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

Looking back at Mu Mu and Xia Ziyun, who were still displaying their mother-daughter bond, Yan Ziming instructed Ye Qianxue:

"Qianxue, you stay here for a while, I'm going to walk around."

"Ah! Qianxue wants to go with Big Sister too!" Ye Qianxue pouted in dissatisfaction.

Yan Ziming pinched her cheek: "Good girl~ Stay here and keep an eye on Si Mo, don't let her run away again."

"..." Ye Qianxue's lips moved a few times.

"what?"

Ye Qianxue shook her head frantically, "No! It's nothing!"

"Really? If you have something to say, just say it. You haven't forgotten what you promised me last time, have you?"

"Really, no, Qianxue was just talking to herself."

"Really? Then I'll be going."

"Ok!"

Yan Ziming left with peace of mind. She didn't believe that Ye Qianxue would forget the pain so quickly; she still had that much judgment.

Well... it seems to be from there.

After determining the direction, Yan Ziming walked towards the place where the beautiful figure had disappeared.

She blended into the crowd and walked through some dark corners, so few people noticed her.

However, he was still noticed, or rather, caught.

"Yan Zimo".

Hearing someone call her name, Yan Ziming was slightly startled. She was confident that her disguise was flawless, so how could anyone recognize her?

Looking towards the source of the sound, he saw it was also a dark corner, and Yan Ziming walked forward fearlessly.

There's nothing to be afraid of. Someone as powerful as her has nothing in this world that can frighten her.

But she was still terrified of ghosts.

Yan Ziming was a little annoyed when he saw who had called him. "Oh, it's you..."

"So it's me who's not happy about it, right?"

Murong Haiyi leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, looking quite imposing.

But none of this mattered to Yan Ziming. She asked casually, "You're not going to be the main character at this banquet, are you?"

"Huh? You came in without knowing?"

"Nonsense! You think I wanted to get in? I'm just here to pick someone up!"

Yan Ziming waved his hand dismissively, indicating that he wasn't interested in his banquet: "What do you want? Speak quickly! I'm busy!"

Murong Haiyi pursed his lips, and finally asked, "Who is that guy?"

Yan Ziming followed his gaze and saw that the person he was looking at was Si Mo.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Intrusion

The questioner asked without intention, but the listener took it to heart...

Murong Haiyi's simple question caused Yan Ziming to stiffen.

Could it be that this weirdo girl caused some trouble and someone's come to me to deal with it?

Mommy!

She had just glanced at everything here, and it was all expensive, high-end goods. What if she had to pay for it...?

Yan Ziming was already thinking about how to sell the silk powder to someone else.

"Why are you asking this?" Yan Ziming asked warily.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask what your relationship is with that person."

In less than half a second, Yan Ziming had organized all his words: "No, she has absolutely no relation to me! We don't know each other at all!"

"..."

Nobody believes you!

They all look exactly like you, so your excuses are completely unconvincing!

Murong Haiyi lowered his head in disappointment. "Is her identity some kind of secret?"

"No, that's not it... By the way, what do you want with her?"

"She just... sigh, never mind, it's nothing." Murong Haiyi thought for a moment, but still didn't tell anyone.

Seeing his worried expression, Yan Ziming seemed to understand why he had asked about this matter, and said with a sly smile, "You've figured something out, haven't you?"

Murong Haiyi snorted, "So you knew all along!"

"I know, but I don't seem to have an obligation to tell you."

"condition."

I want to punch you.

"it is good."

Yan Ziming was taken aback.

She just said it casually, so why did the other party agree so readily?

"Did you agree a little too quickly? I can give you another one—"

Murong Haiyi, as if he had anticipated her reaction, preemptively said, "No need, it's settled then, there's no going back."

He was itching to find out Si Mo's identity; he probably wouldn't be able to sleep soundly until he did.

So even if he got punched by Yan Ziming, he accepted it.

Yan Ziming helplessly raised her fist, "Fine... since you want to be tortured, I'll grant your wish."

Suddenly, something flashed in her field of vision, and Yan Ziming was immediately drawn to it.

She now finally understood who the familiar figure she had seen was.

That's... Wen Xintong!

This is unbelievable! The place she was talking about for part-time work is actually here?!

Yan Ziming sensed something was wrong and was eager to catch up, so he decided to let him off the hook for now. "Forget it, I'll get my revenge later! Anytime, anywhere, just you remember that!"

"Hey—explain the answer clearly first!"

"You really want to know?" Yan Ziming turned around and looked at him with a half-smile.

Murong Haiyi felt inexplicably flustered under her gaze, but he still firmly stated in his tone: "I'm sure!"

"Hmm... it's pointless to be too blunt. How about this... she's not human, and... there's a second one!"

After saying that, Yan Ziming walked towards Wen Xintong.

Murong Haiyi was completely confused.

She's not human... She looks so much like you, are you indirectly insulting yourself?

And there's a second one... a second one...

"Not human... second..."

Murong Haiyi repeated these two words over and over again, and an answer gradually surfaced, freezing him in place for a moment, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

"Black... Calamity..."

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

Upon seeing Wen Xintong, Yan Ziming quickly followed.

Her attire was different from this morning; she was dressed like a little phoenix, her stunning beauty accentuated by a fiery red evening gown.

The rest of the eyeshadow, blush, and other high-end cosmetics were all used on her. She was already beautiful without makeup, but after being dressed up like this, she looked even more dreamlike. So Yan Ziming was stunned for a while before she came back to her senses.

"Xintong, wait a minute!"

When Wen Xintong heard someone calling her from behind, she instinctively turned around and was startled.

"Who, who are you?"

Standing before her was a disheveled woman exuding a gloomy aura. How could the timid girl withstand such fright? She even began to stammer.

Yan Ziming knew that his current appearance was indeed not reassuring, so he pulled his bangs, which were covering his face, aside a little bit, so that Wen Xintong could see him clearly.

"Ah, it's Zi Mo... Zi Mo!"

Under Yan Ziming's terrifying gaze, Wen Xintong swallowed the word "senior" and asked with a hint of surprise, "Ziming, are you here to eat too?"

"Me? Ahem, yes, that's right."

Yan Ziming suddenly straightened his posture and his tone became formal.

"Zimo, don't do that, it's disgusting."