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After a long day of busyness, the lights in the villa area gradually dimmed after three in the morning. From above, only three or four beams of flashlight could be faintly seen, belonging to the night-shift servants of the Song Family. Tonight, even the lights from the research center had completely vanished; after continuous high-intensity work, everyone had to take a night off.
However, compared to the research team and the soldiers who dared not relax as they adjusted their states, Ming Juan appeared much more at ease. The entire alliance had entered a normal operational state, and everyone was well aware of their responsibilities and positions. Ming Juan's cooking skills were passed down from her mother. To avoid looking like a useless young lady with nothing to do all day, she would cook alongside the chefs of the Song Family, contributing a little to everyone's meals, even though her skills were limited to frying a few dishes of shredded potatoes compared to these professional chefs.
In truth, everyone understood Ming's importance; she was not just a wealthy young lady willing to cook for others. Ming Juan could leverage her connections to access various resources. Most importantly, she was the only one who maintained regular contact with the Zombie King, Miao Chengmin. With Ming Juan around, The Celestial Warriors Alliance could communicate with the Spirit Corps Legion residing in the wilderness at any time.
"It's already three o'clock..."
Ming Juan's frustration had reached its peak. Since bringing her father and grandfather to the Song Family, she had never been this angry before. Impatiently, she kicked off her blanket and turned onto her side, clutching her Strawberry Bear plush toy. She had been alternating between opening and closing her eyes while staring at the window for nearly three hours. In her drowsiness, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't drawn the curtains. Squinting slightly but ultimately giving up, she decided to sleep.
"Juan'er?"
"Ah!"
No wonder Ming Juan felt that despite having the window open, there was no light before her eyes. Being somewhat afraid of the dark, she shivered all over and nearly rolled off the bed. Miao Chengmin reacted quickly and grabbed Ming Juan's arm. However, he found it hard to control his strength, causing her to wince in pain and pull back. He looked down at his hand with a hint of sadness. Ming Juan even noticed that his ears drooped down along with his head like a rabbit's.
"It's fine; it doesn't hurt," Ming Juan said. But as someone who had been in a relationship with her for four years, Miao Chengmin could easily see through her feelings. He wanted so badly to embrace his beloved, but who would let a corpse get close?
"I'm sorry, Juan'er; I really couldn't find my way and didn't have satellite navigation." Miao Chengmin squatted down beside Ming Juan, who was sitting with her Strawberry Bear in hand, turning his face away in frustration. "Next time I'll definitely be on time, okay? I promise! Miao Miao knows he was wrong..."
"I'm mad; I don't want to talk to you."
"Juan'er... how about I go get you some cappuccino that you love?"
"No."
"Then I..."
"You hug me."
"Ah?"
"Can't you understand human language?"
Miao Chengmin looked at his body in panic and then gestured helplessly with his fingers. He didn't know how to explain his concerns; the feeling of being humble made him unable to achieve many things he wished for as a human. After descending back to Earth, only the shadows of night could comfort his longing for past figures. Everything that once felt within reach had turned into a moon gathered by hands on the horizon.
"I'm sorry; I..."
However, Ming Juan suddenly lunged at him without hesitation and pressed her face against his cold abdomen. "Why do you say sorry? You haven't done anything wrong, my dear."
"What about being late?"
"You must have been busy with something else; I know that. I'm not angry."
Ming Juan lifted her face and locked eyes with Miao Chengmin as she pulled him down to sit on the edge of the bed, snuggling into the embrace of her boyfriend who had become the Zombie King. Miao Chengmin trembled slightly as he placed his hand on her waist, reminiscent of sitting together on a bench during a snowy night watching New Year's fireworks burst into colors above them. Years later, they returned to that moonlit scene—still silent yet filled with passion and love—only now lacking some fireworks and snowflakes but retaining an eternal night that witnessed their loyalty to each other.
"You don't need to feel shy about your appearance." Ming Juan gently stroked the back of his hand. "It's not your fault, and no one will leave you."
"But I'm scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Scared that you all are scared of me."
Time struck three fifteen, and Miao Chengmin sighed, "You should sleep; it's getting late."
Ming Juan immediately became displeased, gripping Miao Chengmin's tattered shirt tightly. Her long fingers nearly poked his nose. "Where do you think you're going? It's only been a little while! Besides, we agreed on one hundred twenty minutes—one hundred minutes with me and twenty minutes to talk about things. No backing out!"
"But I..."
"I don't care."
Ming Juan stood up and kissed Miao Chengmin's dry lips, wrapping her arms around him and leaning her entire body into his embrace, passionate and proactive. Because only in front of Miao Chengmin could Ming Juan let herself go, allowing the desires within her heart to burn. She didn't want to lose him again; she wanted Miao Chengmin to hold her forever, never leaving her sight again. No matter what her boyfriend had become, Ming Juan had made her choice and would never change it. She longed for Miao Chengmin to push her down like he used to, to be as proactive as they once were, wanting to hear him whisper in her ear and feel his tongue dance along her cheeks...
Miao Chengmin lay passively with Ming Juan on the bed, sharing tender caresses and flirtatious words but refusing to take things further. They lingered for about an hour, reminiscing about shared memories and everything Miao Chengmin had experienced since arriving in the Divine Realm. From passionate kisses to spent enthusiasm, even though Ming Juan felt unbearably itchy all over, she gradually understood that some things could never return. She curled up in Miao Chengmin's arms, tiredly letting out soft sounds.
"Juan'er," Miao Chengmin said as he combed through her messy long hair. "We need to talk about something serious."
"Mmm... go ahead, I'm listening..." At that moment, Ming Juan sounded like a sweet little girl of seven or eight, her sugary voice making Miao Chengmin feel an involuntary affection for her. "I won't fall asleep."
"In the Divine Realm, the proposal from the Time-Space King has officially passed, and the military distribution of the Divine Realm is starting to expand towards Dimensional Management."
"Get to the point..."
"This batch of new comrades will be the last because it's very difficult to find souls that once belonged to Earth among those scattered throughout the Divine Realm. Moreover, the directives from leadership meetings are not mandatory; there will always be those who are unwilling. So what the King conveyed to me is that due to the one-time nature of the transmigration hall device and its high costs, he discussed with all the long gods and decided to delegate his descendants to lead the mass production of artificial soldiers..."
"Get to the point... oh dear."
"That is..." Miao Chengmin struggled for words. "Another soul like mine is coming too."
"From Earth?"
"No, Taokelan Feier is a being from the four-dimensional divine domain."
"A being... such a strange term." Ming Juan yawned and nestled her head a bit deeper into Miao Chengmin's chest. "That name sounds feminine."
"Yes, she is one of Time and Space King Sogfield's descendants. By our lineage, she would be considered a great-granddaughter. I was just arranged to have a conversation with her about some matters."
"Is she pretty?"
"How would I know? We can't see them." Miao Chengmin gently tapped Ming Juan's cheek with his finger. "How could she possibly be more beautiful than you? We'll only know what she looks like when she descends."
"Will she... be like you all...?"
"Hmm?"
Ming Juan's voice grew softer, her initial murmurs fading until only the sound of her steady breathing remained under Miao Chengmin's rhythmic caress. He understood what she wanted to ask—would Lin Nofiel end up like them, becoming a zombie upon arriving on Earth? He wasn't sure if that would be the case, but he optimistically speculated that he and his siblings, who originally did not belong to the Divine Realm, could only return to Earth with their past memories by inhabiting soulless bodies. As for Taokelan Feier, being a native of the four-dimensional divine domain, she likely wouldn't be bound by such conditions. Moreover, she was a direct descendant of Space-Time King Sogfear and the leader of the last batch of dimensional support troops; Miao Chengmin believed the Divine Realm would find a way to address this.
But that wasn't the main concern. What truly worried Miao Chengmin was whether Taokelan Feier possessed any particularly special abilities. He kept trying to reassure himself that there was no need for such anxiety. However, the reality was that during the Loss War months ago, those siblings without any special powers found it difficult to leverage any advantages beyond their sheer strength. Faced with hordes of Soulless Zombies, they too could easily be torn apart. After the war ended, he could hardly bear to look at his once-proud legion reduced to such a pitiful state. For days, all Spirit Corps members lamented their fate; countless wished for death or plotted rebellion. If it weren't for his absolute strength and leadership, along with the efforts of loyal followers like George, perhaps the legion would have already disbanded.
Miao Chengmin didn't want to break his promises, but the burdens he had to bear were no less than An Xiaotian's. Standing on the land where they once lived and doing his utmost to protect it while faithfully fulfilling the mission bestowed upon him by the Divine Realm, it felt as though this homeland did not welcome all Spirit Corps members.
When the evening breeze of deep space rose, it always carried away the thoughts of those who couldn't sleep. Though neither it nor he knew where to take them, as he lifted the curtain, its edge pointed toward the city lights in the distance. That was a place many souls longed for; yet even if one were to enter it, they wouldn't know how to settle down. Thus, souls transformed into thoughts drifting into deep space—wherever that evening breeze once blew was dark but at least devoid of everything, allowing thoughts to roam free.
"Chengmin..."
Miao Chengmin thought Ming Juan had awakened and looked down to respond, only to realize she was talking in her sleep.
"When are you going to marry me...?"
A tingling sensation rose from his lower body; Miao Chengmin initially thought Ming Juan had fallen asleep on his leg. But after a long time passed, he remembered that he was no longer that person. He gazed at Ming Juan's peaceful sleeping face and felt as if he caught a glimpse of dawn breaking outside the window.
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