Frozen Doomsday: Ice sculptures turned into real objects, I built a god-level fortress

"What, you said they actually had hot pot and a small barbecue?"

Wang Yaowen's stomach immediately growled, and sour water poured into his mouth.

As the saying goes, if you are a young man, you will eat me to death.

His dozen or so apprentices were just like food bastards, and they had already made all the poor quality food.

Now in his huge villa, not to mention food, even his beloved money tree.

The reincarnations of these hungry wolves picked off the leaves and made a pot of soup. He endured the heartache and drank two large bowls in a row.

"It's absolutely true, boss. When those two guys passed by me, their bodies were still steaming and smelled of cumin barbecue ingredients."

"I almost fainted from the fragrance at that time."

The little brother rubbed his belly and slapped his mouth.

"Boss, let's have a barbecue."

"I know how those two guys got this delicious meal."

Wang Yaowen saw that this young man seemed to have something in his words, so he motioned for him to speak in his ear.

"The two of them brought a pretty girl there, but in the end the girl didn't come out. She was probably left in the villa by Zhou Xun."

"Boss, we have so many girls here, how about us too?"

"Pah!" Wang Yaowen slapped the boy hard.

"Beast, they are all your senior brothers and sisters!"

"You actually want to trade them for food, are you still not a human being?"

"Since you chose to kowtow and worship me as your master, I will definitely be responsible to you to the end."

"Let's stop monitoring Zhou Xun's place for the time being. Let's change our target and go to Mrs. Qian's place."

"There's something wrong with this damn old woman. I always feel that those lost supplies must be related to her."

"Go and inform everyone, get the guy, let's go now."

A group of spirited young men and young ladies set out in force again and headed straight for Granny Qian's villa.

At this time, Granny Qian, her son and grandson were enjoying a pot of braised pork.

Qian Xiaoxia, who was sitting timidly by the side, wanted to pick up a piece, but Mrs. Qian hit her on the head with her chopsticks.

"Do you have a share in this, you lose money?"

"I have raised you for 28 years. It's good now that I will support you until death."

"Look at how fat you are. You're starving after missing one meal. Just drink some water and smell it."

"You still want to eat meat, are you worthy of it?"

Qian Qianqian devoured several pieces in a row, grabbed a large bowl of rice, and wiped his greasy mouth.

He slightly touched his face that was burned by the chili pepper, and the pain made him scream in agony.

He was so angry that he finished another large bowl of rice and burped.

"Mom, we have to think of a way to get some weapons to defend ourselves."

"Otherwise, these good things will be snatched away sooner or later."

"You don't know, son, how dangerous I have been outside these days. I almost died."

Thinking of the days he spent in Gao Yao's villa and the suffering he suffered at Zhou Xun's place.

Qian Qian's legs were shaking with fear before he started working. He was now very afraid that Gao Yao would come to his door.

Although the doors and windows were sealed, that guy had a gun in his hand.

At this moment, there was a banging sound at the door of the villa.

Qian Qian was obviously frightened before doing it, and slapped himself in the mouth, thinking that his crow's mouth really meant Gao Yao was here.

"Mrs. Qian, get out of here!"

"Don't think that if you do it secretly, no one will know."

"I know that you have secretly stolen all those supplies. Now if you hand over some of them, I will pretend that you don't know anything."

"Otherwise, I will publicize it for you in the group. When the time comes, even if you live in an iron shell, they will tear you apart."

Mrs. Qian glanced out through the crack in the window.

After seeing clearly that the person coming was not Gao Yao but Wang Yaowen, he let out a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Qian doesn't look down on this guy who doesn't do his job and works as an online beggar in the villa all day long.

Not even his precious son, who eats and sleeps at home, eats while sleeping, beats his wife and has a future.

"Son, don't be afraid, it's that guy Wang Yaowen who is outside with his group of little bastards."

"You are injured. Go and rest quickly after eating."

When Mrs. Qian turned from her son to her daughter, her face immediately changed.

"Why are you still sitting there? Why don't you go give your brother some medicine and wash away the dishes!"

"Eating like a pig, I could feed you before, but now I want to eat for nothing, no way!"

"Your sister-in-law, that slutty woman, is dead. From now on, you will serve your brother and your nephew."

"Otherwise, you won't be able to put a grain of rice in your mouth!"

Qian Xiaoxia watched eagerly as the last bit of broth went into Qian Duoduo's mouth.

I touched my belly and did as Granny Qian said.

Mrs. Qian walked to the door and checked to make sure nothing was loose and the windows were sealed tightly.

Then he calmly shouted outside.

"Wang Yaowen, don't be slanderous!"

"You have no evidence, so why are you accusing me of stealing the supplies?"

"I still doubt you. You are the only one with many family members in the whole community. I'm afraid you broke open the warehouse door in the middle of the night and stole the supplies. Now the thief is shouting "Catch the thief!"

How could she just give away some of the supplies she had worked so hard to get to others?

Nowadays, these things are very valuable. A little more can help a person live a few more days.

Although everyone will die in the end, it is better to die later than to die early.

When Wang Yaowen's younger brother heard this, he was so angry that he took the thing in his hand and smashed Mrs. Qian's security door several times.

But all they had were inferior tripods, not professional tools, and there was nothing they could do about the security door.

"Okay, Mrs. Qian, are you kidding me?"

"Don't think there's nothing I can do. I'm going to ask everyone in the community to search my villa right now. If nothing is found, don't blame me for bringing people here."

"When the time comes, it's not me who has the final say on how they treat you."

Mrs. Qian was a little panicked when she heard that Wang Yaowen was going to die.

She has always been a bully, loves to take advantage of others, looks down on others and others, and often gossips behind others' backs.

If she hadn't been sitting in the position of director of the neighborhood committee, she would have been dealt with long ago.

But times have changed. In the past, you could use your status as a neighborhood committee to suppress it, but now it’s useless.

She quickly changed her face, her tone became much calmer, and she spoke to Wang Yaowen in a consultative tone.

"Yao Wen, aunt used to watch your live broadcasts often, and she gave you a lot of likes."

"But you really wronged me, aunt. I was the director of the neighborhood committee at the time, and I had a half-earned job. How could I do something that violated discipline?"

"But there are still some supplies here, but there really aren't many."

"How about this? I'll bite the bullet and share some with you. Do you think we can get over this matter today?"

"If you don't tell me, and I won't tell you, we'll just pretend that no one has been here."

After hearing these words, Wang Yaowen had already concluded in his heart that those supplies must have been secretly taken away by Aunt Qian.

However, it’s better to do this. Instead of exposing this matter, distribute the supplies to the entire community.

It would be more cost-effective to do what we are doing now, grabbing Aunt Qian's little whip and slowly threatening her to spit out the supplies bit by bit.

"Okay, Aunt Qian, I believe in your character. You must not have done this."

"However, there are more than ten people here. The supplies you gave me are short. If someone doesn't have anything to eat, I can't guarantee that they will talk nonsense."

Aunt Qian felt a pain in her heart, knowing that she would not be able to escape this hurdle without bleeding profusely today.

This made her more determined about her son's idea just now.

That is to get a weapon, preferably a gun, so that all supplies can be protected.