Traveling through the apocalypse to raise a beauty

Time flies and five years have passed.

The area around the temple remained the same. The sunlight shone into the hall through the golden gauze hanging in the temple. Melodious and pleasant music could be heard in the dim hall. It was the sound of the harp in the temple.

On the platform outside the hall, two young men were kneeling on a mat, smiling as they watched the other two young men playing on the lake.

“Wei Yang!” The boy’s silver-gray hair was wet with water, and his teardrop mole and the corners of his eyes were red, making him look pretty and sickly. He was wearing a white suit with peacock feathers embroidered on the sleeves, which were soaked by water. His light pink eyes stared at the boy in front of him, and veins on his forehead were throbbing: “Asshole! I just bought you clothes!!!”

"Haha, sorry, sorry, I'll dry it for you." The other boy's hair turned yellowish in the sun, and he smiled shyly. His light golden eyes were as beautiful as a cat's. He raised his eyebrows and walked over, ready to dry Gu Yuan's sleeves: "You provoked me first."

Gu Yuan handed him his hand and sneered: "I provoke you? Do I need to provoke a black-haired lion with a negative IQ???"

Wei Yang paused, and just as he was about to speak, he realized that he had not controlled his power well, and the boy's clothes were set on fire, so he quickly took it back.

“Wei Yang!!!” Gu Yuan collapsed. Not only did the clothes not dry, they were also burned.

"Pfft." The silver-haired boy sitting on the futon laughed and fell directly into the arms of the brown-haired boy, me, and pointed inside the palace: "Stop making trouble, Gu Yuan, go change your clothes first."

Gu Yuan nodded, glared at Wei Yang, and left.

Zhenqing sat up, and after laughing enough, he looked at Wei Yang seriously: "Ayang, you still can't control your supernatural power?"

Wei Yang nodded in distress: "Your Highness, I feel that the energy in my body is still a little chaotic recently, and I can't control it."

"Normal." Qiu Bieyi took a sip of tea: "After the evolution period, the third-level fire ability has always been the most dangerous."

Zhenqing sighed, "There's no way, son. Dad can't help you either."

“Your Highness!!!” Wei Yang closed his eyes and said helplessly, “Don’t use the name carelessly.”

Zhen Qing raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. He ignored him and looked at Gu Yuan who had changed his clothes and came out. He saw the little peacock glance at the boy standing on the lake and said in a cold voice with a hint of disdain: "Can't control it? That's his own fault."

“Who are you calling incompetent?” Wei Yang was furious. “Gu Yuan! I should have burned your hair just now!”

"You don't dare." Gu Yuan raised his chin: "Besides, I was in trouble because I was standing there. If we really fight, you won't be able to escape."

“Come on.” Wei Yang pulled the corner of his mouth, and looked at Gu Yuan coldly with his pale golden eyes: “Let’s have a fight.”

"Fight me if you want. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Gu Yuan's fan fell apart, and the young man sneered, "If you can't even control your supernatural powers, what's the use of you?"

Seeing that the two were really about to fight, Qiu Bieyi said from inside: "You two, why don't you go fight in front of God? He will open a separate platform for you to avoid harming the flowers and plants here."

The two of them stopped talking immediately. Gu Yuan glanced at Qiu Bieyi without saying anything. Wei Yang smiled awkwardly, “It was just a joke.”

Qiu Bieyi is ten years old. Due to the awakening of his supernatural powers, he has grown a lot taller. Although he looks thin, he is actually a little shorter than Wei Yang, but taller than Zhen Qing.

The five-year-old kid is now ten years old and looks more and more beautiful. When he was a child, he looked like a little girl after dressing up. Now he is even more gorgeous and beautiful, as alluring as an enchantress. Because of the awakening of his supernatural powers, the boy's hair color turned into a cold brown, which is much lighter than his hair color when he was five years old. When his sapphire-like eyes look into each other's eyes, one can seem to see bright stars.

His hair was still braided into four strands, and today Zhenqing decorated the braids with baby's breath.

Although he was only ten years old, perhaps because of his childhood experiences, he became steady and knelt upright on the mat.

Zhenqing lay on Qiu Bieyi, playing with his braids, and said with a smile: "We have to report this afternoon, and our team is still short of one person, what should we do?"