I'm Filming Variety Shows In Apocalypses-Chapter 118: “Picking Clothes”

Aon was shocked at the zombies who brought clothes as if they had just robbed the town's boutique.

There are just too many clothes!

And these female zombies were also smart enough to be careful with the clothes so as not to get dirty or torn during the delivery process.

The charm of a handsome guy turned out to be such a useful thing.

Aon sighed, thinking about when he would turn into a mature adult man instead of being a short teenager.

On the contrary, Melan was satisfied with his army of zombie fans.

He waved his hands gently at the group of zombies and shouted in a deep, melancholy voice.

"My dear, come to this building, yes, this one. Put down the clothes carefully, don't get them dirty with dust and mud..."

Melan directed the female zombies to line up carefully and entered the chosen building like trained soldiers.

The group of contestants who were hiding in other buildings saw this scene and almost vomited blood.

So the zombies came for that guy! Damn it!! It's not an enemy attack or something!!

The four models looked at themselves and suddenly felt a surge of jealousy.

Why don't they have fans in the zombie group?

Melan was indeed the most handsome among the five of them because two of them were girls and they were beautiful.

But it shouldn't be so exaggerated, right?

The models examined themselves from head to toe and compared their appearance to Melan before they came to a conclusion—

They were too dirty and untidy.

No matter how hard they tried to look elegant, handsome and beautiful, in such a damned world, it was inevitable to get some dust, dirt and mud all over their bodies.

Even Aon had some stains on his trousers but he didn't care.

Melan, on the contrary, seemed to have a magical skill to always appear clean.

He was like a white lotus that merged from the mud yet remained pure, without a single stain.

Is it his umbrella? Or is it his mysterious ability?

The group had seen Melan crying and rain poured down above his head.

Is that his ability? Water-related ability?

While the rivals were questioning their charms and condemning Melan for seducing too many zombies, Melan was choosing and picking suitable clothes for him.

Aon, who should be the one picking the clothes, looked at Melan with squinted eyes and coughed to remind him,

"Hello, senior, I'm the stylist, okay? I should be the one choosing the clothes for you!"

Melan's hands picking the clothes paused noticeably but then, he continued to move without a care.

"You don't have a background in fashion, right? Just listen to me and I'll take you flying."

What a joke. How could he, a future supermodel, wear unpleasant clothes just because his stylist was a rookie?

The rag tag theme was easy to make the models look bad.

Although he believed that with his face and figure, he could elevate a piece of sack to a higher level, he was still afraid of stumbling upon bad clothing, okay?

Aon could hear the distrust and disdain in Melan's voice, which Melan didn't try to disguise at all.

The young boy looked down at Melan, who was squatting on the ground to pick and choose some small accessories.

The boy couldn't help but grin.

Without any warning, Aon took out his frying pan, expanded it to the size of a toy, and then smashed it hard at the back of Melan's head.

Bang!

Melan was caught off guard and didn't see the vicious sneak attack at all.

His head passively received the beating, and he instantly saw stars twirling around him.

Ah. He even saw his dead grandparents and ancestors.

Before Melan's soul left his body, Aon smacked the man's head with the toy-sized frying pan, successfully preventing a deliberate murder in front of the camera.

When Melan's consciousness was online, he stiffly turned his head and looked up at the menacing boy with a frying pan in his hand.

Melan subconsciously rubbed the back of his head and felt the suspicious bulge on it.

The way he looked at Aon instantly changed.

"Oh, boy, your frying pan is so tough! Where did you get it, huh?"

Melan didn't want to admit that at that time, he thought he would die.

The frying pan was a fcking Thor's hammer, right?

There's no way it's a frying pan!

Seeing Melan's change of attitude, Aon nodded in satisfaction and started to shoo him away with his feet.

"Go away, go away, it's my turn to pick clothes for you. If you insist on resisting me, I'll find you mini skirts and bikinis!"

This threat was much more life-threatening to Melan than any other physical attacks.

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The arrogant handsome man immediately shut his mouth and became an obedient wife.

"Okay, okay, you're so cruel. Don't be too harsh on me."

Melan habitually shed tears and wiped his precious tears with the pad of his thumb.

Aon rolled his eyes at Melan's acting skill and just ignored him, focusing on finding the right rag tags for Melan.

Behind them, a group of female zombies stood politely, waiting for their Prince Melan and his majesty Aon to pick the winner of this rag-searching competition.

After rummaging through all the clothes on the floor and those still hanging on the clothes rack, Aon finally picked a few beggar-style clothes that looked pitiful but would definitely look good on the melancholy Melan Cho Lie.

"Okay, I choose this, this, this, this, this..."

As his majesty Aon pointed at a few pieces of clothing down to the small accessories, shoes and other stuff, the zombies whose thing was chosen immediately beamed, almost becoming a light bulb in the dark.

Before long, Aon found the last piece of clothing he needed.

He directed the flashlight at the last item and spoke with a hint of excitement,

"And finally...this!"

Melan looked at the piece of clothes under the flashlight.

It was a triangle-shaped clothing with fine ruffles, looking extremely elegant, sexy and seductive—

A Victoria's Secret lingerie.