Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland: The Female Protagonist Has Become a God

Fang Yanqing laughed arrogantly.

"Want to kill me? Then step over his corpse first." He glanced at Song Lin, then corrected, "Oh no, he's a corpse now, a moving corpse!"

Fang Yanqing's every word irritated Lu Siyan's nerves, making him want to tear Fang Yanqing in two immediately.

Lu Siyan manipulated the air around Fang Yanqing into an air cone, controlling it to stab towards Fang Yanqing.

In an instant, a pile of rubble appeared around Fang Yanqing, turning into a wall of rubble that blocked all the damage.

The owner of the stone-shattering ability is none other than Song Lin.

Lu Siyan looked at Song Lin, feeling helpless. He knew that Song Lin was not in control of his own destiny at this moment.

He trapped Song Lin with an air shield to prevent him from protecting Fang Yanqing from further harm.

Fang Yanqing leaned against the lab table, arms crossed, watching Lu Siyan with a leisurely air, appreciating his anger and his helplessness.

He wanted Lu Siyan to witness the person he cared about become a living dead like himself. Only by causing him unbearable pain could he appease his godfather's spirit in heaven.

I still remember how heartbroken he was when he returned to the lab and saw his godfather's body, and how all their hard work had been destroyed.

All of this is thanks to those damned guys, Lu Siyan!

Fortunately, the strange stone was still there, allowing him to continue fulfilling his adoptive father's unfinished grand ambition.

With a cold expression, Fang Yan grabbed two masks from the table, threw one at Zhao Xuer's face, and put the other on himself.

Zhao Xuer hurriedly caught the mask, but before she could put it on, Fang Yanqing pressed the switch next to her.

With a bang, the laboratory door slammed shut, releasing a large amount of blue toxic smoke into the room.

Lu Siyan quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, shielded himself with a protective barrier, and used a whirlwind to blow the smoke towards the two of them. He wouldn't fall for the same dirty trick twice.

In an instant, Fang Yanqing and Zhao Xuer were enveloped in blue smoke.

Fang Yanqing, who was wearing a mask, was unaffected, while Zhao Xuer, who hadn't had time to put on a mask, inevitably inhaled the toxic fumes.

She collapsed to the ground with a thud, a needle-like pain sweeping through her body. She screamed in agony, unable to bear the pain, and the loss of her powers filled her with immense panic.

She scrambled to her feet, grabbing Fang Yanqing's trouser leg and pleading, "Sir, save me! My powers are almost gone, please..."

Fang Yanqing glanced at Zhao Xuer with disgust, then took a small bottle from his pocket and threw it in front of her.

"Useless! You can't even put on a mask."

With trembling hands, Zhao Xuer opened the bottle cap and poured the medicine into her mouth all at once. Instantly, her discomfort disappeared, but the side effects left her completely exhausted.

Lu Siyan withdrew his gaze from Zhao Xuer and sneered at Fang Yanqing, "As expected of Dr. S's adopted son, he is just as cold-blooded and ruthless to those around him."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

A turbulent undercurrent ran between the two, and in a flash, their supernatural powers of thunder and electricity collided.

Lu Siyan and Fang Yanqing fought with all their might to kill each other. In a short while, everything in the laboratory was smashed to pieces, and the floor was covered with glass shards.

Zhao Xuer lay prone on the ground, trying her best to dodge the incoming supernatural power.

Suddenly, a thick fog filled the laboratory. Lu Siyan smiled coldly and grabbed Fang Yanqing's wrist, the red light penetrating into the flesh of Fang Yanqing's wrist.

Fang Yanqing felt his superpower being drained away, and the power surged from all parts of his body toward his wrist, which was being held. He looked at Lu Siyan in shock.

Lu Siyan's face was gloomy, and with his other hand he gripped Fang Yanqing's neck, his fingers tightening and exerting force.

Fang Yanqing struggled to breathe, his face turning bright red. He used the remaining supernatural power within him to condense a ball of lightning and strike Lu Siyan's arm, trying to prevent his supernatural power from being taken away.

The lightning ball was blocked by the air shield and then blown against the wall by the whirlwind and exploded.

In no time, Fang Yanqing's lightning ability was taken over by Lu Siyan.

Lu Siyan conjured a ball of lightning in his palm and provocatively displayed it to Fang Yanqing, saying, "I'll accept your lightning ability."

He threw Fang Yanqing to the ground and looked down at him condescendingly.

"As for you, you piece of trash, I'll send you to see your godfather right now." With that, he hurled the lightning ball at Fang Yanqing.

"do not want!"

Zhao Xuer got up from the ground and ran to Fang Yanqing's side with all her might, hugging him tightly. The lightning ball entered her body.

Zhao Xuer coughed up a mouthful of blood and her body slowly slid down.

"Xu'er!" Fang Yanqing caught her sliding body, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Zhao Xuer raised her hand to stroke Fang Yanqing's face, looking at him with sorrowful eyes.

"There are some things I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to say if I don't say them now. Could you please give me a chance, sir?"

"You say it." Before she could finish speaking, Fang Yanqing interrupted her.

“Ever since you rescued me and brought me back, I have vowed to follow you forever, but alas… alas, you have never even looked at me properly…” She gave a bitter smile.

"You have no idea how much I envy that woman named Xu'er, so much so that I want to be her..."

Images of the past flashed through her mind: Fang Yanqing touching her face when he was infatuated, calling her "Xu'er" and saying he loved her. That was the moment she hated the most, but also the moment she craved the most. When Fang Yanqing was sober, he never said he loved her.

She hated Zhao Xuer for being able to capture his heart and possess his love, and she longed to compete with Zhao Xuer, but alas... she couldn't compete with a dead person...

As she thought about it, Xiaoliu's eyes filled with tears. She looked closely at Fang Yanqing, wanting to remember his appearance forever, and also seemed to want to find a trace of love and reluctance in his eyes.

Unfortunately, she found nothing, and she swallowed her bitterness.

"Fang Yanqing, Xiaoliu loves you, always has..."

She used all her strength to say her last words of confession.

After she finished speaking, her hand fell limply to her side, and tears streamed down her face.

Fang Yanqing put her down expressionlessly; the sadness in his eyes had vanished the moment he heard the name Xiao Liu.

She wasn't Xu'er; she was just a lowly orphan girl, not worth his heartache.

Fang Yanqing lovingly stroked Xiao Liu's face.

What a waste of that face... It would be better to cut it off and give it to someone else; his little Xu'er will never die...

Fang Yanqing smiled foolishly.

Lu Siyan frowned, unable to understand why Fang Yanqing's emotions had changed so quickly.

But he was too lazy to guess, and conjured another ball of lightning in his hand.

It's okay if he gets blocked, he'll just try again.

Suddenly, Fang Yanqing glared at Lu Siyan with bloodshot eyes and roared, "What are you still standing there for? Do it!"

Although he was looking at Lu Siyan when he spoke, he was actually addressing Song Lin behind him.

Song Lin, who had been standing quietly with his head down, suddenly raised his head and broke through the air shield, like a robot that had been activated.

A rustling sound rang out, and pebbles appeared out of thin air, transforming into a sharp sword that stabbed towards Lu Siyan.

Lu Siyan sensed something was wrong and immediately turned around to defend himself.

The stone-shattering sword was blocked by the air shield, and then Song Lin thrust two more stone-shattering swords at him.

Lu Siyan merely defended himself, showing no intention of retaliating.

"Song Lin! I am Lu Siyan. We are brothers who have gone through thick and thin together. Do you still remember me?" He tried to rouse a sliver of reason from Song Lin's mind.

Song Lin remained expressionless, like a humanoid weapon that only knew how to attack.

Fang Yanqing put down the empty medicine bottle in her hand and wiped the remaining medicine off her lips with her finger.

He gave a sinister smile as he watched Lu Siyan's retreating figure.

Lu Siyan, it's time to present you with the grand gift I've been preparing for so long.