed person, so the large-headed person knew that they were soulless and ignored them.

Hearing this, Yang Mu nodded his head and said:

"Then let me introduce myself. My name is Yang Mu, I'm from Hanning."

After the outbreak of the apocalypse, I was on the run with a group of companions here. The purpose of entering Liao Yang City was to gather food, but I never thought that I would be trapped here. In fact, I was very anxious to leave, but I had no other choice.

Yang Mu was actually a little nervous. He had never spoken in such a state before, so his words were somewhat incoherent.

"When we humans were born, we were completely naked. This is the most natural state! It was only after we had thought, understood shame, and understood etiquette that we put on our clothes. This was the so-called shyness. The reason why it was like this was only because of the unhealthy attitude of humans. I think the earliest reason why humans wore clothes was not to cover up their shame, but to keep warm! "

No one had studied this problem before, but they felt that what Yang Mu said was reasonable.

"So, humans' thinking has become more refined, making it difficult for humans to come into contact with each other, creating all kinds of barriers. This is a type of progress, but in a sense, it is also a step backwards! In ancient times, all the men and women lived in caves without clothes on, and they could also live in peace, becoming a family! "

Yang Mu finally had a feeling about the situation, and so he casually left the VIP stage and walked down.

The young girls' faces were all red. This was like a big shark running into a shoal of sardines!

However, they had no way of escaping or hiding. They could only try their best to hide.

"Here, I swear, we will face you with an open, healthy, and colourless mindset. We should all have been in physiology classes before, so we all know the differences between each other. Let go of our shame, withdraw our prying eyes, and face each other openly so that we can all feel comfortable. What do you think?"

"Well said, you alone have taken advantage of so many of us girls!"

A bold person refuted Yang Mu.

Yang Mu looked in the direction of the voice and wasn't sure which bold young lady was speaking.

He only smiled and said:

"This idea is flawed. Do I even have the mood to look at you? Your father is about to freeze to death. If I were to choose between everyone wearing their clothes or taking off their clothes, I would definitely choose the former! Girls, I hope you don't look at me with your tinted glasses and leave the men and women alone. All you have to do is know that we are all human beings! "It's like when I first entered this meeting room, in front of those aliens, you all look pretty natural."

"They're not men!"

"F * ck, but they're aliens. Do you think a man is more dangerous than a bunch of aliens?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

This group of women were actually like chicks pecking rice, all nodding their heads together.

Yang Mu was speechless, and then he became dispirited. Did this mean that the communication had failed?

It seemed that communicating was not something that could be done overnight, but rather, it was something that needed to be adapted to.

Therefore, Yang Mu stopped talking and started working!

The only thing that could be used in this place were the tables. Yang Mu pouted his lips and began to busy himself, disassembling the tables one by one. He then reassembled them at a corner and very quickly formed a small wooden house.

Although it was called a wooden house, it was actually more like a coffin than a wooden house. It was half a meter tall, allowing a person to crawl inside and lie down.

A group of women would hug each other when it was cold at night to keep warm and not freeze to death. As for me, I guess no woman would care about me, even if I were to die from the cold I wouldn't care.

He hummed a tune as he fiddled with it, but his expression was very calm.

The women no longer cried, nor did they speak. They all stared at Yang Mu.

They really couldn't figure out why Yang Mu was so calm. Wasn't he worried? Now, they were the experimental subjects of an alien!

Moreover, when they let go of the restraint between men and women, they finally realized how good Yang Mu's figure was!

It wasn't that the women here hadn't seen a man's body; they had at least seen their father.

Therefore, their impression of the male body is mostly a bit ugly, bloated body, big belly.

Therefore, Yang Mu's muscular body gave them an inexhaustible good impression. They never expected the young man's body to be like this.

Actually, there were others who were embarrassed, but since everyone was watching, they slowly got used to it.

By noon the weather had warmed a little, and the indoor temperature was estimated at twelve or thirteen degrees. The outdoor temperature had risen to seventeen or eighteen degrees, and the snow had begun to melt, as if it were early spring.

After all, this place was close to the sea. If it weren't for the cold current, the lowest temperature would have been a few degrees above zero; it wouldn't have been so cold.

After the cold left, the weather naturally improved.

Yang Mu was glad that it wasn't that cold anymore.

He went to the window and found a place where the sun was at its brightest. He sat cross-legged on the table and closed his eyes to rest.

Actually, this could be considered as a form of meditation. Yang Mu was trying to find a way to escape.

If they wanted to escape, they had to understand the principles behind their Battle Mechas.

It wasn't without its drawbacks. When air was encountered, it would rust. This was the nature of iron, so could concentrated acids or high temperatures be used to destroy the outer shell of a Battle Mecha?

Sigh, it's probably useless. If it's useful, Soul System # 1 can't be unprompted.

Yang Mu furrowed his brows in frustration as he racked his brains, unable to come up with an answer.

Opening his eyes and looking out the window, he saw a fighter attracted Yang Mu's attention.

At this time, there were a lot of martial practitioners moving back and forth outside, as if they were patrolling.

Only 300 meters away, a fighter did not walk around. He stood where he was, using his four tentacles to support the ball body or head while the other eight tentacles, in pairs, swayed back and forth on both sides of his body.

What was this?

Yang Mu narrowed his eyes for a long time before he noticed a flock of birds hovering in the sky.

Ah?

It was learning to flap its wings?

The warrior was in charge of the fight, but not the smart one. The brainpower was in charge of the fight, and the combat power was weak.

These are all easy to understand.

Would a martial arts practitioner then be eager to learn some new skills? For example, flying. Isn't that just a way of thinking?

Yang Mu seemed to have gained some insights, but it was not clear.

At this moment, several brain-dead men walked into the room. Their tentacles were holding a huge pot. It could be seen that steam was still rising from these pots.

"I'm number 4. All human females are queuing up to receive their food!" Human male, come to my side. "

Yang Mu slightly frowned. What was he trying to do by letting himself stand by Yang Mu's side? It was obvious that he was trying to cause trouble!