I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

"I hate you so much! I wish I could grab you and let that snake have sex with you to vent my anger!"

"........"

The answer was both expected and unexpected, and even Liu Mengxian sighed at it.

Come to think of it, it makes sense. They've known each other for so long, yet because of some misunderstandings, he was hunted down by me and dared not show his face, hiding in a corner of the world and unable to live in peace. It's normal for him to hate me so much.

However, the fact that she did not choose to run away when she returned is enough to show that the problem has been alleviated.

After all, if Simo wanted to escape, there were many other ways to do it, why did she have to jump off a building?

Is it because he saved Yan Ziming that he seemed so fearless when facing me?

"Fine, I won't ask about your past. I'm asking you about what happened just now. Is there anything you're hiding from me?"

"No."

"You're lying. What's inside Mo'er isn't your gene, is it? Or rather, it can't even be called a gene. It's something else entirely, something that's even outside the realm of biology."

Having lived in human society for some time, Liu Mengxian had gained some understanding of 'genes' and 'biology', and she directly addressed Si Mo's key points.

In this way, even if Yan Ziming is really pregnant, from a strict biological point of view, the child belongs to her and the person she is with, and there is no trace of a third party interfering. Si Mo just added a little 'ingredient' to the child.

Liu Mengxian instantly approached Si Mo, her eyes, which could see through people's hearts, shone with an amazing light. In the end, she sighed softly, "You still can't let her go."

"If you understand, then why are you even asking?"

Si Mo bristled like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, and rebuked him sharply.

"So you plotted against my successor, hoping to bring her back to life? You know that's impossible."

"That giant snake that died in your hands several years ago can come back to life and even surpass us. What else is impossible?"

"...Even if she comes back to life, she will no longer be herself. You understand that."

"We don't ask for more, this is enough..."

Having pried the answer out of Si Mo's mouth, Liu Mengxian had no more questions.

After understanding the reason, she also realized one thing—Simo would never give up on getting Yan Zimo pregnant so easily.

Because this is an obsession.

A terrifying obsession.

"You've asked us so many questions, now it's our turn to ask you."

Si Mo's next reaction was unexpected; a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, like a shooting star in the brilliant night sky.

"Tell me, any question I can answer..."

"Did you choose Yan Ziming as your successor because she looks a lot like us, and therefore you think she's related to us? Is this your way of compensating us?"

"No."

Liu Mengxian answered decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

"On the contrary, in fact, it was not me who chose her, but her who chose me, it's that simple."

"She chose you? With your power, who could possibly choose you?" Si Mo said sarcastically, her words laced with personal emotion.

"It is what it is."

"Tch, you're really boring, not cute at all. I'm warning you, don't interfere with my plans, or I'll turn on you anytime!"

"The premise is that you are not taking crooked paths. Unless Mo'er is willing, with me here, you won't have a chance to have any bad intentions."

Liu Mengxian opened the door and left, leaving Si Mo alone there. In the end, she jumped onto the bed like a little girl, rolled around wildly, and buried herself in the quilt.

"You bad guy, you big bad guy, I'll make you beg for mercy on your knees sooner or later!"

.............

As soon as Yan Ziming stepped out, Ye Qianxue broke free from Mu Mu's grasp, skipped and hopped over, and threw herself into her arms.

"Big sister! What did Sister Xian'er say to you?"

"You look much better. Did something good happen?"

Mu Mu walked closer and saw that Yan Ziming's face was full of smiles, making him look like a completely different person from not long ago.

"Haha, it's nothing, I just figured something out, that's great!"

Yan Ziming laughed heartily, saying that people are in high spirits when they have good news, and that perfectly describes her.

"Is it about your pregnancy?" Mu Mu asked with a happy expression.

This was the only thing troubling Yan Ziming during this period. Her worries were no less than Yan Ziming's. After all, who could accept that the person they loved was going to have a child with someone else?

"Yes, I've figured it out. Strictly speaking, it can't be considered a pregnancy!"

"Really?!"

Ye Qianxue was even happier than Yan Ziming, as the green hat that had been hanging over her head for so long could finally be taken off!

Mu Mu did notice the blind spot.

"Strictly speaking, it's not? What does that mean?"

"It means... oh dear, it's too complicated to explain. Anyway, whether now or in the future, I will not have children!"

"snort......."

Mu Mu scrutinized Yan Zimo's body with a dangerous look, seemingly not intending to think that way.

She couldn't very well say that long before she successfully got together with Yan Ziming, she had already written "having Yan Ziming have a child for her" into her training plan as her ultimate goal, could she?

When Mu Mu thought about Yan Ziming giving birth to her child in a humiliating and unwilling manner, she was practically bursting with excitement!

We must not forget our original intention. Even if we have already won Yan Ziming's heart, we must resolutely carry it out!

Haha, fate... is always full of twists and turns!

Chapter 1 Prediction

Himalayas.

Half a month has passed since the massive collapse here, and the area has become a hot topic of international discussion.

To avoid international controversy and public opinion, neighboring countries and regions have not ventured into this area, but it remains a key area of ​​concern, with various satellites frequently scanning its skies.

And right under the noses of these satellites, this scene is unfolding—

Under the pitch-black night sky, a team of about twenty people was carrying out excavation work here.

The tools they used were all very small, the largest being no bigger than a small car, and all were equipped with special stealth technology. Because they only operated at night, they were not detected by satellites or other reconnaissance equipment.

"Sigh... It's been half a month, and they still haven't found it?"

"Hey, what are we looking for? There's no clear answer from above."

"Of course, the Third Prince and the Prime Minister died here. Our mission is to find their remains and bring back everything related to them."

"That's exactly what I'm asking about, 'everything related to this,' without specifying what it refers to."

"Don't talk too much, just do your job. Knowing too much might just get you killed sometime soon!"

A team of three communicated amongst themselves, scanning the area with unidentified detectors, carrying out their work methodically.

Suddenly, one of the detectors beeped, drawing the attention of the other two.

"Oh, it's reacting! It's reacting!"

This was the first thing they had found since the start of their operation.

The three quickly called for backup, and within minutes, more than a dozen other team members arrived, bringing with them three special pieces of equipment, each about two meters tall and full of sci-fi flair.

Ripples began to appear at the tip of the instrument, moving slowly in circles, like the "water rings" dolphins exhale in the water. They turned all the rocks within the area into powder, gradually accumulating in depth until they were more than ten meters high.

As the depth gradually increased, when they were almost fifty meters high, the leader waved his hand and ordered the equipment to stop, then jumped into the pit, which was more than fifty meters deep.

The old, withered, and wrinkled hands rummaged through the pile of rocks for a while, and finally, after moving aside a piece of rubble the size of a washbasin, they found a crystal.

A crescent-shaped crystal.

However, this crystal had numerous cracks, covering more than half of its surface.

"The sacred relic, White Night... the revival of our race is in sight...!"

A trembling voice slowly escaped his lips as he pulled down the cloak covering his head, revealing a face streaked with tears.

Holding up the White Night sword and aiming it at the bright moon in the sky, the old man was overwhelmed with excitement as he watched the radiance gradually emanating from the White Night sword.

However, the result was a moon obscured by dust—the light of the white night flickered and could never shine completely.

"That's true... It's already good that it wasn't completely destroyed in such a large-scale collapse; at least it's still usable..."

The old man sighed. Although there were flaws, the result was good in the end. He just needed to be more careful in the future.

The next moment, he pulled his cloak back up and issued the order: "Withdraw! Take the equipment and return to Shadowfall immediately! Retreat!"

The group of twenty people moved swiftly across the rugged mountain terrain like ghosts, soon reaching a secluded spot, completely away from this place of trouble.

..............

Beian Military Administrative District, Administrative Building.