Chapter 154: The Apocalypse (End)
"Are you really from ancient times?"
In the seemingly primeval forest, Song Jin stood atop a tree hundreds of meters high, arms crossed, looking up, down, left, and right at Qi Zheng, who sat opposite her.
He had short hair, wore modern clothes, sat cross-legged with his back straight, and held a retro long knife in his arms. He definitely looked like he was from ancient times.
Faced with her scrutinizing and questioning gaze, Qi Zheng remained calm and composed, nodding: "Absolutely true."
If he hadn't suddenly transmigrated, he would never have been completely naked, much less have appeared in deep water with a tiger that should only exist in the forest.
Song Jin stared at him with a look of deep resentment, then suddenly asked, "How old are you again?"
Qi Zheng paused for a moment, then said, "Twenty."
Song Jin narrowed her eyes: "At this age, your kids over there must be running around already, right?"
In the context of the apocalypse, marriage would be polarized.
More and more ordinary people are marrying those with low-level superpowers, and they also prefer to have children. If they have a child with high-level superpowers, they won't have to worry about making a living. Even if they can't have a child with high-level superpowers, and the child is just an ordinary one, the base will still provide supplies for the pregnant woman and the child every year.
Because of this, most children in the apocalypse have seven or eight siblings, and there are even quite a few with double digits. However, in the end, very few of them survive to adulthood.
In comparison, powerful superhumans tend to marry relatively late. According to existing cases, the stronger a person's superpower, the longer they live. If there are no accidents, living to two hundred years old is not a problem.
Song Jin's team is predominantly female, and even fewer of them are married. As for having children, given the difficulty of their missions, it would mean at least a year of rest, during which time they would need a large amount of supernatural resources, and they might not be able to catch up with the team afterward.
Few people can make that decision.
Qi Zheng has been studying the situation here these days. Compared to Dayan, the local customs are indeed quite different. Instead of male chauvinism, the strong are respected here, and the danger is much greater.
However, from another perspective, while the Great Evolution is peaceful, it's hard to say which side is more dangerous, especially considering the existence of such miraculous medical skills and abilities here.
Faced with Song Jin's suspicion, Qi Ye paused for a moment: "As for me, I have been wandering the martial world since I was a child, without father or mother, so how could I have started a family?"
Song Jin immediately changed her expression, smiling broadly: "An orphan? Good, I'm an orphan too."
Qi Zheng: ...
If he remembered correctly, her parents were at this base, and they had even come looking for her a couple of days ago, only to be thrown out by her.
But it was hard to say, so he could only nod helplessly: "It is indeed very good, um, free and unrestrained."
Song Jin rested her chin on her hand, staring intently at him: "Indeed, so do you still want to go back?"
Although ancient times may not sound great, the end times weren't much better. With his martial arts skills, he would have been considered a top-tier hero in ancient times, and he could have lived a good life. But here, he was in imminent danger.
Qi Zheng could naturally see the risk. In Dayan, few could match his martial arts skills. Even officials and yamen runners treated him with more than enough respect, if not as honored guests. He was also alone, so he often encountered all sorts of messy things. Overall, he didn't need to worry about any trouble when he went out.
Here, his martial arts skills were negligible, and he had no acquaintances.
Apart from the person in front of you.
When they met in the water that day, she was covered in blood and gore, barely recognizable as a human figure. Now, her injuries have healed, her skin is as white as snow, and she doesn't look like someone who has been away on missions for a long time. She is tall and slender, with neat shoulder-length short hair, long and narrow phoenix eyes, and a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, exuding a cold and flamboyant beauty.
Song Jin, the captain of the 12th team at Longzhao Base, is 27 years old. In a base with a population of 200,000, he ranks among the top three in individual combat ability and first in teamwork.
Qi Zheng looked at her quietly, thinking of the day she pulled him ashore and breathed into his mouth, and then of her reactions these days. A smile flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Since I'm here, I might as well stay. I'm all alone, so it doesn't matter where I am."
Song Jin gave an "oh," her eyes darting around, and drawled, "Is that so? You're really not leaving?"
Qi Zheng nodded: "Even if I wanted to leave, I would have nowhere to go."
Song Jin suppressed a smile and replied seriously, "What you said makes sense. Time travel is indeed hard to predict. I went back to Willow Lake and didn't find anything different. You probably came here because of that space beast, but I've only ever seen one of those. Even if I find another one later, I can't send you back to your original place."
Qi Zheng: "If word gets back to the chaotic times, it's better to be safe now."
Song Jin agreed: "Yes, yes, if we're even less lucky and get shattered by the gap, we'll be in even worse shape."
...
The two sat on opposite sides and began discussing the various possibilities of a failed time travel.
Until Qi Zheng suddenly spoke up: "Are you happy that I can't go back?"
Song Jin's smile froze. She looked up at him. He was twenty years old, a full seven years younger than her, still a tender young man.
But so what?
Faced with his sudden 'questioning', she curled her lips into a sneer, stopped pretending, got up directly, stepped on the branches and came to Qi Zheng. To his astonishment, she straddled his lap, grabbed his collar, leaned forward, and pressed her face against his, their warm breaths mingling.
Song Jin tapped his firm chest with her fingertips, staring at him with her phoenix eyes, and said in a leisurely voice, "Guess why I brought you here."
Qi Zheng leaned back instinctively, but was pulled back tightly. Facing the face so close to his, he breathed heavily and said in a low voice, "There are fewer people in the woods, so it's safe to talk."
Song Jin's red lips curved slightly. She loosened her grip on his collar, and her fingertips released supernatural power, tracing down his collar little by little. As invisible wind blades fell, the sound of tearing fabric could be heard.
Qi Zheng's body tensed up, his whole body stiffened like a stone, and his breathing stopped. After a while, he suddenly grabbed Song Jin's outstretched hand, his dark eyes staring intently at her, as if he was enduring something.
Hearing his rapid breathing, Song Jin couldn't help but giggle. She gently pinched his hand, and before he could react, she leaned forward and bit his lip, rubbing it lightly.
In an instant, the large hand that had been holding hers reached behind her waist and wrapped tightly around it.
Song Jinfeng's eyes lit up with satisfaction. She liked this kind of sensible person. Being proper was good, but being too proper was a bit pretentious. She slightly raised the corners of her mouth, increasing the pressure of her bite, biting the lip until she heard a hissing sound, then released the pressure, and then extended her tongue, probing into the gap between the lips. At the same time, her hand caressed the firm muscles, leaving scratches of varying pressure.
The towering trees stretched out their branches, their lush green leaves intertwined, concealing all the entangled figures and blocking all prying eyes, so that even in unrestrained joy, there was no need for any worries.
As dusk fell, the rustling sounds shifted to the small lake.
Under the bright moonlight, Song Jin clasped her hands behind her head, her two long legs swinging gently as she floated on the water, resembling a powerful and free-spirited mermaid from a folktale.
Qi Zheng leaned against a rock on the shore, staring blankly at her figure.
This person...
He had never seen a woman like this before.
Powerful and unrestrained, free and at ease.
One moment they were one way, the next they are another, as if everything before was just a whim, a momentary pleasure.
Thinking of this, Qi Zheng tensed his chin, his dark eyes darkened, and his aura suddenly surged. The long sword beside him flew up and crossed two meters to his side, where a gray snake as thick as an arm was spitting out apricots. Its head had been cut off, but it was still rushing towards him.
Qi Zheng lowered his eyes, reached out and grabbed the snake's head, frowning as he looked at the two sharp teeth.
Suddenly, a gust of wind struck his hand. He released his grip, and the snake's head fell to the ground. The venom, sharp as an arrow, shot out and slanted into the water beside him, causing black mist to rise from the surface.
Qi Zheng stepped aside and saw the snake's head fly up into the air and be thrown onto the shore.
On the other side, Song Jin had already swum over. She scooped up the snake's body that had sunk to the side and whistled, "Golden Horned Snake, this thing is delicious and very valuable."
They're hard to find; the market price has already reached that of high-level mythical beasts.
Song Jin scooped up the snake and swam to Qi Zheng's side, circling around him and clicking her tongue: "Little brother, I've discovered you're very lucky."
First came the silver carp, then the golden horned snake—both highly sought-after items with limited availability.
However, in just a few short trips abroad, he almost got choked to death by a silver carp and was nearly poisoned by a golden horned snake. It's hard to say whether his luck was good or bad.
Qi Zheng wasn't thinking about any of that; his attention was entirely focused elsewhere: "Younger brother?"
His handsome face was expressionless, his dark eyes fixed on Song Jin, who was completely naked and exposed in the clear lake water. She showed no shame and swam calmly to the side.
Song Jin laughed heartily: "What, aren't you one?"
What's wrong with her calling a young girl, who's seven years younger than her, "little brother"?
Thinking of this, Song Jin threw the snake's body onto the shore, swam lightly to his side, looked at his bare arms, reached out and pinched them, and smiled: "Call me 'sister' and let me hear it."
Qi Zheng remained silent for a long time before stretching out his arm and pulling her into his embrace. He then lowered his head and sealed her chattering lips with a kiss.
...
The two naturally got together.
With Song Jin around, Qi Zheng's identity problem was solved very easily, and he was slowly adapting to this magical world.
According to the classification of superpowers, he can only be considered to be of average or below-average level in this world, but his swordsmanship is unmatched. With the combination of these two, he entered the Twelfth Team on his own merits without Song Jin having to pull strings.
This was just the beginning for him. He had reached this level even in the past, when spiritual energy was scarce in Dayan. Now that he was here, he cultivated diligently, and with Song Jin providing him with a lot of supernatural materials, he reached the advanced level in just one year, becoming the second-best supernatural being in the twelfth team after Song Jin.
Qi Zheng successfully integrated into this wonderful yet dangerous world and even started his own home.
He stood in the kitchen, processing the high-grade beast meat he had brought back from this mission, and glanced back at the living room.
There, Song Jin was lying on the ground, watching a pre-apocalyptic television program that they had retrieved with Huang Huang, munching on jerky and laughing heartily.
Qi Zheng smiled, quickly packed the things into the pot, washed his hands, and came out to sit next to the man and the tiger.
He had just sat down when a head appeared on his lap, followed by a half-eaten piece of jerky being offered to his mouth. He smiled and took a bite, then picked her up and skillfully lifted her clothes, revealing large, distinct bruises on her snow-white waist and abdomen.
Song Jin shifted her body and muttered, "It'll be ready in a bit."
Qi Zheng didn't speak. He tied the person to his legs, picked up the medicine, applied it to the skin, and gently massaged it.
waist, abdomen, thighs, shoulders...
Even for wounds the size of a fingernail, he would apply medicine patiently.
Song Jin lay there, muttering to herself, swinging her legs idly, skillfully acting like a lazy bum.
If there's any impact having another person in the family has on her, it's that every time she comes home, she has to be stripped naked from head to toe and have medicine applied to her. When she goes on missions, she also has a butler by her side, who tells her what's wrong here and what's wrong there.
Ugh, it's still a bit annoying.
But...
Song Jin rolled over again, looked at the handsome face so close to hers, touched his taut lips, and chuckled: "I want to eat zha jiang mian (noodles with minced meat sauce)."
Qi Zheng: "I'll get started in a bit."
Song Jin grinned and said, "Braised fish."
Qi Zheng: "We'll go catch it in a bit."
Song Jin continued: "Roast duck."
Qi Zheng glanced at him and said, "Do I look like a duck?"
Song Jin chuckled and touched his handsome face: "I must say, it does look quite similar."
Qi Zheng: ...
Song Jin raised her head, bit his cheek, leaving a tooth mark, and then lay on his lap and laughed.
Qi Zheng shook his head, then lowered his head and gently touched the tip of her nose.
The two of them took turns eating, and the atmosphere quickly changed.
Huang Huang, who was lying to the side, got up, wagged its tail, skillfully opened the door, and then gently closed it, lying down to guard the door.
It's going on a blind date, a blind date!
(over)
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