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

At that moment, no one was home.

Her younger sister, Ye Qianxue, felt a sense of urgency and took the initiative to continue venturing out into the world, taking Xiaoze with her on her journeys to try and break through to the ninth rank as soon as possible.

Mu Mu was outside, and Yan Ziming didn't know where she was, but she had clearly stated that she was preparing for the bet.

Liu Mengxian didn't know where she had gone; she hadn't seen her for several days.

Yan Ziming stretched out her slender arm and answered the phone: "Hello, who is this?"

"it's me."

Hearing the voice, Yan Ziming, who had just woken up, became a little more alert. "Senior Huang Tao."

She thought to herself that it was time.

Because of Yan Shan's passing, the national government departments, in a very tacit way, did not come knocking on my door for three months, so I could say I had three months of peace and quiet.

But it only lasted three months.

Three months have passed since Yan Shan's death, and the morale of the Chinese people has been low for three months as well. It's time to give them a shot of adrenaline to boost morale.

After all, Yan Ziming has risen to the ninth rank and is Yan Shan's niece. It would really be unreasonable if she didn't hold a well-deserved position in the upper echelons of China.

It was the same when Mu Mu broke through to the ninth level. Although they didn't manage to get much in the end, they just let her be listed in name only.

Yan Ziming had already thought of an answer to this matter, but unexpectedly, Huang Tao did not want to tell her about it.

"Do you have time to come to the Sichuan Military and Administrative Region?"

"Now?"

"It can be later, just tell me if you're free."

"Hmm...yes, there is, but is it about me?" To be honest, Yan Ziming didn't really want to go.

However, since it was an invitation from an elder, Yan Ziming felt embarrassed to refuse.

"It's about your uncle," Huang Tao said slowly on the other end of the phone.

Yan Ziming's mouth opened slightly, and she was stunned for a moment before replying, "Ah... um, I know."

"You know? Who told you?"

"Yes, a month ago."

A month ago, Yan Ziming knew that Yan Shan was not actually dead, but it was no different from being dead.

After all, the hope was too slim. After failing once and reaching a dead end, it was extremely difficult to find a correct path again.

It's so difficult that it can make you feel hopeless.

Yan Ziming wasn't worried, after all, that person was a marshal of China... No one doubted his abilities, believing that he could turn the impossible into the possible, and that even the smallest, most illusory glimmer of hope could be firmly grasped by him.

“Oh, I was talking about what happened right now. He left just five minutes ago.”

a bolt from the blue.

Yan Ziming's delicate body trembled violently, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

In the end... did it fail?

Noticing that Yan Ziming hadn't spoken for a long time, Huang Tao realized he had misspoke and quickly corrected himself, "No, he's not dead. I meant exactly what I said."

Damn it! Give me back my tears!

"Then what happened?"

“Half an hour ago, I received a message from the institution that housed him, saying that he broke out of the treatment pod and left. Just now, he appeared in my office.”

"So that means?!" Yan Ziming's eyes gleamed with joy.

However, Huang Tao's answer was not what she expected: "No... that's what he told me, then he said 'Don't come looking for me,' and then he disappeared."

"what?"

"So I wanted to ask if he came to see you. It seems he hasn't."

Yan Ziming's expression turned slightly disappointed, but more than that, it was filled with joy.

Being alive is the most important thing.

As long as a person is alive, as long as they yearn for light and for the future, then no matter how tragic their experiences may be, they will never truly die.

Yan Shan first taught her this phrase, and later she taught it to Ye Qianxue. She continues to practice this belief to this day.

Therefore, Yan Zimo had reason to believe that Yan Shan was also persistently putting this belief into practice.

Even if Yan Shan didn't come looking for her, Yan Zimo had no need to go looking for him; when the time came, he would naturally appear.

Yan Ziming guessed that Yan Shan was making a last-ditch effort, gambling on that slimest of possibilities.

If he succeeds, he will naturally reappear before the world; if he fails, he will not reappear even after thousands of years.

"Did my uncle say anything else?"

"No, just seven words. They really are sparing with words!"

A joke that's neither too cold nor too hot.

After hearing the good news, Yan Ziming had no more doubts. "Is there anything else, Senior Huang Tao?"

"No... no, there is." Huang Tao paused, as if he had thought about it for a long time before making the decision, "Are you interested in taking on the title of marshal?"

"Senior, you flatter me..." Yan Zimo said with a wry smile.

"Haha, just kidding. But it's about time you stretched your legs a bit, isn't it? We've all been incredibly busy lately since Lao Shan left, and we can't find Mu Mu anywhere. You see..."

Huang Tao was very polite. Even now, he could no longer look down on Yan Ziming. The change was very obvious.

Sometimes, a change in one's strength can fundamentally change how those around you treat you.

"Mu Mu said she needs to seize the time to break through to the Void Spirit Realm, so it's normal that you can't find her. I haven't seen her many times during this period either."

Because of this arrangement, Yan Ziming and Mu Mu had to postpone their agreed-upon battle until she broke through to the Void Spirit Realm.

Judging by the timeline, it should be soon.

"Oh? That's really good news." Huang Tao was also very happy.

In the present day, the ninth rank is undoubtedly somewhat 'devalued' compared to the past, and the number of people in the Void Spirit Realm is directly linked to the strength of a country.

Currently, there are only three people in the Void Spirit Realm in China: Huang Tao, Mo Sheng, and Xue Yunling.

It seems that Qin Tianhai will never reach the Void Spirit Realm in his lifetime, remaining stuck at the peak of the Divine Gathering Realm without making any progress, which is truly a sad thing.

"Getting back to the main point, what do you mean?"

"...I'd rather not."

Yan Ziming told Huang Tao the answer she had come up with earlier.

Even if it's just a nominal appointment, it's not acceptable.

She doesn't need to impose so many constraints on herself; these constraints will only drag her down and affect her future.

Yan Ziming even felt that if Yan Shan hadn't been busy in the position of marshal for so long, focusing on his own path, with his talent, he might have already passed away.

"Sigh...just like Lao Shan said."

"Yes, I'm very sorry, Senior Huang Tao, but if there's anything I can help you with, please feel free to come to me."

"Okay, that's all."

"Goodbye."

Yan Ziming hung up the phone, feeling somewhat melancholy.

said it.

Moreover, the other party didn't insist, which saved a lot of trouble.

With a touch of longing, Yan Ziming gazed out the window at the distant sky.

Her future is a vast starry sky, not a caged bird confined to a single country; she will become even stronger.

1. Seeking advice

Yan Ziming hung up the phone and realized she wasn't sleepy anymore. She couldn't sleep at all after learning that her uncle was still alive.

She simply took off her pajamas and put on her usual uniform. Because it was winter, her over-the-knee socks had been replaced with pantyhose.

Although it makes no difference to her as a superhuman being whether she wears it or not, a habit is a habit, and it can be considered a kind of sentiment.

Gently slip your lotus feet into the heel of the sock, then use both hands to widen the sock band so that your fair calves and thighs can slip in smoothly. Make sure the toe of the sock matches the heel perfectly, then stand up and gently pull it up to near your lower abdomen.

"Hoo hoo... It's definitely better to wear these clothes..." Yan Ziming nodded in satisfaction.

She wasn't wearing the thick version for winter; on the contrary, it was as thin as a cicada's wing, smooth and silky, reflecting light to some extent, perfectly fitting her curves, and subtly revealing her flesh color.

Especially the heel and the arch of the foot, the flesh color that shines through and the slight reflection make you want to gently scratch it with your fingertips. I bet the owner of these beautiful feet will laugh with ticklishness.

Ta-da...

Yan Ziming walked into the living room, intending to soak up the purple aura of the rising sun on the balcony as usual... Just kidding, but in that kind of atmosphere, you can definitely see more than usual.

However, she was slightly taken aback when she saw Liu Mengxian sitting on the sofa.