Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

The stench lingered, and Song Xianyin covered her nose tightly, but the smell kept trying to get into her nasal cavity.

The once towering buildings have become ruins, with vines and weeds growing wildly.

"Ayin, are you feeling unwell?" The man beside her looked at her with concern, his eyes filled with infatuation.

The man in front of me is Zhou Zheng. He is one of the original owner's sycophants. He is an earth-type ability user and was also the first person the original owner used.

At this point, Song Xianyin's task was simple: to survive in the apocalypse, no matter what means she used.

As an ordinary person who has not yet awakened her superpowers, Song Xianyin chose the most direct method.

Looking at his concerned eyes, Song Xianyin blushed slightly: "It's okay, Zhou Zheng, I can bear with it a little longer."

The teammate next to Song Xianyin rolled his eyes silently when he saw her like that.

There are ordinary people in the team, but Song Xianyin is obviously a drag on the team, and she eats quite a lot too.

Zhou Zheng looked at Song Xianyin's serene profile, his heart pounding. He never imagined that his goddess would one day ask him for help and look at him so tenderly.

Ah Yin is so weak, she must be very scared, she needs his protection.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen felt a strong urge to protect her no matter what.

"Ayin, let me hold you, that way you won't be scared." Zhou Zhen's voice grew softer and softer, clearly he also felt this wasn't a good idea.

Song Xianyin's expression remained unchanged. Her eyes curved into a smile as she softly said, "Thank you, Zhou Zheng, but I always have to adapt to the environment."

Zhou Zheng sat down next to Song Xianyin, his face turning even redder. The men next to him teased him, "Zhou Zheng, you won't be lonely tonight, will you?"

Zhou Zheng subconsciously looked at Song Xianyin. Song Xianyin still had a smile on her face, but her eyes were extremely cold.

She memorized all of these people's names.

The man sitting in front of the campfire glanced at them, his voice gentle and clear: "Don't joke like that."

The man who had been egging him on scoffed, "Captain, we were just joking around."

Everyone gets along so well, what's this? The captain is just playing the nice guy again.

Song Xianyin looked at the so-called team leader. She had been in the team for several days and had never spoken to him.

However, you can tell he's a very nice person. When he finds food, he'll share it with his teammates first, and he'll save it for last.

The captain met her gaze and smiled gently at her.

In the post-apocalyptic world, food is extremely scarce, and many people will try every means to survive, with selling their bodies being one of the most common methods.

Men have a much easier time obtaining food than women. They can sell to older superhumans or to other men. Compared to women who obtain food in the same way, they experience virtually no discrimination.

Therefore, in the apocalypse, any combination can be seen.

Their team had significantly more food than other teams, so teammates often brought back strangers.

Every night, various suggestive moans and groans could be heard from inside the building.

At first, Zhou Zheng didn't have these thoughts, but gradually, he saw that everyone else in the team had their own steady partners, while he didn't, and he suddenly felt a subtle dissatisfaction.

A man emerged from the room, his legs trembling. He chuckled as he smoked, "Zhou Zheng, didn't you think about this?"

The people around him burst out laughing, and Zhou Zheng looked extremely embarrassed.

He looked at Song Xianyin beside him, but Song Xianyin had her head down and seemed to be thinking about something, which made Zhou Zheng feel extremely frustrated.

He would share his food with her every day, but she wouldn't even hold his hand.

The man who had just come out of the room had no food left today and could only watch the others eat. His stomach kept growling, but no one offered him any.

After the crowd dispersed, Zhou Zheng followed behind Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin had already noticed, so she stopped in the living room and looked at the man in front of her with a smile: "Zhou Zheng, what do you need me for?"

The fire in Zhou Zheng's heart burned brighter and brighter. He gritted his teeth and said, "Ayin, could you..."

Song Xianyin said softly, "Zhou Zheng, didn't you say you didn't need me to be like the others? Why are you going back on your word?"

Seeing the disappointment in Song Xianyin's eyes, Zhou Zheng blushed. That was what he had said at first, but she couldn't just keep eating and drinking for free.

Thinking of the satisfied looks on the faces of the others in the team, Zhou Zheng said unwillingly, "Ayin, I'm not like the others. Can we hold hands?"

Song Xianyin's smile was somewhat cold: "Of course not."

Zhou Zheng was silent for a moment, then he stopped Song Xianyin and said, "Ayin, you ate so much of my food, aren't you going to make it up to me?"

Song Xianyin laughed out loud: "Wasn't that your own choice? I didn't hold a knife to your throat. I let you get the limelight, and now you're bringing up compensation?"

Zhou Zheng, enraged and embarrassed, said, "Song Xianyin, are you sure you won't let me touch you?"

He slowly approached her, and Song Xianyin watched him quietly, her hand tightly gripping the knife.

The rest of the team members were already asleep at this hour, and the atmosphere in the living room grew increasingly heavy. Just as Zhou Zheng was about to approach Song Xianyin, a woman's voice from the stairwell interrupted him.

"Miss Song, aren't you going to rest?" The girl asked anxiously, startling Zhou Zheng.

He looked in the direction of the sound with a panic. The girl was standing there, gripping the railing tightly, looking somewhat nervous.

Zhou Zheng glanced at Song Xianyin, then turned and left.

Song Xianyin lowered her head and walked towards the girl; she knew the girl would come to save her.

"Are you alright?" the girl asked, looking at her with concern.

Song Xianyin smiled at her: "Thank you for coming to help me."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and led her to the room: "You can sleep in this room for now, if you don't mind..."

There were several women in the room. When Song Xianyin came in, they looked at her silently for a while, and then started chatting again.

"I didn't even last a minute today. I didn't even know he came in. Isn't that ridiculous?"

"He always asks me if he's good enough. Good heavens, don't these people have any self-awareness?"

The women burst into laughter.

The female lead tidied up the bed for her: "Miss Song, you can sleep here tonight."

Those with superpowers have private rooms. Although Song Xianyin is not a superpowered person, she managed to snag a private room a few days ago, but she definitely won't be able to from tonight onwards.

Zhou Zheng was no longer of any use to Song Xianyin. She needed to find a new superhuman to protect her. Song Xianyin's gaze lingered on the female lead, who was busy in the room.

Xinlong is a water-based ability user. Although she lives in the apocalypse, she has always been very kind and has never intentionally hurt anyone.

Song Xianyin's eyelashes trembled; this couldn't be better.