"Ji Ting, the apocalypse is over, your rule will never come."

A single, casual remark sent Ji Ting into a breakdown.

"No, it can't be..." He seemed to have gone mad, staring fiercely at Nanzhi not far away, "As long as I kill her, kill her, the apocalypse will not end."

He was already handcuffed, but he still wanted to rush over and deal with Nan Zhi regardless of his own life. Unfortunately, the powerful drug in his body had already worn off, and the pain in his knees made him kneel down on the ground after only a few steps.

Ji Yuan looked at Nan Zhi, whose expression was slightly surprised, walked over, and gently hugged her: "Close your eyes."

Nanzhi obediently closed her eyes.

Then, she felt her ears being covered as well.

A muffled groan could be faintly heard, then gradually faded away completely.

When she looked up from Ji Yuan's embrace, the spot where Ji Ting had been was empty. The ground looked as if it had been cleaned, without a trace.

Even if Ji Yuan refused to tell her, unwilling to let her know.

Nan Zhi also understood that Ji Ting was dead.

Moreover, Ji Yuan killed him with his own hands.

This time, he was not killing him as Ji Yuan, as Ji Ting's son, but as one of all the survivors, as one of the innocent people harmed by Ji Ting, and he killed him with his own hands.

No one would blame or criticize his actions; Ji Ting's deeds were simply a matter of divine retribution.

The end times should be over.

Nanzhi leaned against Ji Yuan's chest and saw the dawn breaking through the glass window.

"Professor, what's our baby's name?"

Ji Yuan's eyes were gentle: "What would you like to call me?"

"The scenery outside is so beautiful, why don't we call them Ji Piao and Ji Liang?"

Ji Yuan's smile froze: ...

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Do you want to read stories about stepmothers, sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law, or older brothers?

Haha, I don't know if I'm describing it correctly, but I just feel like writing this kind of twisted story, to see the male protagonist suffer and struggle for love.