Traveling through the apocalypse to raise a beauty

Zhenqing had no interest in this at all, he just reached out and touched the condensed snake head.

"Please!" Mother's voice was so kind that Zhenqing was hugged as soon as he smiled.

"Mom" Zhenqing felt the warmth of the woman in front of him, and he instantly understood what it meant to completely belong to this world and truly start a new life of his own.

If Zhenqing felt his emotional changes only superficially before, then at this moment he completely resonated with this body. He felt the grievance and worry from the bottom of his heart.

Zhenqing coaxed Zhai Yan and looked at his uncles: "Uncles, I'm sorry for making you worry."

Zhai Li smiled, "No treasure, as long as I'm safe, as long as I'm safe."

Zhai Ling went forward and hugged Zhen Qing without saying anything. Zhen Qing knew his uncle and was afraid that he would cry if he spoke. The little girl kissed her uncle on the side of his face and said sweetly, "Uncle, I'm back!"

Zhai Heng was not good at expressing himself, he just stood at the door silently. Zhen Qing nodded to him and smiled at him.

Ning Li nestled on Zhenqing's wrist, her eyes turned from blood red to black, she tilted her head and closed her eyes.

Ever since Zhenqing's accident, little Wei Yang might have been frightened. He had a high fever when he returned home and started to become silent. The biggest change in him was that he became Zhenqing's little follower.

Qianhuang was even more careful about Zhenqing's body. He would often hold him in his arms and never let him walk by himself, always staring at him closely.

At first Zhen Qing didn't realize what was happening. He thought he was just scared and insecure. It was not until Zhen Qing was hugged by Qian and walked quickly again that Wei Yang's little hands kept pulling at the corner of Qian's clothes. But how could a three-year-old boy catch up with a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy? He fell to the ground with a thump, hitting his forehead on a small stone and bleeding on the spot. From then on, Zhen Qing fully realized the persistence of this child.

From then on, there was a child in Huang's arms.

Zhai Nian and Yan Ting have returned to Zhai Ling's laboratory. Zhen Qing has visited them. Yan Ting is a mutated species of crane. How to say it? Zhen Qing couldn't believe it when he found out. To be honest, cranes are a kind of fairy and beautiful bird. The mutated one should be a beautiful lady like a banished fairy.

The woman in front of him, who was smiling and teasing his brother, had nothing in common with the crane.

The woman had a rather cold look, but her smiling face all day long completely ruined Zhenqing's beautiful impression of the crane.

But the real thing is very beautiful. The crane is four meters tall, and its white feathers are smooth and shiny. It is very different from its real personality, which is both fairy-like and cold.

But if we have to say that Huang is the most beautiful one, Zhenqing took advantage of the suffering he suffered after the seal was lifted and used it as an excuse to lie down, and finally saw Huang's original black swan form.

This really shocked me thoroughly. The black swan in front of me was somewhat different from the one I saw on Earth in my previous life.

What is different is the color of their feathers and eyes. The black swans on Earth have gray feathers covered on their backs, but the black swans' feathers are jet black without a trace of stray hairs. Their necks are slender, curved into an elegant "S" shape, their beaks are bright red, and there is a "V"-shaped white band at the front. Their irises are red-gold, and their tarsus and webbed feet are black. They are relatively large in size, perfectly embodying the words noble and elegant.

Qian's original body was ice blue all over, just like the holy deer in mythology. It was said that Qian was a mutant of a mutant species. He was abandoned when he was born because of his ice blue body. Finally, he was picked up by Huang and brought home, where he met Zhai Heng.

But it was so beautiful that the name of Linglu no longer existed only in myths, but was perfectly embodied in Qian. The antlers were covered with icicles, the hooves were attached with blue flames, the eyelashes were white, and the eyes were clear and crystal-like.

Zhenqing truly felt the truthfulness of what Zhai Yan said, "There is no ugly person here."

However, when Zhen Qing heard that little Wei Yang's original body was a cute little black-maned lion, he was very happy. Who doesn't like a cute little lion that can step on milk?

The three-year-old Wei Yang was originally just a cub, very small, even smaller than a ragdoll cat.

Two years have passed in a flash.

Five-year-old Zhenqing is still a little kid, just a little taller than when he was three years old?

However, what made Zhenqing feel at ease was that he had begun to receive education and finally had a deeper understanding of the world.

Zhenqing, whose soul was in his twenties, grew rapidly during this period of education. Not only did he learn the entire history of mutant species within three days, he also came into contact with the art and cultural education about this world.

Zhenqing remains curious about this world because it is so interesting.

The entire Qinghe has the same history as the Earth in the previous life, except that in this era of Qinghe, a world virus broke out, and the coming of God truly divided the entire world into two, forming two groups: mutant species and humans.

There are two gods in this world, the God of Light and the God of Evil, or you can call them the Sun God and the Moon God.

There is one law, and one heavenly way. The laws are fair. They constrain the gods, and the heavenly way constrains this world.

The appearance of Zhai Yan's uncles led the entire mutant kingdom. The god who led all of this was called the evil god, and they were created by the evil god. Zhenqing, that is, the god we worship ourselves, is the evil god. He is transformed by moonlight and is holy.

Humans don't need one. They have had leaders for thousands of years. When mutant species came, they came together and built a new empire. They accepted gods and the god they worshipped was the sun god; He was made of sunlight and was warm.