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

"Is this the kind of person you think I am?"

Mu Mu wiped away non-existent tears and said as if sobbing.

"What else is there? If you really don't like it, just tell me directly. Why worry about so much?"

"It's easy to say, but why don't you speak as frankly as you do now when you're facing Grandpa Tianhai?"

"...Okay, it was my oversight. When is your 80th birthday? I'll go if I have time."

"It's 1 a.m. now, so it's tomorrow."

"Gah?"

"Tomorrow," Mu Mu repeated.

Yan Ziming rubbed his temples, saying with a headache:

"Let me ask you this: did you deliberately choose to tell me on the last day?"

"If you already know, why ask? Anyway, no matter what important things you have to do, you have to go. And while you're at it, bring my lovely apprentice too. You can also bring Tiantian and the others."

Yan Ziming felt a bit of a headache; Mu Mu was leaving him no room to refuse.

After tidying up her schedule a bit, Yan Ziming, who is usually very busy... well, lately she really has nothing to do. Apart from going to Jiang Lan's place to drink tea, take advantage of her, and do a few experiments, she spends the rest of her time at home and hasn't gone out at all.

Moreover, the research in the lab is currently delayed because the prototype exploded, and we have to wait for the new prototype to be assembled. For a few days, Yan Ziming will have absolutely nothing to do, so it won't be a problem for him to take some time to visit Mu Mu.

Chapter Eighteen: The Spirit Girl

"Whew—I'm so sleepy. Now that we've finished talking about important business, you should go back to sleep!"

Yan Ziming yawned. She usually played games all night long. Asking a seasoned cultivator like her to go to bed so early? No way!

Especially since she confiscated so many adult videos from Ye Qianxue, as a vigorous young woman and a responsible older sister, she needed to understand her younger sister's interests and hobbies.

Therefore, Yan Ziming's approach was to start by understanding the little butter that she had confiscated.

All of the above is nonsense; it's just that Yan Zimo wanted to play around.

But what happened today was too mind-boggling. Yan Ziming felt drowsy and sleepy. If it weren't for Mu Mu, that big bad wolf, she would have just covered her head and gone to sleep.

"It's okay, go to sleep, goodnight." Mu Mu said softly, covered Yan Ziming with the blanket, turned off the light, and everything became pitch black. Yan Ziming fell into the deepest sleep.

Then he felt a cold breeze blowing in from under the covers, and a warm, soft, and delicate body slipped in and embraced Yan Ziming.

Instantly, the sleepiness I had just felt vanished.

Go back to your room and sleep.

"Sister, I'm completely naked right now, are you sure you don't want a beautiful encounter?"

As she said this, Mu Mu tightened her embrace of Yan Ziming, her two large, soft mounds pressing against Yan Ziming's back as if there were no obstruction through the thin pajamas.

Her pretty face flushed rapidly, and Yan Ziming said in a trembling voice:

"No interest! Go back now!"

Don't be fooled by Mu Mu's current initiative; if things really came to that, Yan Ziming would definitely be the one being forced into it. Otherwise, how could Yan Ziming resist such a stunning beauty offering herself up like this?

Even so, Mu Mu won't give up, right?

"Tch—no fun, goodnight, little Momo~"

Mu Mu, unusually, didn't linger there, even though Yan Ziming couldn't help but speak after only ten seconds or so.

"Hmm... Goodnight."

Everything fell silent. After confirming that Mu Mu had left, Yan Ziming fell into a deep sleep in less than a minute.

……

"Hey, Zimo, you're asleep."

"Hmm, you're finally awake."

The seemingly insane conversation felt perfectly natural in this space.

Yan Ziming is now in a blue space. As far as the eye can see, everything is blue. Time seems to have lost its concept here, and there is no sense of its passing.

At that moment, a little girl who was no more than 1.2 meters tall wrapped her arms around Yan Ziming's neck and hung on her back, behaving very intimately.

Her long, blue-purple hair was loose and stretched out, making her taller than herself. Then there were her blue-purple eyes, delicate and picturesque features, and a standard loli figure. She was lying on Yan Ziming's back with a mischievous grin on her face.

"I said, can you please stop lunging at me like this every time? I think a ghost is stuck to my back."

Yan Ziming grabbed the little girl by the back of her collar and pulled her in front of him. The little girl screamed angrily.

"How dare you call the noble Mo Xin a ghost! Mo Xin is furious, and the consequences will be severe!"

"Okay, it's my fault, I'll make it up to you!" Yan Ziming pressed her down in front of his breasts and rubbed them hard. When Mo Xin came out, her little tongue was sticking out, and she had a mischievous look on her face.

"Tell me quickly why you called me here?"

Originally, Yan Ziming was dreaming that she was being incredibly powerful and had successfully seduced Mu Mu. Just as things were getting serious, her consciousness was sucked here by Mo Xin.

To be precise, they were sucked into the Raise.

Mo Xin can be considered the spirit of Lei Qie. Ever since Liu Mengxian used her to kill the Grim Reaper, the spirituality of the sequence-level mutated species was completely devoured by Lei Qie under Liu Mengxian's guidance, and then this little loli was born.

When Yan Ziming first saw this guy, she was extremely surprised. Apart from reading about cultivation novels, she had never heard of a weapon having a soul.

Later, she learned from Mo Xin that she had been nurtured in Leiqie by Liu Mengxian a long time ago.

Before that, she was unable to speak or move until the spirit of death was completely absorbed by her, which is why she looks like this now.

His admiration for Liu Mengxian's unparalleled abilities grew even stronger. She was practically a giant bug in the human world, creating miracles that shocked the world.

Yan Ziming even suspected that she might be an ancient demon who had lived since ancient times.

"Can you please stop bullying me with those big watermelons!" Mo Xin flew into the air, still shaken, and looked at Yan Ziming with a resentful expression.

"I see you're always quite happy, you're a typical example of saying one thing but meaning another."

"I don't!"

"If you have it, you have to admit it, otherwise we won't give it to you anymore."

"I-didn't-did-!" Mo Xin flew to Yan Ziming's chest and raised her little pink fists to rain down on Yan Ziming's body. The moderate force made Yan Ziming close his eyes in comfort.

"Hmm...yes, right there, a little harder..."

"Eh? What did you say?"

Oops, I accidentally blurted out my true thoughts!

After a moment's thought, Mo Xin suddenly understood. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Yan Ziming with a broken heart.

Yan Ziming couldn't bear to see girls cry, especially since Mo Xin was such an adorable little girl. He picked her up and comforted her.

"I'm sorry, Mo Xin, I made you cry."

"I'm not crying!"

"Okay, okay, you didn't cry. Can you forgive me?"

"......Um."

Mo Xin nodded her little head. During the time when they first met, she had been made to cry by Yan Zimo countless times. But every time she was hugged by Yan Zimo, she felt a sense of security filling her newly formed and slightly empty heart.

Even her name was chosen by Yan Ziming, and like her, it contains the character 'Mo'.

When Yan Ziming gave her this name, she seemed to undergo a tremendous transformation, from an emotionless spirit into a cheerful and lively little girl with joys and sorrows, no longer a lifeless object that could only answer questions.

"So, what is it that you summoned me here?"

Mo Xin flew into the air, her two legs, clad in blue-purple over-the-knee socks, swaying back and forth, captivating Yan Ziming's attention.

This was something Yan Ziming specifically asked Mo Xin to wear during a heart-to-heart talk with her, saying it would add some vitality to her. As for the real purpose... well, the real purpose was too sordid to mention.

"My master sent me a message yesterday."

"Master?...Oh! Xian'er, right? Well, I'm your master now. Even though Xian'er created you, can't you call me master too?"

She also wanted to experience being the master, to be called master by such an adorable little loli...tsk tsk, just thinking about it made Yan Ziming feel a little restless.

But Mo Xin refused to do so, only willing to call Liu Mengxian "master," and always only called Yan Zimo by her name.

"No way!"

"Why? Just once, just call me 'Master,' that would be fine!"

"Because... Zimo, you are special..."

"What?"

Mo Xin's voice was too soft, and Yan Ziming couldn't hear it clearly.

"I said you're an idiot—" Mo Xin shouted in a self-deprecating manner, realizing that she hadn't heard her when she finally spoke her mind.

But Mo Xin was still a little relieved. If Yan Ziming had heard it, given his nasty personality, she might have been teased to death by him.

"Ahem, listen carefully. The master said he'll send you out to sea when he has time. He has some good things for you there."

"What good stuff?"

"I don't know, my master said there was a dead...snake?"