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

Her expression was full of disbelief, her delicate body trembled, and her gaze swept back and forth between Yan Ziming and Mo Xin, her thoughts wavering.

No, that can't be!

The one who should have taken my sister's virginity was Chiyuki, but, but—?!

—From now on, Mo Xin will be your little sister!

The words Yan Ziming had said to her kept echoing in her mind; she seemed to have often seen them in melodramatic romance dramas.

She looked at Mo Xin with a wavering expression, a guess forming in her mind.

No wonder Qianxue suddenly had a younger sister. It turns out that her older sister already had an illegitimate daughter, and that person was Moxin!

But... is it really possible for women to have children? Should Qianxue try it sometime...? Qianxue would accept Moxin too, but I wonder what her master sister would think...

Ye Qianxue's bright eyes turned into mosquito coil-like eyes, darting around and around, and her body gradually swayed before she collapsed onto Yan Ziming.

"Hey, wake up—what are you thinking? Don't let your imagination run wild and conjure up any horrible scenes, you perverted little sister!"

Yan Ziming patted her soft, bouncy face and said helplessly.

Judging from her expression, you can tell that her imagination has run wild again, and her thoughts are so out of control that if she continues to indulge in these delusions, who knows what kind of huge misunderstanding might occur.

Liu Mengxian had already walked to Yan Ziming's side and said with a charming smile, "Your little sister is really cute."

After saying that, just as he had done to Yan Ziming before, he lightly tapped Ye Qianxue's forehead, and she immediately regained her senses.

"Don't overthink it. There's more than one way to create life. Mo Xin was created by Mo'er and me using one of those methods."

Liu Mengxian answered her questions, but Ye Qianxue only grasped the general idea and accepted the explanation in a daze.

"Mo Xin, come, sit here with me." Liu Mengxian patted her thigh and said to Mo Xin.

“...Hmm.” Mo Xin hesitated for a moment, then got up and sat on Liu Mengxian’s lap.

"Looking at them this way... they really do look like mother and daughter!" Yan Ziming thought to himself.

Two people who look exactly alike, the smaller one sitting on the larger one's lap, are both so stunningly beautiful that they look like a mother and daughter.

"Xian'er, what brings you to my house all of a sudden?"

Although Yan Ziming had always wanted Liu Mengxian to teach him some ancient Chinese magic techniques when she appeared again, he couldn't say anything when he actually met her, and could only offer some polite words.

"Let's talk about the specifics first, then let the person outside come in. It's not good to keep him waiting."

Liu Mengxian placed her hands on Mo Xin's knees, speaking in her usual unhurried manner, exuding the air of a wise and virtuous person. In Yan Ziming's eyes, she was more composed than the pillars of China.

"Outside the door? Who is it?" Ye Qianxue asked, puzzled.

Just then, the door in the corridor suddenly opened, revealing Yan Shan standing outside with his hands behind his back.

He seemed somewhat confused, especially when his gaze fell upon Liu Mengxian, who was sitting quietly on the sofa. His usually calm eyes finally revealed a stormy sea.

He originally came to see Yan Ziming, but as he approached the door—no, as he got closer to the apartment building—he felt a sense of oppression, much like the suppression he felt from the Soul Heaven Realm expert in Yongjing.

So he stopped in front of the door, unsure whether to go forward, when the door opened by itself.

What came into his view was 'the only one'.

The origin of all things in this world seems to be the center of the entire universe, stealing all the light from the past and present.

In his eyes, Liu Mengxian was just that kind of person.

It's not just her beautiful appearance, but also her strength.

"Uncle! What brings you here too!" Yan Ziming stood up to greet him and introduced Liu Mengxian to Yan Shan.

They breathed a sigh of relief when they learned that Yan Shan had learned Liu Mengxian's identity from Yan Ziming. At least, she was a friend, not an enemy, and wouldn't have any ill intentions towards them.

but...

Is she really only at the Soul Heaven Realm?!

Yan Shan had this thought in his mind. He had already broken through the barrier of the Sequence Level, but he felt that the aura emanating from Liu Mengxian in front of him was still as deep as an abyss, as if it were a black hole that devoured everything and could never be fathomed.

"Hello."

"Hello, thank you for your help last time, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't be alive today."

Liu Mengxian greeted him gently, and Yan Shan, being a worldly man, immediately understood and thanked her without making a sound.

It sounds a bit like an official statement.

In any case, he represents China, and it is impossible for him to bow down to anyone, even if that person is Hun Tian!

"It was just a side action; it broke the rules first... I also warned the other one, and he won't be making any moves in the near future."

Liu Mengxian answered, and Yan Shan pondered for a moment, then immediately felt a deep respect for her.

He still remembered that on that battlefield in Yongjing, there was not only one leader present, but another was the infamous Tyrant King!

If even that kind of being has to make a move, even if they fight off the Grim Reaper, what will they have left to fight the tyrant?

Just like the Yongjing Emperor, he could not escape the fate of complete destruction, and the entire nation of China was in danger of disintegration.

It turns out that back then, Liu Mengxian had already taken action to intimidate another rank. Yan Shan was worried for quite a while and didn't dare to lift the military alert for three consecutive days. He even called Qin Tianhai over to prevent a sudden attack by the tyrant.

"Your Majesty truly possesses extraordinary abilities..." Yan Shan exclaimed, his voice filled with admiration.

"It's alright, it's just my duty..."

"What are you talking about?" Yan Ziming suddenly interrupted.

Yan Shan glanced at her meaningfully and sighed in disappointment.

"I'm sorry you had to see my silly niece. Thank you for taking care of her."

"I quite like her...she's a very interesting girl."

interesting......

Yan Ziming's lips twitched. It was one thing for her uncle to be criticizing her, but it also felt like Liu Mengxian was criticizing her as well.

But she said she liked me, right? She said it, didn't she?

Yan Ziming knew perfectly well that Liu Mengxian didn't mean it that way, but he still deliberately thought in that direction, and was secretly overjoyed.

"That's what makes it so interesting..."

Liu Mengxian looked at her with a half-smile, and Yan Ziming broke out in a cold sweat.

Her starry eyes could see into people's hearts, leaving no room for others to hide their thoughts. Yan Ziming's was no exception; she captured his deepest delusions.

"I will stay with Mo'er for a while. If anything happens, there's no rush. You can think it over before you come."

"Eh? Xian'er, are you going to stay here?" Yan Ziming asked in surprise, never expecting such an unexpected turn of events.

More importantly... she doesn't have any extra beds at home!

When the time comes, Ye Qianxue will inevitably have to share a bed with her, but she won't dare to do anything intimate with him; she still has her pride.

"Yes, they won't be leaving for at least a month or two." Liu Mengxian nodded in agreement.

"That's great!"

Yan Ziming was overjoyed. A month or two would be enough time for her to learn a lot from Xian'er and also to get to know her better. After all, they were still too unfamiliar with each other, and even normal conversation was difficult for them.

With a helpless glance at Yan Ziming, Yan Shan stood up and said, "Since the problem has been solved, I won't disturb your reminiscing any longer."

Like Liu Mengxian, Yan Shan was the kind of person who came and went like the wind, displaying the demeanor of a master.

[I have a feeling that my uncle has changed again...] Yan Ziming knew that Yan Shan had broken through to the Sequence Level, so there were bound to be changes, but what she felt was a deeper level of change.

"Xian'er, I want more..."

Yan Ziming was busy agreeing to Liu Mengxian's request when he discovered that she had moved to a different spot and fallen asleep...

Holding Mo Xin, she leaned against Ye Qianxue and fell asleep...

"Why do I keep feeling...like I'm being ostracized? Damn it! I really want Xian'er to fall asleep next to me!!!"

Inside the living room, what you can't hear is someone's deepest, most envious cry.

Chapter Eight Measures

"Senior Yan Shan, you're back so early?"

When Mo Sheng saw Yan Shan return shortly after leaving, she put down her work and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, plans never keep up with changes. When we got there, we found that the problem had already been solved."

Upon returning, Yan Shan immediately threw himself into another official task, leaving him no free time whatsoever.

He originally intended to go to the United States in person and sneak in as an ordinary tourist.

It should be understood that the United States has been at odds with China for a long time, and its desire to destroy China will never die. It is hard to guarantee that it will not do something that causes international disputes.

Although China is one of the organizers of this Civilization Cup, the main venue is located in the heart of the United States—the Seventh District.

On their home turf, Yan Shan couldn't afford to be careless. This country would stop at nothing to stop using underhanded tactics. If, due to their own negligence, China's elite talents were secretly eliminated in the United States, they would have nowhere to turn for help.

Furthermore, the reason for saying we need to infiltrate is because we are worried about what kind of negative reaction the United States might have.

Generally, in international events that require important figures from various countries to be present in the same place, people of sufficiently high status must be sent, but there must be a limit, and the major powers tacitly understand this among themselves.

For example, whenever the United States visits China or the other three major UN powers, it is Hyde or several ninth-rank officials who go; Luther has never gone.