Quick Transmigration: Passerby A Gets Entangled with the Male Lead

Her gaze swept casually across the room and she spotted a wooden stick of just the right thickness and length on a large tree beside her.

Without hesitation, she reached out and took it down, then, like an enraged lion, unleashed a furious storm of blows and smashes on the plants.

At that time, their awakened consciousness told them that if they made any unusual movements and were detected by the terrifying vines, they would be mercilessly devoured and destroyed.

These plants have long been suppressed by the strong vines, unable to advance, and their resistance appears rather weak.

Therefore, they were almost unable to withstand He Zhiyao's attacks and were completely routed.

He Zhiyao became more and more excited as she fought, finally able to vent the anger she had suffered from the vines. Before long, the ground was littered with broken branches and leaves, as well as crystal-clear wood-type cores.

She bent down excitedly to pick up the crystal cores, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Fu Chuji, who had been silently observing everything, lowered his eyes slightly as he watched He Zhiyao's violent behavior, lost in thought. He didn't say anything to stop her, but simply lay there quietly, like a silent statue.

"Alright, let's go down the mountain."

He Zhiyao finally stopped what she was doing, casually tossed the stick covered in leaf fragments to the ground, then turned around and walked to Fu Chuji, squatted down and helped him up onto her back.

Then, she took a deep breath, steadily carried Fu Chuji on her back, and walked down the mountain step by step with firm but slow steps.

The last rays of the setting sun fell upon them, casting two long shadows that gradually faded into the distance...

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As soon as He Zhiyao stepped out of the deep mountains and forests, she looked at the winding, endless road in front of her.

So where is she going with such a seriously injured patient?

Or should we go to the southern base?

She had been carrying the adult man on her back for over half an hour and was now panting heavily. Helpless, He Zhiyao gently placed the person on her back by the roadside and rested for a while.

"Get one of your off-road vehicles out of your space," He Zhiyao said, wiping the large beads of sweat from her forehead as she looked at Fu Chuji with expectant eyes.

Fu Chuji looked at her with suspicion, his eyes filled with doubt and wariness.

Because his spatial ability had only recently awakened, he would have died long ago if he hadn't accidentally awakened it. Moreover, he was the only one who knew this secret. So why was He Zhiyao able to say it so accurately?

Fu Chuji quickly suppressed the gloom in his eyes.

"No." Fu Chuji's deep and hoarse voice came slowly, as if every word was spoken with all his strength.

Upon hearing this, He Zhiyao was taken aback at first, then as if she suddenly remembered something, she slapped her forehead and said in annoyance, "Oh dear! Look at my memory, I actually forgot that you are not only seriously injured, but also have amnesia."

Fu Chuji shook his head slightly and added weakly, "No car. In my space... there's only a small amount of food right now."

"What? What did you say? I think I just had a hallucination." He Zhiyao stared wide-eyed at Fu Chuji in disbelief, her face full of astonishment.

She simply couldn't believe that Fu Chuji's space didn't even have a single car; this was completely unexpected.

She completely ignored Fu Chuji's suggestion of eating only a small amount of food.

Fu Chuji pursed his lips gently, his handsome face now shrouded in loneliness, as if a dark cloud had blocked out the sunlight.

"There really aren't any cars left!" He Zhiyao murmured to herself, her face full of sorrow, her grief no less than that of Fu Chuji.

Is God playing a cruel joke on her?

Just then, as Fu Chuji was about to say something comforting, she suddenly heard He Zhiyao's slightly amusement in her voice: "Someone's coming."

Fu Chuji followed her gaze and saw a group of figures gradually approaching.

Upon seeing who it was, his eyes, which were originally as black as ink, instantly turned cold, and a hint of barely concealed hatred flashed across them.

“They’re from the Southern Base. They’re here to take my life. You’d better get out of here!” Fu Chuji said in a low but resolute voice.

"Kill you?"

He Zhiyao looked surprised and thought to herself, "There are actually people who don't want to cling to the male lead's strong thigh? These guys are either major villains or just cannon fodder."

"No! Why would the Southern Base send people to kill you? Then why did you want to go to the Southern Base in the first place?" He Zhiyao said irritably.

She carefully observed the group's demeanor and found that while they seemed decent, none of them exuded the typical villainous aura.

This only proves that they were nothing more than a group of villains serving as background characters and cannon fodder.

"Hmm." Fu Chuji simply nodded slightly, giving this brief and low response, before closing his lips tightly and refusing to say another word.

At that time, he was unaware that the Southern Base had already been taken over by the Li family.

Moreover, he knew in his heart that he would inevitably have to go back to that place again, but this time his purpose was only one—revenge! He would repay them tenfold for all the things they had done to him.

At the same time, He Zhiyao unhesitatingly stuffed the lightning-type crystal core from her pocket back into Fu Chuji's palm, then bent down to pick up an extremely sharp broadsword from the roadside, and with a lithe figure like a swallow, rushed towards the surging crowd.

Back in the pre-apocalyptic era, He Zhiyao had already mastered extraordinary martial arts skills under the careful guidance of her parents, possessing both agility and astonishing strength.

Now living in the apocalypse, her physical abilities have been significantly enhanced, and her strength has also increased dramatically. Therefore, dealing with this rabble before her is a piece of cake for her.

But why didn't she see any superhumans in the crowd?

Fu Chuji lay quietly on the spot, suppressing his anxiety, his gaze fixed on He Zhiyao, who was fighting fiercely in the crowd.

She moved with agility, each swing of her sword precise and accurate; with flashes of light, enemies fell to the ground one after another.

Even with the battle raging so fiercely, He Zhiyao still managed to find time to watch out for anyone trying to get close to Fu Chuji, a concern that stirred up an indescribable feeling in Fu Chuji's heart.

This person...this person is really serious about protecting him...

As time passed, the air seemed to grow thicker and thicker, stained with blood, and the stench of blood permeated the air.

The sound of He Zhiyao's knife piercing to the bone as she raised it struck Fu Chuji's heartstrings like drumbeats, causing a strange emotion to gradually emerge in his deep eyes.

"Be careful."