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Thank you for reading this post, don't forget to subscribe!Chapter 20. (2/2)
Bai Qing Qing, like a threatened little animal, didn’t dare to move, pursing her lips and refusing to raise her head.
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Fu Chen stretched out his long, slender fingers and pinched her chin, lifting her small face, and was shocked to find her eyes filled with tears, her eyes slightly red, making her look very pitiful.
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That delicate and charming appearance aroused a wicked urge to destroy her.
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Bai Qing Qing met the man’s deep eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and she pressed her petal-like red lips together, her voice slightly choked: “Brother, I know everyone still has opinions about me, and I’ll let them misunderstand me.”
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“Waaah…” A sob escaped her throat, “Do you also think I seduced Xiao Yang? I’ve been trying to stay away from him these past few days.”
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“What else do you want?” With that question, tears slid down her fair face and landed on his hand.
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The warm, wet tears felt like they would burn him. Fu Chen instinctively released his hand, his brows furrowing as he stared at her.
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“Alright.” He wasn’t good at comforting people and said stiffly, “Don’t cry, brother didn’t misunderstand you.”
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Bai Qing Qing sniffed, her voice soft and sweet: “Really?”
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“Get some tissues.” Fu Chen said calmly, “Wipe your tears.”
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“Okay.” Bai Qing Qing took out a tissue and wiped away the tears she had finally managed to hold back.
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Fu Chen pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed and said, “I asked you what you think of Xiao Yang because I wanted to tell you that if you like him, you can be with him after you safely reach the Jingzhou base.”
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Bai Qing Qing looked at him, thinking, “He really treats me like a little sister, worrying about my future.”
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It’s a pity, she’s destined to be a player; she has to conquer everyone.
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A player can’t have a heart; they can only play the field, never revealing who they like.
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She doesn’t have the ability to make everyone fall for her at once. If she messes up without the heroine’s halo, she’ll probably suffer a terrible fate.
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“Brother, I don’t like anyone.” She blinked, her eyes clear and bright, and said with a smile, “There’s only one person I like right now, and that’s you.”
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Fu Chen was slightly taken aback, pursed his lips, and said, “Get some rest.”
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The next day.
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After finishing their meal, the Thunder Squad split into two groups: one went to the underground auction house to find Bai Tian Tian, and the other went to the city to look for supplies.
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Shen Mingxuan, Liang Zhiyu, and Xiao Yangβ¦
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They went to the auction house, while Fu Chen and Cheng Rui took Bai Qing Qing for a stroll around Wucheng.
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Traffic in Wucheng was sparse. In the post-apocalyptic world, resources were scarce, and only the wealthy and powerful could afford fuel. Besides patrol SUVs and a few sedans, there were some buses.
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Occasionally, vehicles carrying superhumans returning from missions would drive by, carrying the stench of blood and rotting flesh.
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The three wandered around Wucheng, noticing that supplies in the shops were extremely expensive, ten to dozens of times the price of real-world goods. A loaf of bread could cost hundreds of yuan, unaffordable for ordinary people.
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Fortunately, she had collected a lot of supplies beforehand, so she didn’t need to buy anything in the city; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to afford anything.
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After a day of sightseeing, the three returned to their lodgings. Shen Mingxuan’s group hadn’t returned yet, so they ate something and rested in their room while waiting.
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Bai Qing Qing entered her spatial dimension. Having earned a thousand points from completing a side quest, she decisively exchanged them for seeds, cleared a patch of soil, and planted her favorite strawberries. Time within the spatial dimension could flow at will, entirely at her control. In just two or three days, the mutated strawberries had ripened.
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Bai Qing Qing gazed at the fragrant, large strawberries from afar, a happy smile spreading across her face.
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Just as she was about to pick one to taste, she heard a rustling sound. Frowning slightly, she looked over and saw a Zi Cao (purple grass/herb) creature happily nibbling on a mutated strawberry.
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Damn it! Stealing her strawberries!
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Bai Qing Qing quickly walked over, grabbed the Zi Cao, and lifted it up.
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“Eek wooaa,” the little Zi Cao squirmed and struggled.
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Bai Qing Qing remembered catching this mutated plant in the forest and casually tossing it into her spatial dimension, then forgetting about it because she was too busy.
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After some time away, the little Zi Cao had grown much larger and even learned to steal food.
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Bai Qing Qing stared at the whimpering little Zi Cao and revealed a sinister sneer: “It’s no use crying. You stole my food, so I’ll chop you up.”
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“Waaah, I’m so hungry…” the little Zi Cao whimpered.
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“…”
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Isn’t grass supposed to get its nutrients from the soil? Does it really need to eat?
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Bai Qing Qing placed it on the ground, squatted down, and stared at the little Zi Cao lying there: “I’ll feed you regularly, don’t steal any.”
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“Waaah.” Understood.
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Bai Qing Qing then patted it and said, “Good girl.”
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She picked a large strawberry, took a bite, and the sweet and slightly sour taste overwhelmed her taste buds. So delicious!
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In the apocalypse, food to fill their stomachs was becoming increasingly scarce, and fruit was almost nonexistent. Having not eaten strawberries for a long time, she showed an expression of enjoyment.
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After leaving the space, Fu Chen said to her, “You wait here, Cheng Rui and I are going to the auction house.”
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Bai Qing Qing immediately disagreed: “I want to go too.”
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“The auction house is dangerous,” Fu Chen frowned.
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Bai Qing Qing: “It’s dangerous for you to leave me here alone.”
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Fu Chen thought for a moment and said, “Then you have to stay by my side at all times.”
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Bai Qing Qing nodded in agreement.
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The auction house was located in the western part of the city, near the C-section slum of Wucheng. It was a chaotic, sparsely populated area teeming with all sorts of people.
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Since Wucheng was a place where strength reigned supreme, even the most heinous bandits in the apocalypse could thrive as long as they possessed powerful abilities.
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Bai Qing Qing followed Fu Chen into the auction house, a former gymnasium converted into a venue where women’s various strange and unusual items were displayed for auction.
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For some humans, the apocalypse might be a chance to live again, but for women, it was an exceptionally cruel world.
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Bai Qing Qing scanned the display screen; it showed the items to be auctioned that day, with Bai Tian Tian’s name prominently displayed next to them.
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Inside an iron cage at the auction house, a ragged woman knelt, the auctioneer occasionally poking her body with props, a gesture filled with humiliation.
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The cage was opened, and the woman, collared, was pulled out, staggering to the ground, head bowed.
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Bai Qing Qing keenly sensed that something was wrong.
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The male auctioneer trampled on the woman’s body, his expression one of ecstatic enjoyment as he ravaged her, a voice escaping from her lower body.
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The bloody scene horrified all the spectators who had come to watch the auction or buy goods. Their expressions changed drastically as they screamed and tried to flee; panic instantly filled the air.
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Most people in Wucheng lacked supernatural abilities, so many of these spectators were ordinary people.
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The sounds of trampling, screams, gunshots, and the battle raging among those with supernatural abilities pierced the eardrums with a chaotic, shrill noise.
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Bai Qing Qing was jostled by the surging crowd, forced to separate from Fu Chen.
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“Qing Qing.” Fu Chen immediately tried to grab her.
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Bai Qing Qing, however, was forced out of the auction house. Outside, an army armed with firearms surrounded them, blocking everyone from leaving.
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She clenched her fists, her expression tense as she looked at the opposing side.
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What…?

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