Traveling through the apocalypse to raise a beauty

“So Aqing is still the child of the Sun God?” Wei Yang sat on the futon with a popsicle in his mouth.

"Yeah." Zhen Qing nodded, but his eyes remained on Qiu Bieyi's face.

The boy held a dark purple popsicle, sat next to Zhenqing with his eyes lowered, and licked it bit by bit. When the tip of his tongue touched the popsicle, it left a little water stain and some stringiness. The boy pursed his lips and licked them, using one hand to hook his long hair that had fallen because he lowered his head.

He noticed Zhenqing's gaze and looked up at Zhenqing: "Brother?"

"It's okay." Zhen Qing came over and took a bite of Qiu Bieyi's popsicle, "Grape flavor?"

Qiu Bieyi nodded: "Brother wants to eat? Can I exchange with brother?"

"Okay." Zhenqing handed over the apple-flavored one in his hand. Qiu Bieyi bit the light yellow popsicle and handed his to Zhenqing.

Ling Jie leaned next to Wei Yang and asked, "Does Qing have a companion beast?"

Gu Yuan was holding a little leopard that had not yet passed its estrus period. "Yes, I haven't seen Aqing's companion beast yet. I remember it was called Shuanglian. What about Fox?"

Wen Sheng turned his head and looked at Zhen Qing with his eyes wide open.

Zhenqing paused, his head aching when he thought of Shuanglian.

Last night Ningli and Shuanglian dug out the wine that their father had buried under the tree and drank it. That stuff was a wine brewed by gods, and who knows how many rare treasures were added to it. The newly born little fox almost gave the extra divine power back to Zhenqing.

This little fox cub is too young, and his ability to get into trouble is comparable to Zhenqing before he was seven years old.

(This part about getting into trouble is mentioned in Chapter 47.)

The young man held his forehead and thought it was funny when he thought of the drunk little fox last night. "He is sleeping in his sea of ​​consciousness."

"Nine-tailed fox." Lan Yun excitedly hugged Zhenqing's arm: "Ah Qing, can you let him come out and play with me?"

Lan Yun is a red fox, and Jiuwei is considered their god in mythology.

Zhenqing raised his eyebrows and let the little fox out. The little fox appeared directly in Zhenqing's arms. Usually the little fox is the size of a ragdoll cat. When sleeping, it likes to curl up into a ball and hold its tail while sleeping.

As soon as the black and gold little fox came out, everyone's eyes lit up, it was so beautiful.

Lan Yun's hands were itching, "Can I hold it?" This is a nine-tailed fox! A nine-tailed fox! He held it for three days without washing his hands!!!

Zhen Qing smiled and stuffed the fox into Lan Yun's arms, "Hold it as you like."

The boy happily caught the little fox and held him in his arms.

The little fox actually woke up when Zhenqing threw it to Lan Yun. He opened his eyes and looked at Lan Yun for a few seconds, then stood up, found a comfortable position in Lan Yun's arms again, hugged his tail and closed his eyes.

The boy stroked the smooth fur and stared at the nine chubby tails, his eyes narrowed into slits. "How cute!"

Gu Yuan wanted to throw Wen Sheng out of his arms. Who wouldn't like the black and gold nine-tailed fox? He also wanted to hug her.

Everyone's attention was directly diverted to the little fox. Several people surrounded Lan Yun and teased Shuang Lian, while Zhen Qing and Qiu Bieyi were pushed aside.

Zhenqing stood up and stretched, "It's quite popular."

Qiu Bieyi finished his popsicle and took a sip of tea to relieve the greasiness. "Looks like you."

"How are they similar?" Zhen cleaned up his clothes. "I've been pestering you every day and trying to steal your love from me. It's so annoying..."

He paused. Damn, what's wrong with him? His clingy skills are just like his. The boy touched his red ears and looked over.

Qiu Bieyi didn't say anything. He propped up his chin and looked at him with a smile. The boy's eyebrows curved, "Oh——."

Zhenqing turned and left, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Han Qing and Ning Li were sitting on Qiu Bieyi's legs. Han Qing looked at Zhen Qing's back and said, "You are teasing Ah Qing again."

"I didn't." The boy picked up the two snakes and threw them aside, then got up and chased after the man.

The sunlight shines through the gauze and falls into the temple. The sound of the harp inside the temple is as sweet as the gurgling of water. The birds sing crisply, and the laughter of young people is mixed in with the wind. In a blink of an eye, five years have passed.