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

Does the United States really intend to intercept and kill her?

Yan Ziming's first thought was this, but she immediately rejected it. After the lightning flashed, the person turned into a withered, charred corpse.

He's too weak, probably only at the fifth rank. Even if you were sending an assassin, you wouldn't choose such a piece of trash.

Chapter 108 Compatriots

A dazzling blue-purple lightning bolt struck down from the sky.

The guy who attacked Yan Zimo left this beautiful world without even putting up a decent resistance. In terms of strength, he was nothing more than a fifth-tier trash.

However, this is only true relative to Yan Ziming. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is already a very impressive person.

The streets are now in complete chaos. The massive crowd that the protesters had gathered to create momentum has become a huge burden, leading to a series of stampedes. The crowd then collapsed like dominoes, creating a chaotic scene.

The guy who was killed by Yan Ziming was so badly overlooked that the crowd completely engulfed him.

"It would be best to leave now."

Yan Ziming frowned. Thanks to his strong physique, he hadn't become a "stepping stone" for these guys. He had also managed to cripple several groping hands that tried to take advantage of him in the chaos. He was starting to consider leaving.

There are too many people here. If an accident happens, it could result in serious casualties. She might get involved.

Well, although there have already been quite a few deaths and injuries.

Just as Yan Ziming was about to slip away, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old suddenly bumped into him from the crowd in front of him.

"Um?!"

The girl let out a soft moan, and before she could even glance at Yan Ziming, she changed direction and prepared to continue her escape.

"Hey, isn't it incredibly rude of you to hit someone and then try to run away?"

Yan Ziming grabbed her hand, preventing her from escaping.

She wasn't that petty, wanting to settle scores just because someone bumped into her. The reason she pulled the girl back was because the person who bumped into her was Chinese.

Since we are all compatriots, we should naturally lend a hand when we see each other, otherwise, if we walk along with the crowd, we will most likely die a violent death.

It would be such a tragedy if such a beautiful girl died in a foreign land. (That's the important point.)

Seeing that the girl was still trying to break free after he had caught her, Yan Ziming simply pulled her backward and flew her up into the air. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and flew into the air.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness from the height difference terrified the girl, causing her to instinctively cling to Yan Ziming and scream loudly.

Yan Ziming covered her ear with her other hand, almost rupturing her eardrum from the extremely high-decibel scream.

Wow! Are all girls' screams that terrifying?!

He took her to a relatively open and safe place to settle down. Yan Ziming couldn't stand the screaming anymore. The screaming was so loud that it made him feel like he wanted to rape her. The glaring stares from passersby made her face turn red with embarrassment.

The feeling of solid ground beneath her feet finally returned, and the girl's anxious heart finally found peace.

Before she could even feel happy, she realized something even more terrifying, and her face turned ashen.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to! Please let me go..."

The girl knew she had bumped into someone she couldn't afford to offend, and who was likely a powerful superhuman. Her survival instincts compelled her to quickly bow her head and apologize.

She spoke very quickly, and Yan Ziming almost couldn't understand what she was saying, but at least he could tell she was speaking Chinese, which strengthened his resolve to protect her.

"Are you stupid?! Look up and see who you bumped into before you talk, okay?"

"Eh?"

Instead of the rough, masculine voice she had imagined, she heard a clear, melodious female voice, which helped the girl recover from her shock.

Looking up, he saw a woman of exceptional beauty, gazing at him with a mixture of seriousness and concern.

Yan Ziming was stunned.

Yan Ziming knew from a fleeting glimpse that the girl was exceptionally beautiful, but now that he had seen her face in person, she was far more stunning than he had imagined.

She had long, black hair typical of Chinese people, as smooth as silk, fair and delicate skin, a straight and elegant nose, and beautifully shaped cherry lips. Her exquisite features created a picture-perfect beauty.

She often reveals a flustered yet stubborn expression, and her pitiful, starry eyes are captivating. She is the type who is easily flustered, which makes her seem somewhat naive.

If Yan Ziming were to rate this girl, she would definitely give her a perfect 10.

"what--!"

The girl screamed again, and Yan Ziming instinctively covered his ears.

What's wrong? What's wrong? Why are you yelling again out of the blue?

"You, you are!!!" The girl pointed at Yan Ziming excitedly, speechless for a moment.

"Ah...it's me."

Yan Ziming understood; it turned out to be another one of her little fangirls, screaming wildly upon seeing her idol.

Ah! My damned, irresistible charm~~

After her initial elation, the girl suddenly bowed to Yan Ziming: "I am so grateful for your help some time ago."

"Ah?"

When have I ever saved such a beautiful girl?

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't form a clear image of this girl. It wasn't like Yan Ziming said that she would never forget such a beautiful girl once she had met her.

The girl noticed Yan Ziming's confusion and added, "Ha... it's normal that you don't know me. I was just watching from below."

"Huh..." Yan Ziming still didn't quite understand. "Sorry, I really can't remember. Could you tell me the specific time?"

"Just yesterday, you killed a huge monster nearby. That was amazing!"

"......"

If Yan Ziming's guess is correct, the person this girl should thank is Xian'er.

She wasn't here yesterday; she was sleeping soundly at home, and besides, she didn't have the ability to kill a Sequence-level creature.

Yan Ziming scratched the back of his head, somewhat embarrassed: "That person...it wasn't actually me...Aren't you disappointed?"

With a quick glance, the girl clearly looked unconvinced and argued, "Who are you kidding? Besides you, who else in this world can control the wind and rain like a god?"

“I’m—!”

Yan Ziming was both amused and exasperated. She really had no explanation for this, since it was her most distinctive feature. Whenever people saw thunderclouds suddenly appear in the sky, they would know who had caused it.

"But that's really not me!" Yan Ziming still wanted to try to salvage the situation.

"Even if that person wasn't you, you were the one who just rescued me from that chaotic scene, right?"

The girl's demeanor suddenly changed, and she smiled mischievously.

"Uh... cough cough, alright, why did you get involved? Don't you know how dangerous it is outside? I'm taking you to the Chinese embassy now. If there's nothing else, don't come out for the time being."

Yan Ziming changed the subject, grabbed the girl's hand, hugged her, and then flew into the sky just like before.

"No, I don't want to go there!" The girl kicked her legs violently in protest for some reason.

"Where do you want to go?"

Pretty girls always have special privileges. Yan Ziming landed on the roof of a building, put her down, and asked helplessly.

"have no idea......"

The girl tapped her index fingers together, making Yan Ziming both annoyed and amused: "Then let me ask you, do you want to stay in the United States or go back to China?"

"Go back!" the girl answered instantly.

"Row."

Yan Ziming led her toward the accommodations that Manchaluo and the others had arranged for her.

Chapter 109 Postponed

"You stay right here and don't go anywhere. If you run around and get caught, I won't be responsible for you."

Yan Ziming put his hands on his hips, gave some instructions to the black-clad stewards at the door, and then went off to do his own thing.

As luck would have it, she had just returned when she received news from Mandala that it was time for her to take action, so Yan Ziming rushed over in a hurry.

"Here it comes, here it comes, don't rush me!"

Yan Ziming flung open the door and walked to the bedside where Mandala was. He found that her hair was soaked with sweat, she was trembling uncontrollably, and her skin was pale and bloodless.

It looks like it's about to begin.

Just like when he brought Tiantian back last time, Yan Ziming began a series of procedures...

..........

"Damn! I thought Yan Shan was already the most awesome one, but there's someone even more awesome here!"

After reviewing the intelligence brought by his subordinates, Ide couldn't help but curse and slumped into his chair.

Before him stood an old man, smiling broadly. He was the leader of the tribe, the so-called "Your Majesty," possessing the strength of a ninth-rank cultivator, though he was now half-crippled.

Oh no, perhaps it should be called "former emperor" now; the current emperor is the young man standing before him.

As for him, the former emperor, he now serves as an advisor or, more accurately, a national strategist.