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

Yan Ziming called out to Liu Mengxian, but she appeared from behind him, her eyes as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Go ahead and leave, I'll take care of things here."

"it is good!"

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

"Sister Xian'er, uh... Xian'er, could you please do me a favor?"

After Yan Ziming left, Ye Qianxue, unusually, initiated a conversation with Liu Mengxian: "I'd like you to take a look at my situation..."

"I think you've got the wrong person... You should be looking for her."

Liu Mengxian looked out the window.

Suddenly, a small head popped out from the direction of the window and then jumped in.

"Yo-ho~~ We're back!"

Si Mo struck a cute pose and greeted the two people inside, but there was a slight awkward silence.

It's a good thing she dared to show up. She had been hiding for a while because she was afraid Liu Mengxian would come after her, but she came out again in less than half a day. I wonder what she's up to.

It's likely that he only dared to wander around after realizing that Liu Mengxian had no intention of pursuing the matter.

Liu Mengxian left silently, so much so that Ye Qianxue didn't even notice. When she came to her senses, only she and Si Mo were left in the room.

"..."

Ye Qianxue felt the atmosphere was extremely awkward, but the source of this awkwardness was completely unaware that he had flashed behind her and grabbed her tail.

"what!"

Clutching her tail, Ye Qianxue jumped forward, glaring at her angrily: "You! I... what's wrong with me?"

"Hmm...not bad, only a little smaller than ours! How was the result that night?"

"answer my question!"

Si Mo pressed her index finger against her right cheek and said with a hint of wickedness, "So what should you call me?"

“Ugh…” Ye Qianxue recalled some unbearable memories and took a step back, her face pale.

"Really... even now, the fact that we're mother and daughter, is there still any need to doubt it?"

Si Mo shrugged, feeling deflated.

As she said this, her own tail swayed behind her, as if to tell Ye Qianxue—this is the truth.

Her tail was shaped much like Ye Qianxue's, except that the tip was feathery, making it appear more agile.

Such powerful and clear evidence tinged the fear in Ye Qianxue's eyes with a hint of resentment.

The little girl in front of her is indeed related to her by blood; there is no possibility that she is faking it.

But she stubbornly insisted, "Even if you are really related to me by blood, I will never acknowledge your identity!"

For more than ten years, she had never seen Si Mo come to take care of her mother even once, not even when she was seriously ill. Until her death, Ye Qianxue did not know that such a person existed.

Therefore, Ye Qianxue would never approve of Si Mo.

Are you a child going through a rebellious phase?

Si Mo chuckled and made a sarcastic remark, then sat down on the floor, patted her knees, and gestured for Ye Qianxue to come over.

"Humph!"

Ye Qianxue snorted disdainfully, crossed her arms and turned her back to her. But before she could finish the movement, her lower body suddenly swayed, and as she fell, it was as if she had passed through a barrier? When she came to her senses, she found that there was someone in her arms.

Huh? Are the positions reversed?

"Hmph... Hmph hmph hmph hmph~~~"

Si Mo, sitting in my lap, swayed from side to side like a little child, humming a song, seemingly not caring about such a trivial matter as switching places.

"What are you doing? Get up right now—"

Ye Qianxue tried to shove Si Mo away, but her hand stopped before she could exert any force. Anger flashed across her face, and she stammered, "You...you stop..."

"Hmph hmph hmph hmph~~"

Si Mo continued humming the song, completely ignoring Ye Qianxue's increasingly trembling body, until she finished humming the entire song, then looked back with a mocking expression.

“You don’t deserve to sing this song…” Her vibrato was so obvious.

"What?"

"Because...this is a song my mother sang to me when I was sick as a child...you don't deserve it!"

"Huh~~?" Si Mo drew out the words with an ambiguous tone: "You said Xiao Xuan sang this to you, then let me tell you, that's impossible."

She said this with great certainty, as if she had some factual basis for it, but it had no effect on Ye Qianxue.

She replied with a cold laugh, "Whether it's possible or not isn't up to you to decide."

It was when she was seriously ill with a high fever that her mother hummed it to her. After that, she recovered quickly. At that time, the only thing that could be given to her by anyone else was that warm feeling, so she remembered it very clearly.

But the mockery in Si Mo's eyes only grew stronger: "Isn't it up to us? That's strange~~ I composed this piece when I was bored, but I've never taught it to anyone... including Xiao Xuan."

"Are you kidding me? Who do you think you are?"

Ye Qianxue spoke softer and softer, her eyes began to tremble slightly, and an expression of disbelief welled up inside her.

Speaking of which... I remember that high fever lasted for several days, and my consciousness was blurred. I could only hear voices, but I didn't see the person humming the song with my own eyes.

But subconsciously she regarded that person as her mother, because her only person was her mother, and she had believed this for so many years.

However, her understanding has now been severely shaken.

For a period of time afterward, she asked her mother to sing it again, but she made various excuses to refuse.

"You...how...can you?"

He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, just repeating meaningless topics over and over again.

Si Mo stood up at some point and looked down at Ye Qianxue: "You're not wrong, that person is us."

She reached out with two small hands, cupped her daughter's cheeks, and stared intently into her red eyes: "Now, what do you have to deny?"

Ye Qianxue's eyes trembled violently. All her understanding accumulated over the years was shattered in an instant. Her mind was as if it had been reopened to chaos, plunging her into an abyss...

Chapter Four Conversation

After leaving home, Yan Ziming headed straight for the military base where the assembly point was located. When she arrived, she found that many people were already ready to depart.

Most of these are military personnel; civilians are only a minority, scattered across various locations, and they cannot be assembled all at once.

Li Haoyi was at the head of the group.

Not far from them, there was an aircraft she had never seen before, shimmering with a translucent light.

Without a doubt, this must be the legacy of those living fossils, which China usually treats like treasures, but now it's being used. Its performance must be even better than the previous Flowing Light.

Upon seeing Yan Ziming arrive, Li Hao immediately shouted, "Line up! Prepare to depart!"

"Huh? It hasn't even been five minutes yet?" Yan Ziming complained.

"You still don't have enough awareness of your own combat strength. The main goal of the first batch is to transport the top combat forces like you and me over first. Once the target is met, we can set off directly, and the others can wait for the next batch."

After boarding the spaceship, Li Hao spoke to Yan Ziming privately:

"Now it's all about speed. Even if we drive at full speed, it will still take more than ten minutes to get there, which is already quite late."

"What's the matter that's so urgent?"

The people who have gathered here don't know what they're going to do. They only know that they're going to fight in the Pacific Ocean, and they don't even know what kind of opponent they will be facing.

"A prehistoric city has emerged in the central Pacific Ocean. You should understand what this means."

Li Hao frankly explained the information, which was still classified. Upon hearing this, Yan Ziming's expression turned serious: "Those living fossils?"

"Yes, that's them, but not one of the few we're monitoring. They're from a prehistoric civilization that's never existed before!"

It is precisely because they have never appeared that they have been able to create such a huge commotion without making a sound, so much so that major powers have taken action.

"Now it's not just us, the other four permanent members have also started sending people, all of whom are at the ninth rank. Among them, the United States is being led by Luther."

"They each sent one person; that's quite a generous gesture!"

Yan Ziming exclaimed in surprise, "They dare to send out their already strained forces at this time. It's amazing they're willing to do it."

Especially in the United States, the number one expert has emerged.

Although Yan Shan had said that the five major powers shared a high degree of consensus when facing prehistoric civilizations, they were perhaps a little too proactive.

"Come on, they're just here to get a piece of the pie."

Li Haoyi already held a high position and authority, and now that he has been promoted to the ninth rank, he knows most of China's secrets. After learning about the ancient history of humanity and prehistoric civilizations, he also understands the open and covert struggles between major powers in this regard.

"Think about it, that's the ruins of a prehistoric civilization, no, it's a complete city! It's far better than the ruins we have in our collection, its value is immeasurable. If we could take it over, dominating the entire planet wouldn't be a problem. But that's impossible, no one can take it over alone, so the only way forward is through negotiation and distribution."

"But without a ninth-tier rank, you have no say. When it comes to dividing the cake, you can't say a word. In the end, the one with the strongest fist will take the lion's share, and the rest will only get scraps. Do you think they would be reluctant to part with it?"

Yan Ziming clicked his tongue in displeasure.

I have a strong sense of déjà vu...