"No, the higher-ups still have weapons they haven't brought out yet."

"That's alright. I wonder how long this trip will take. Let's set off once it's over."

"Um."

While resting on the swing, Yan Shi stared at the black hole in her palm and remembered that Quan Hou had said the black hole in her palm was 0.5mm wider in diameter.

At this rate of growth, it would take several decades for the black hole to grow to fill the palm of your hand, so she still has a considerable amount of time left.

"Zhuang Zhao."

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Zhao walked over and helped her swing on the swing.

"I just really like you."

Zhuang Zhao pursed her lips, but couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from turning up.

"Um."

"You like me even without saying it."

Zhuang Zhao kissed Yan Shi on the head.

"My affection for you is far greater than you can imagine."

"sweet Nothing."

"A honeyed sword in words and deeds."

"Clever words and a flattering demeanor."

"Sugar-coated bullets." Yan Shi used a string of sarcastic idioms, one after another, but his expression was somewhat insincere, with smiles in his eyes and brows.

"You're just saying one thing and meaning another," Zhuang Zhao replied with a smile.

"snort."

"Let me braid your hair." Zhuang Zhao's hands itched as she watched Yan Shi's hair already being braided.

“Okay.” Yan Shi said, mimicking the tone of an emperor in a TV drama.

"Here you go."

Others watching from the window exclaimed: "How can these two be so lovey-dovey in that smelly place? Amazing!"

The one-eyed alien who was interested in the two: Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me! I wonder what kind of expression you'd see if I took out one of your hearts?

The zombie, who had just managed to squeeze into the residential area, was blocked by a puppet beast: Human flesh! Human flesh is right ahead, let me through!