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

Yan Ziming breathed a sigh of relief, and with a little trepidation, he raised his teacup, intending to savor it properly, and took a small sip.

At this moment, Liu Mengxian said calmly, "You said I would be a good wife... but some time ago, you said I was more terrifying than the devil?"

"Pfft... Uh cough cough, cough cough!"

Yan Ziming almost bit his tongue, looking up at Liu Mengxian in horror, "Did I say that?"

"Don't let Xian'er's gentle and charming appearance fool you; when she really explodes, she's more terrifying than a devil!" That's what you said, right?

Liu Mengxian lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly spots, her ethereal eyes slightly closed, like a cold moon hiding behind the clouds.

Yan Ziming was sweating profusely.

Memories were stirred up in my mind.

That was what he said to Ye Qianxue when Liu Mengxian first arrived on Odyssey's territory.

And he said it with a very confident tone.

Yan Ziming forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "I... I was praising you... praising you..."

"praise me?"

Liu Mengxian moved closer to Yan Ziming, her form-fitting dress outlining her graceful figure, every move she made was designed to provoke his bottom line.

"So, would you rather I be a devil... or a gentle and lovely wife?"

"......"

What is Xian'er thinking? What is she thinking? How should I answer her?!

The art style changed too quickly; Yan Ziming is having trouble keeping up. Is this a death sentence?

Yan Ziming slightly shifted her gaze, her heart filled with extreme shyness and nervousness. A blush spread across her delicate, jade-like face, making her look exquisitely beautiful.

"Of course it's... wife, wife... wait a minute, Xian'er, how did you hear that?! I was eight hundred miles away from you!"

With a sharp turn, Yan Ziming brought the car to a stop at the last second.

However, I always feel like I've missed some opportunity?

Liu Mengxian brushed aside a strand of long hair that had fallen to her ear, sat up straight, and took a sip of tea.

“Mo Xin told me. She recently complained to me that you’ve been neglecting her.”

"Oh, it's Mo Xin. She's been sleeping all day lately, only getting up at night. I spent a lot of time with her last night..."

Yan Ziming stopped talking midway through his speech.

"Have you finally realized where the problem lies?"

Mo Xin, in the form of a little girl, flashed out of Yan Ziming's body, climbed onto her neck, and pinched her cheeks in dissatisfaction.

"Ahem, I am reflecting on my actions." Yan Ziming coughed awkwardly twice.

It seems she rarely has a peaceful night; she's always occupied by Mu Mu and Ye Qianxue.

However, Mo Xin was very considerate and didn't say it in front of Liu Mengxian, for which Yan Ziming was very grateful, but still a little resentful.

Yan Ziming's cheeks puffed out slightly as he muttered, "You two, mother and daughter, schemed against me!"

"She is also your daughter," Liu Mengxian said calmly.

"..."

Yan Ziming and Mo Xin's faces both stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

It had been a while since I'd heard that word, and every time Yan Ziming heard it from Liu Mengxian's lips, it made her feel a pang of pain.

What kind of daughter is this?! I treat her like a younger sister, but you want her to be my daughter?!

Mo Xin poked her index finger and mumbled softly, "Um... Zi Mo and I aren't in that kind of relationship..."

The smile on Liu Mengxian's face seemed to have changed slightly. "Fine, since you're unwilling, I won't force you."

For the first time, Yan Ziming felt that Liu Mengxian's smiles were never a good sign, so she quickly changed the subject, "Well, Mo Xin, have you been sleeping a lot lately?"

“It seems so.”

Mo Xin reflected on the number of times she had woken up recently and felt there was a trend, but after thinking about it for a moment, she felt relieved:

"Well, after all, Zi Mo, you've become a Thunder Spirit, and my connection with you has become much closer. I often fall asleep without realizing it, and I sleep very comfortably, like... uh, anyway, it's very comfortable, the kind of sleep that makes you not want to wake up for three days straight."

"Ha... Spend more time with Qianxue, she's been saying she wants to see you lately."

"Okay, I'll go find her now."

"Hey, she's still sleeping—"

Before she could finish speaking, Mo Xin ran inside. Yan Ziming didn't have time to stop her, but he understood why she ran so fast.

She glanced furtively at the person beside her, only to find that Liu Mengxian had been watching her the whole time, her deep and calm gaze instantly captivating her.

Yan Ziming quickly averted his gaze, awkwardly picked up the remote and turned on the TV, saying hurriedly, "Let's watch something."

As soon as the television was turned on, it showed a press conference held by the Ministry of National Defense, the content of which immediately caught Yan Ziming's attention.

—"Our peace talks with Odyssey will be held in the North An Military Administrative District."

Chapter Seventy-One: Heartfelt Words

The talks with Odyssey will be held in the North An Military Administrative District—this is how Defense Ministry spokesman Mo Sheng stated the matter on television.

And the date is set for tomorrow!

"Ah this."

Yan Ziming was surprised by this. Why was it suddenly decided to be in Bei'an? And tomorrow no less.

While it's inevitable that this news will be released to the public, it should have been after the peace talks. What's the point of releasing it now, other than inflaming public sentiment?

However, upon reflection, it seems that the decision on this matter cannot be made by China alone.

Especially in the United States, given the politicians' habit of shifting blame, with their country currently mired in turmoil caused by alienation, they urgently need a significant event to divert the attention of their citizens.

In the past, when the economy was turbulent and morale was low, their solution was simple and brutal: to wage war against foreign powers.

The best place to start a war is the Middle East, an oil-rich continent that has been embroiled in conflict for a century.

Apart from China, all four permanent members of the UN Security Council have waged proxy wars there, especially in the United States, in order to divert public attention and garner votes. This is a daily routine for politicians in the United States.

Therefore, this Odyssey can be said to have solved their immediate problem.

—Prehistoric civilization, the instigator of massive tsunamis, causing enormous casualties.

These alone were enough to draw the hatred of the entire United States population to Odyssey, instantly maximizing the hatred towards him, like a powder keg that had been accumulating to its limit, ready to explode at any moment.

The existence of prehistoric civilizations is probably common knowledge by now.

Since everyone else has made it public, how can China keep it a secret? It can only follow suit and announce the matter to the public.

As for why the location was chosen in the Beian Military Administrative District, Yan Ziming could not fathom the thoughts of these important figures, nor was there any need to do so.

Tomorrow, the Bei'an Military Administrative District will... no, it has already become a place where the world's attention is focused.

The strongest gather!

There will be even more powerful players than in District 7 during the Civilization Cup, and the eyes of the whole world will be focused here, making it even more spectacular than when the United Nations holds a meeting.

[I have a feeling that some trouble is about to befall me...] Yan Ziming thought to himself.

Speaking of which, why did Xian'er allow their spaceship to go into space back then?

"Mo'er."

Liu Mengxian suddenly called out to Yan Ziming, and Yan Ziming's attention immediately drifted away from the television.

"Is there something you want to ask me?"

"No, no..." Yan Ziming replied nervously.

Liu Mengxian seemed somewhat displeased, and flicked Yan Ziming's nose lightly with her finger, "You don't need to hide anything from me like this."

Yan Ziming blushed and covered her nose, feeling somewhat embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, she asked truthfully, "Why did you suddenly leave that day, Xian'er?"

After a moment of silence, Liu Mengxian revealed her usual calm and indifferent expression and said, "Just practicing my own principles."

For some reason, Yan Ziming felt that the person sitting next to him at this moment was not the gentle and lovely fairy, but the eternal one who remained unchanged through the ages, standing firm despite the passage of time.

Deeply captivated by Liu Mengxian's charm, Yan Ziming subconsciously asked, "Xian'er, what are your principles?"

Liu Mengxian's answer was also very simple: "A passerby in this mortal world."

“A passerby in this mortal world…” Yan Zimo murmured, repeating it over and over.

As the name suggests, it means to be a traveler of time, free from any constraints, leaving no trace, and passing through endless years.

No wonder she left back then.

Not directly participating in collective or national conflicts, and wanting to remain a passerby, is also a principle that must be adhered to.

But......

Yan Ziming looked sincerely at Liu Mengxian and couldn't help but reveal his true feelings: "But don't you feel a little too lonely like this?"

Not participating in any era and isolating oneself from worldly troubles may bring a lot of leisure, but it will always lack fun.