Traveling through the apocalypse to raise a beauty

Except for Gu Yuan and the other two, everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Highness." Lan Yun was a little anxious: "Hurry up and feed Ayi."

Zhen Qing's back was already wet. He was frightened. Qiu Bieyi's condition really made him afraid. The young man fed the pill to Qiu Bieyi with trembling hands.

The boy's breathing was steady, he was just asleep.

Zhenqing looked up at Lingjie and the others, and the young man said in a gentle voice: "Thank you everyone, go back and we'll meet again another day."

Gu Yuan pulled Wen Sheng and said, "Your Highness, I will see Wen Sheng off."

"Go ahead." Zhenqing nodded with a smile.

Lan Yun changed back to her original form and jumped to Zhenqing's side. The boy touched the little fox. The little fox whimpered twice, rubbed Zhenqing's hand, curled up on the sofa and closed its eyes.

Ling Jie walked in front, and just as he was about to raise his hand to push the door open, it was opened, and the young man's voice was brisk: "Your Highness! I got it!"

Wei Yang paused when he saw the beautiful and delicate face in front of him, and left in a daze, "Sorry, I went the wrong way."

"Snapped."

The door closed again.

Everyone: “...............”

Two seconds later, the door was hastily pushed open again. Wei Yang scratched his head and looked at the lounge's door number again: "Am I in the right place?"

The young man looked the man in front of him up and down and felt that he looked familiar: "Who are you? Why are you in our lounge?"

Wen Sheng behind him showed an expression of watching a show, and jokingly used his mental power to transform into a shape and poked Ling Jie's back.

Ling Jie paused for breath. The boy in front of him looked even more handsome, overlapping with the well-behaved and pretty person in his memory. He remained calm and used his mental power to transform and hit back Wen Sheng's attack. He turned sideways to reveal Gu Yuan who was blocking behind him, and said in the most gentle voice: "You are not in the wrong place. I am the captain of Zichen School, my name is Ling Jie. Hello, the little prince is inside, come in."

Wei Yang nodded, and seeing Gu Yuan and Wen Sheng behind him, he walked in confidently, "Hello, my name is Wei Yang."

Lingjie nodded and walked out.

As soon as he took a step, he was stopped by Wei Yang. The young man said uncertainly, "You look familiar to me. Have we met before?"

Ling Jie paused, frozen in place, he looked up calmly and forced a warm smile: "Sorry, I have been in the academy and have not seen Young Master Wei."

Wei Yang frowned and carefully looked at the blue-haired boy in front of him. When they passed by just now, he felt that his breath was very familiar. The boy asked again: "Excuse me, what is your mutant species?"

Ling Jie lowered his head slightly to look at the boy's collarbone, "Green Dragon Tail Butterfly."

The boy relaxed his frown and nodded: "Excuse me, I remember the next game is yours, I wish you success in advancing."

Wei Yang watched the group from Zichen School leave, then looked at Gu Yuan: "What happened?"

Wen Sheng didn't plan to let Gu Yuan see him off. He nodded to Gu Yuan and left with his schoolmates. Gu Yuan closed the door and told Wei Yang what had just happened, "Qiu Qiu was mentally disturbed just now..."

Wei Yang knew that Qiu Bieyi was fine, so he didn't ask any more questions. He walked up to Zhenqing and took out a palm-sized smooth piece of metal: "Your Highness, I brought it."

"This is a plastic metal called Lanti Metal. It can be refined into various shapes using mental power. My mental power is not enough to separate it into threads, so I need your help." Wei Yang touched his earlobe and handed the metal to Zhen Qing. "This metal has always been a banned item, but when my mother was doing a metal fusion control experiment, she applied to her superiors for a few pieces. My mental power can only separate a small piece to bring back, but it is definitely enough for threads."

Zhenqing took the metal block, picked it up and turned it over to take a look. Gu Yuan was very curious: "Can this thing really avoid metal detectors and medical examination equipment?"

Wei Yang nodded: "I listened to some of my mother's experiments. When I went back today, I secretly flipped through her experimental notes. I can avoid it."

Lan Yun jumped up and pounced on Wei Yang. Wei Yang caught the little fox and stared at the metal block with curiosity. Wei Yang stroked the little fox's soft fur and asked, "Your Highness, would you like to try it?"

Zhen Qing tossed the metal block and looked at Wei Yang. The young man explained in a low voice: "You inject your mental power into the metal, then imagine the appearance of the object you want to make, and use your mental power to mold it. You can also change the color of the metal block. But your highness, please pay attention. Mother's notes said that if you fail many times, you will be backfired."

Zhenqing nodded. As a painter in his previous life, he had always been a top-notch expert in shaping objects. Zhenqing gently placed the metal block on the rune on his forehead. His pair of inky eyes instantly turned into bright gold. A golden light wrapped the metal block in the air and began to shape it.

In fact, Zhenqing felt that it was quite simple. The stone was very obedient. Whether it was stripping it into silk threads or colors, it was successful very quickly. Soon, a dozen silk threads of the same color as Qiu Bieyi appeared in front of Zhenqing. Each thread was as thin as silk, and as smooth, soft and beautiful as hair.

"Wow~" The two men and the fox stared at the silk thread in front of them. The length was about the same as Qiu Bieyi's hair, and it could be braided into a braid and used at will.

Zhenqing nodded and smiled with satisfaction: "It's quite simple."

If Wei Yang's mother were here, she would vomit blood after hearing this. This thing actually requires a lot of spiritual power, and it is pure and very rare to be refined, otherwise it would not have been turned into an experimental sample.

Precisely because very few people can refine it, it is treated as a black market commodity. The price of this metal has been driven up to a sky-high price. The daggers refined from it are even better weapons for assassinations. They cannot be detected by metal detectors, making them perfect weapons favored by major killers. In order to prevent politicians from being assassinated, etc., it is listed as a banned item among banned items.

However, this kind of thing is nothing to Zhenqing. He is the child of God and is not bound by any law. There is nothing he cannot get as long as he wants it. But this does not mean that he will use this identity to do evil. He still has the necessary awareness.

But that Zerg really deserves to die, and all those scums who bullied Qiu Bieyi deserve to die!

The young man looked at the silk thread in his hand with cold and vicious eyes. He raised his hand to untie Qiu Bieyi's braids and weaved it into it using a special method.

It was probably almost time for dinner when Qiu Bieyi finally woke up. The young man was lying on the sofa. He propped himself up and found that there was no one around. He raised his hand to press his forehead and spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at the blood in his hand, raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and got up to get the tissue on the table.

At this moment, the door was pushed open and Zhenqing came in with a lunch box. He saw the boy sitting on the sofa wiping blood. His eyes lit up, and he took a step forward and threw the blood-stained tissue into the trash can, then wiped Qiu Bieyi's face with a handkerchief: "Qiuqiu!"

“Cough, cough, cough…” Qiu Bieyi pinched Zhenqing’s wrist, “Brother, I…”

Zhenqing looked at Qiu Bieyi distressedly and hugged him: "It's okay, it's okay."

Qiu Bieyi rested his chin on Zhenqing's shoulder listlessly and closed his eyes: "Brother, I want to sleep for a while."

"Sleep." Zhen Qing gently took a photo of Qiu Bieyi's back, raised his hand and glanced at his bracelet. There were still two hours before the competition started. The boy picked up the lunch box: "Eat first."

Qiu Bieyi said coquettishly: "Brother, I don't want to eat. My stomach hurts so much."

His head exploded with pain, and his whole body felt uncomfortable, with burning pain in his chest and abdomen.

Zhenqing was firm: "No, I have to eat something to fill my stomach no matter what."

Seeing that Zhenqing had already taken out the food, Qiu Bieyi had no choice but to agree. The young man responded casually with a few words, then pulled Zhenqing to lie on the sofa, snuggled in Zhenqing's arms, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Fortunately, the sofa is big enough for two people to lie down, otherwise Qiu Bieyi would fall to the ground if he moved a little.

Zhenqing took the time to send a message to Gu Yuan and others who were taking a walk outside, telling them to wake them up twenty minutes in advance.

With about another hour of sleep left, Zhenqing fell asleep holding Qiu Bieyi in his arms.

The competition at night was much more lively than during the day. Many senior students in school did not have classes at night, and the entire arena was filled with people and very noisy.

The contestants were all seated in the first row. As soon as Zhenqing and the others appeared on the stage, the entire arena fell silent.

Zhenqing held Qiu Bieyi's hand, looked at everyone in the audience, nodded to indicate that there was no need to salute, and the entire arena became lively again.

Qiu Bieyi looked at the Zerg man in the distance calmly, with no expression on his face. Zhenqing had already told him how to use this metal wire on the way here. Qiu Bieyi gently pulled out one and wrapped it around his wrist.

He changed the color of the metal thread to match his skin color and hid it in his sleeves.

The young man lowered his head and held Zhenqing's hand tightly. This method of torture was still too mild. His brothers were still too merciful.

On the stage were Wen Sheng and his group and the Fanming School. Great, two famous schools competing against each other, what a coincidence.

The way Wen Sheng looked when he was on stage competing was completely different from the way he looked when he was with Gu Yuan on weekdays. One of them was smiling playfully, while the other was expressionless and even a bit cold.

The person on the other side is also an acquaintance.

The name of Fenming School suggests a pink and tender school. Naturally, all the students are girls. I have to say, there are beauties everywhere you look.

The higher the rating, the more beautiful they are. The team in front of me is full of girls with gold medals, and each of them is a great beauty.

Zhenqing sighed in his heart, this is a paradise for those who love beauty.

The relationship between Fenming School and Canming School is very good. Their principals are actually husband and wife, and the two schools have always held activities together. Wen Sheng and his classmates often attend classes and practice together. The captain of Fenming School is Mu Yao, the principal's daughter. Her mutant species is a egret. She knows Gu Yuan and they had a good relationship when they were in school.

Mu Yao on the opposite side cast a coquettish look at Wen Sheng, "Brother Wen, do you miss your sister? Otherwise, brother, please give way to us, I am a delicate girl~"