Traveling through the apocalypse to raise a beauty

Another two years passed in a flash.

The seven-year-old little dumpling has grown a lot, and his eyebrows and eyes have become more delicate. The biggest difference compared to when he was five years old is that he is much taller and no longer has a dumpling face. When standing next to God, you can find that from some angles he looks very similar to God.

With dark eyes and waist-length silver hair, he can be said to be a symbol of the BLV (abbreviation of the Mutant Species Empire). Wherever he goes, the mutants know that this is their little prince.

During the past two years, thanks to Zhenqing's unremitting efforts in acting cute, God taught the little guy some simple techniques for using his divine power.

Actually there are only three: the Body Purification Technique, the Silence Technique, and the Floating Technique.

But none of this matters. When Zhenqing got up this morning, he felt his forehead was itchy. He touched his forehead and walked drowsily to the sink in the bathroom. He stepped on a small wooden stool and looked at the mirror.

Zhenqing rubbed his forehead and wondered if he had pressed something while sleeping yesterday, but when he opened his eyes and looked over, he found something growing on his forehead.

Yes, it has a very strange pattern, gilded, and looks pretty good.

What's so good about it? It's so good-looking. What the hell is this? ? ?

The little guy was horrified and ran out of the room.

"dad!!!!"

The god who was drinking tea was choked by the crisp sound that had a hint of a scream.

"Cough cough cough." The god put the cup on the table. There were only the father and son in the palace. It was always quiet. Zhenqing was not a very active person on weekdays. Today, the sudden scream-like sound really scared the god.

"What's wrong?" God threw the handkerchief aside and caught the little guy who ran over.

Zhenqing pointed at the pattern on his forehead and said in horror: "Dad! What is this???"

Shen bent down and took Zhenqing's hand, which was pointing at his forehead, in his own hand, and gave Zhenqing a body-cleansing gesture. Then he took a closer look at the pattern and was stunned.

Zhenqing waited for his father's voice, but found that he was staring blankly at the pattern on his forehead, "Dad?"

The god raised his hand and touched it, then came back to his senses, looked at the child in front of him with a complicated expression, and said nothing.

Another two years passed. Although Zhenqing looked somewhat like himself, especially those inky peach blossom eyes, he actually looked more like that god. His eyes would turn golden when he used his divine power. At first, the god could still deceive his heart, but when he saw the golden pattern that Zhenqing had grown today, he realized that the two gods were simply carved from the same mold.

"Dad?" Zhen Qing raised his hand and touched the pattern on his forehead again, then put his face close to the god's, "What's wrong?"

The god smiled gently: "It's okay, every god will grow it, including dad."

Zhenqing raised his eyes and glanced at the god's forehead, "Why didn't I see it?"

The god put two fingers together and supported his forehead, and saw a silver pattern. It was very strange and beautiful, like a rune. Zhenqing couldn't describe it.

Zhenqing touched it and said, "So beautiful, why am I gilded?"

"Every god is different." The god touched the little guy's head and said, "It's okay. If Qing doesn't like it, you can hide it."

"I'm hungry, do you have any milk?" Zhenqing pulled the corner of Shen's clothes, "I don't dislike it, I just think it's quite unique"

"In the kitchen. Your mother Zhai Yan sent it yesterday." Shen stood up, picked up Zhen Qing, and walked to the kitchen. "Then do you want to hide it?"

"Gold-colored, it looks pretty good. I like it very much. Why do you want to hide it?" Zhen Qing took the milk from the god's hand and nodded: "Isn't it pretty?"

Shen paused, hugged Zhenqing and said nothing.

I have the impression that I once said this to that god, and I usually like to touch this pattern of his the most.

The man's voice was cold, and his face was so beautiful that it infuriated people and gods, but he was indifferent. He usually had no expression, but when he talked to him, he always smiled and his voice was much softer: "Do you like it?"

"It's gilded, it looks pretty good, I like it very much, why do you want to hide it?"

The man smiled and picked him up: "Does that look good?"

"It looks great! It matches mine perfectly!"

"Then I won't hide it, and let us Yunyun touch it every day." The man chuckled and pressed his forehead against His head. The two patterns would emit a faint light when they touched each other.

"Okay, okay!"

Zhen Qing saw that the god hadn't spoken for a long time and had been out of state, so he touched his forehead against the god's forehead. His pattern had not been hidden yet. When the two patterns touched, they emitted a faint light and were a little hot. Zhen Qing thought it was a bit novel, so he touched it twice more and found it fun. "Dad? What's wrong with you?"

The heat brought the god back to his senses. Looking at the little guy's curious look, he smiled and said, "Daddy, are you okay? Do you think it's fun?"

"Why is it hot?" Zhenqing put his hand against God's forehead.

God kissed Zhenqing on the cheek and said, "This is the resonance between gods, which can only be achieved by the closest people."

Zhenqing tilted his head: "Then I will apply it every day!"

Zhenqing really likes God. Firstly, he has never felt fatherly love before, and God makes him feel warm. Secondly, who doesn’t like to cuddle with a handsome guy?

In the past two years, he could really be said to have been raised in the palm of his hand. Needless to say, Zhai Yan had never taught him how to walk on his own since he was born. He was carried wherever he went and had whatever he wanted. Not to mention the gods, since he moved into the temple, the gods had arranged everything for him, including food, clothing, housing and transportation. They taught him cultural and supernatural powers step by step, and he had everything he wanted. He could enter and leave the temple freely. He went out after he was five years old, and he had no shortage of money. Zhai Yan and Zhai Heng took him to play with firearms, which he had never touched in his previous life. Other equipment belonging to this era were more advanced than those on Earth in his previous life, and were already on the scale of those in interstellar novels.