Apocalypse: The White Moonlight Became a Possessive Mad Dog

Shen Chengyin curled his lips into a smile, his eyes filled with laughter.

He suddenly spoke, "Wait for me here."

Where are you going?

"Leave them a gift."

Cheng Yibin doesn't like to establish diplomatic relations and use others to cut off their escape route.

Then he might as well make Cheng Yibin himself unable to protect himself.

After saying this, Shen Chengyin turned and left, his figure disappearing swiftly into the shadows between the paddy fields.

The system popped up with a puzzled look: [Strange, this kid just left so decisively? Did he really leave you here alone?]

For such a long time, he followed Su Han everywhere, even when she went to the bathroom; the two of them were never apart for a second. Has his possessiveness vanished without a trace?

As soon as she finished speaking, a dark green vine silently emerged from the soil, wrapped around Su Han's ankle, and slowly tightened, like a shackle, pinning Su Han firmly to this spot.

Leaves sprouted from the vines and affectionately brushed against Su Han's ankles, offering a soothing touch.

Suhan:…………

system:【………】

This kid is still worried, as expected.

Su Han was tied up on the spot and couldn't move an inch. He looked at the survivors around him who were working hard, and awkwardly bent over, pretending to be very busy.

But his wheat hadn't decreased at all, and soon the people around him noticed his unusual behavior.

Soon, a kind-hearted middle-aged woman next to him straightened up and looked over with concern: "Young man, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Su Han waved her hand awkwardly, "No, I just have a bit of a backache, I need to rest... hahaha, I need to rest."

"Young people, things are different now. In this world, you're not destined to just sit in an office anymore." The aunt shook her head and bent down again.

Another middle-aged man nearby chimed in, "Tsk tsk tsk, the physical condition of young people these days... Back in our day, when we were his age, we could harvest half an acre of land in one go."

Two or three groups of people came to greet him, and Su Han's face was almost frozen from smiling. Heaven knows, he really wasn't being lazy on purpose—he genuinely couldn't move!

The system remained awkwardly silent, silently cursing Shen Chengyin a hundred times over in its mind.

Half an hour later, Shen Chengyin returned calmly, and the vines binding Su Han retracted the moment he appeared.

Instead, the seeds in Su Han's pocket sprouted anew, slipping through the gaps in the shirt buttons, brushing against her skin, and creeping into the cuffs, finally encircling her waist like a gentle shackle. It felt slightly tight, but not uncomfortable.

Su Han plucked the small flowers off Shen Chengyin's vine and stuck them in Shen Chengyin's hair.

"Try chaining me up in this godforsaken place again next time!"

His face flushed red with embarrassment, and Shen Chengyin tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed intently on his face.

"It won't happen again next time." His voice was steady, but there was no sincerity in it.

Su Han stomped hard on Shen Chengyin's military boot, but the front of the boot was too hard. Not only did he not hurt the other man, but he also stepped on Shen Chengyin's shoe and suddenly rose up a step like climbing stairs.

Even more awkward!

Finally, Su Han stormed off, leaving Shen Chengyin alone to face the wheat field.

The man remained calm. He gently raised his hand and pressed his palm down lightly. In an instant, all the wheat ears in the entire field centered on him snapped at the root. Then, vines burst forth from the soil, quickly bundling the golden wheat ears into neat bundles and stacking them on the ground.

It all happened in just a few dozen seconds. Fortunately, the survivors around had already completed their missions and left, and no one witnessed this shocking scene.

So, before Su Han had completely left his sight, Shen Chengyin had already brought him back into his reach.

The man followed closely behind, and the two walked side by side until their figures gradually disappeared at the edge of the wheat field.

*

Dawn Base, high-level conference room.

A thin man wearing round glasses pushed two photos across the conference table.

"These are the two people on the wanted list. We need your assistance. Our leader will reward you handsomely afterward. As for the several thousand kilograms of grain, consider it a gift from the Revival Base to the Dawn Base."

Sitting opposite the bespectacled man were three superhumans dressed in formal attire.

They nodded in agreement. Their tone seemed respectful, but their eyes were full of contempt.

"Rest assured, base security is our responsibility," the man in the center said, casually pointing to a photo. "We'll arrange for people to keep an eye on things. We'll also trouble your people to transport the grain to granary number three—that's the rule, our people need to personally inspect and weigh it before it can be stored."

The bespectacled man gritted his teeth. They brought a gift as a token of their welcome, and then demanded that their men personally deliver it to the granary. What difference was there between this and offering a warm welcome only to be met with indifference?

He was extremely displeased by this attitude, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The strength of Dawn Base is far superior to that of Fuxing Base. Even if Cheng Yibin himself were sitting here today, he would have to think twice before speaking to him.

Both sides reached an agreement, and the bespectacled man quickly arranged for people to move the grain to the granary of the Dawn Base.

However, less than half an hour later, one of his men scrambled back, his face panicked and his voice trembling uncontrollably:

"Big brother—! No, that's not right!!"

His eyes were filled with horror, and he was almost incoherent:

"When we were transporting grain inside, we discovered—the granary... was piled high with grain from our revival base!!"

The bags were blatantly printed with the Fuxing Base's logo. They weren't fools; they immediately recalled the mysterious disappearance of the grain from the Fuxing Base. Everyone assumed Cheng Gaolang had stolen it, but it was all destroyed in a fire and the matter was left unresolved.

The quantity was so vast, measured in tens of thousands of tons, that it stretched as far as the eye could see. How many lives could that grain save...?

The bespectacled man's hand trembled violently.

"What?!"