The queen of the end times is reborn and goes crazy, her whole family is burned to death

Lu Zhengping racked his brains but couldn't figure out why Yan Wanwan suddenly gave up the Ice Spirit Flower. Didn't she want it very much?

If I were to use one word to describe his current state, "crazy" would be the most appropriate.

On this side, Yan Wanwan brought out good wine and delicious food to entertain the great hero of this event, Qin Yu.

Qin Yu asked in confusion, "You were going to marry me anyway, so what if you accepted the flowers?"

Yan Wanwan smiled mysteriously and said, "You don't understand this! If I accept it, he'll be relieved. If I don't accept it, he'll be racking his brains trying to figure out the reason, and then no one will bother me during this period."

Qin Yu looked at her, hesitant to speak, "You really do understand people's hearts."

Yan Wanwan toasted him and said, "Thanks to your help this time, otherwise, even if I wanted to cheat him, I wouldn't be able to do it."

"Husband and wife are one flesh, that's how it should be."

Qin Yu teased, and the two of them drank the wine in their glasses.

"I've already put all the things Lu Zhengping gave me into the warehouse. Do you want to receive them now or count them after the wedding?"

As Qin Yu spoke, he placed a bunch of keys in front of her with full sincerity.

Yan Wanwan raised an eyebrow, "Didn't we agree to split it in half?"

Qin Yu's face flushed slightly as he smiled and shook his head, "No need. Your farm has taken in so many remnants of the battlefield. I should be thanking you."

"That won't do. Let's put things in perspective. Brothers should settle accounts clearly. Let's stick to what we agreed on in the beginning."

Yan Wanwan had no intention of keeping it for herself and immediately pushed the key back to Qin Yu.

A gentleman loves money but gets it in a proper way. She returned from the apocalypse, knowing full well that fairness is the key to long-term cooperation.

The relationship between her and Qin Yu was originally just a marriage, so naturally they had to be clear and distinct in their exchange of interests. Only in this way could they avoid unnecessary entanglements and disputes and ensure that this cooperative marriage could continue smoothly within a rational framework.

Yan Wanwan smiled at him and said, "Since you are here today, I have a business matter I would like to discuss with you."

"tell me the story."

"I have a batch of fine weapons here, do you want them?"

Qin Yu's eyes gradually deepened. She was asking you, not the army. In this case, her intention was to sell it to you personally. The deep meaning behind this is intriguing.

"Yes, I'll take as many as you have."

"happy!"

Yan Wanwan smiled with satisfaction and said, "Don't worry, the weapons I have are far superior to what you are currently using. Their power will surely amaze you."

"how much do you have?"

"I'll tell you after I've counted them." She smiled mysteriously, "It's a big number, so you better be prepared."

That afternoon, Yan Wanwan connected to the channel to the end of the world.

[Four Eyes, how are the preparations going?]

[Boss, I've been waiting for your letter. That batch of steel has been cast into swords and guns according to your requirements, a total of 38,000.]

As soon as he finished speaking, boxes appeared in front of Yan Wanwan one after another.

Yan Wanwan stared at the cold steel knife with her beautiful eyes, and she raised her delicate hand and happily pulled out one.

She took a deep breath, held the knife in one hand and swung it down suddenly. In an instant, there was a sharp "whoosh" sound in the air, like the cry of a night owl. The porcelain bottle in front of her was like being cast by magic, and it was smoothly split into two. The cut was flat and round, without any roughness.

The two halves of the porcelain bottle rolled down the edge of the table and landed on the ground, but the blade of the steel knife was still as bright as before. The cold light flashed, as if silently telling of its sharpness that could cut through iron like mud, which was awe-inspiring.

She couldn't help but admire, "Good knife, thank you for your hard work this time."

[Boss, don't worry. The forge you captured previously wasn't working properly. Now is the first time it's been used, and the results are surprisingly good. Next time, forging other weapons will be much easier.]

Yan Wanwan opened several boxes and took a quick look at the quality of all the knives. She nodded with satisfaction and asked, "You sent all of them here, why didn't you keep some for yourself?"

After a pause, Four Eyes uttered a wry smile. "Boss, we only have fifty swords left. Any more wouldn't be enough. Zombies are now stronger than ever, and only psychics can blast their heads off. I'm worried that if we can't find a weapon to counter them, even psychics will struggle to kill them."

Yan Wanwan couldn't help but frown and ask: [How could this happen?]

[News has spread from the base that because the zombies lack the leadership of the Zombie King, they can only rely on brute force to win, and thus their bodies have mutated.]

Upon hearing this explanation, Yan Wanwan burst out laughing and sarcastically cursed, "What? You're going to blame me after I'm dead? Didn't they trick me into killing the Zombie King? What else can those losers do besides talking?"

[Boss, don't be angry. Our base will never work with them again.]

Yan Wanwan couldn't help but frown. "But if the zombies mutate, how will our base respond?"

Four Eyes couldn't help but sigh, "Let's take it one step at a time! Maybe one day we'll get more powerful weapons and we won't have to fear them anymore."

Upon hearing this, a dark glint flashed across Yan Wanwan's eyes. "But we need to eat first before we can start researching. Do you have enough food?"

"Okay, don't worry. The food will last us for a while. Take care of your own situation first. Once you have a surplus, you can still come back to support us."

[Well, don't worry. I'll send it to you as soon as I have production.]

After chatting for a few more sentences, Yan Wanwan cut off the contact and her eyes became gloomy.

Although Siyan's tone sounded no different from usual, she was able to catch the subtle difference in his words with her keen perception.

"I didn't expect them to change so quickly."

Siyan's words were filled with empathy and sighs for the base's difficult situation. In the past, she would have unhesitatingly dug out every available resource and sent it to the base without hesitation, unstintingly, driven by a sense of responsibility. She couldn't bear to watch the base she had built crumble to ashes.

Now, she no longer had such thoughts. Four Eyes had arrived late at the base, and he probably didn't know that the base's defense mechanism was built by her and could still operate independently even after she left.

Back in the day, this mechanism could even withstand the attacks of the Zombie King, but now it can't even withstand a few mutated zombies. If this news gets out, who would believe it?

They just want more supplies. It's not that there are no resources available in the base, but some people are used to sitting back and enjoying the fruits of others' labor, and want to rely on others' help to survive.

A wave of sadness welled up in her heart. She had devoted all her energy to planning for the future of the base, but in the end, she was betrayed by her best friend and ended up perishing together with the Zombie King. She would not make the same mistake a second time, nor would she become a target of arbitrary exploitation again.

She looked into the distance, her eyes showing a bit more determination and resoluteness. Perhaps she should speed up the process, find a way to stimulate them to get the antidote as soon as possible, and then completely sever this emotional bond that was once passionate but now cold, and find her own peace.