Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

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Flower shop in Dongcheng District.

Song Qing's figure appeared out of thin air on the first floor.

He was teleported to the second floor last time.

He was about to go up the stairs.

A faint call, tinged with shyness and surprise, came from the side.

"Hmm... my benefactor?"

Song Qing paused and looked over.

Just one glance.

A dazzling burst of spring light suddenly entered his field of vision without warning.

Beside her, the mixed-race nun Sun Qing was standing there.

Her heavy white mountaineering suit was gone.

Her dazzling blonde hair was simply tied into a high ponytail and hung down her back.

Her exotic, oval face was flushed with an alluring blush, and her bright blue eyes darted away nervously.

She was wearing only a close-fitting off-white sweater on her upper body.

The sweater was quite stretchy, but it was still stretched to its limit by her magnificent, voluptuous chest, outlining a breathtaking curve.

Song Qing even felt that the sweater might fall apart at any moment.

And her lower body...

A pair of long, straight, and stunningly long legs were exposed to the air, perfectly proportioned and toned, every inch just right.

She was putting on a pair of jeans, but stopped halfway through.

Thus, Song Qing saw it clearly.

The fabric features blue and white stripes and a few small strawberries.

In an instant, Song Qing felt her nose getting hot.

What's worse, Sun Qing's figure is even more exaggerated than Wang Jie's.

Sun Qing froze completely, and a blush instantly spread from her face to her ears.

"benefactor."

She called out weakly again, her voice already trembling with tears.

Song Qing immediately turned around

I heard a rustling sound of clothes being put on behind me.

After a while.

"Um... my benefactor, I'm all dressed up."

Song Qing then turned around.

Sun Qing had already put on the jeans; the tight pants perfectly showcased her long legs and shapely curves.

She lowered her head, her flushed face almost buried in her chest, her fingers nervously rubbing her long, golden hair that hung down in front of her chest, not daring to meet Song Qing's gaze.

Song Qingqian coughed.

"Ahem, the strawberries are beautiful."

As soon as he said it, he realized something was wrong.

"Ahem, no, I'm here to ask you something."

Song Qing was speechless at his disastrous remarks.

Hearing Song Qing's words, Sun Qing's face turned even redder.

Sun Qing blushed so deeply it was almost dripping blood. She murmured an "Mmm" and wished she could disappear into the ground.

Song Qing took a breath and forcibly suppressed the chaotic images in her mind.

He cleared his throat.

"Sun Qing, I've come to ask you if you know someone named Zhao Gang."

"You should also know about those ruins to the east of your church, right?"

Hearing that it was important, Sun Qing finally managed to break free from the shame that was making her feel like she was about to faint.

She scratched her blonde hair and said somewhat uncertainly.

"My benefactor... are you talking about Sister Zhao?"

Sister Zhao?

Song Qing was somewhat bewildered.

This title doesn't sound like it's referring to a man at all.

Seeing that Song Qing didn't react, Sun Qing continued to explain.

"That ruin is where we were surrounded by a horde of zombies when we went out to scavenge for supplies."

"It was Sister Zhao who saved us."

Song Qing's thoughts raced.

He pressed for an answer.

"Does his ability allow him to control the terrain?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Qing's bright blue eyes lit up, and then she nodded in a silly and cute way.

"Yes, yes! That's right!"

"Sister Zhao's special ability is to call...call..."

Sun Qing looked up at the ceiling, her fingers resting on her chin, deep in thought.

A few seconds later, as if she suddenly remembered something, she clapped her hands in realization.

"I remember now! Sister Zhao's special ability is called earth and rock manipulation!"

"She can freely change the shape of any soil or rock structure that her hand touches!"

really.

Just as I guessed.

Song Qing asked again.

"You two have a good relationship? And he's not a man?"

Sun Qing was taken aback by the question and looked at Song Qing with some surprise.

"Sister Zhao is Sister Zhao, of course she's not a man."

"Sister Zhao and I have known each other for a long time."

As he spoke, Sun Qing pulled a cell phone out of his pocket, as if to prove something.

She swiped a few times on the screen and then handed the phone to Song Qing.

Song Qing looked down.

The phone screen displays a group photo.

In the picture, a stunning blonde woman with blue eyes is making a peace sign at the camera with a bright smile on her face.

This person is clearly Sun Qing.

And next to her was another woman.

The woman had a mullet hairstyle, healthy wheat-colored skin, and an equally flawless oval face, but her style was completely different from Sun Qing's.

She had one arm around Sun Qing's shoulder in a bold manner, flashing a bright smile at the camera, exuding a heroic spirit and suggesting a rather fiery personality.

Song Qing was a little slow to grasp the situation.

He pointed at the short-haired woman.

"This is Zhao Gang?"

"Um"

Sun Qing nodded heavily.

Song Qing covered her forehead, feeling utterly speechless.

What's going on?

A name that sounds so masculine, but it turns out to be a woman's.

It seems that he has a very good relationship with Sun Qing.

This makes things a bit complicated.

His original plan was to find this guy named Zhao Gang, and if he didn't know what was good for him, he would just use force to take him down and seize the energy crystal.

But now, the other party is not only a woman, but also Sun Qing's friend.

Song Tian pondered silently in his heart, but his mouth didn't stop talking.

"How is she?"

Once this was mentioned, Sun Qing seemed to suddenly become very talkative.

She put her phone away, gently rubbed her chin with her fingers, and looked nostalgic.

"Sister Zhao is such a nice person."

"We first met a few years ago at a gym, where Sister Zhao was the owner."

"She saw that I was all alone, so she often brought me food and taught me how to use those machines."

Gym owner?

This identity does match her temperament quite well.

Song Qing silently complained to herself.

"After the apocalypse broke out, Sister Zhao would occasionally help our church."

As Sun Qing spoke, heartfelt gratitude shone through her beautiful oval face.

Listening to Sun Qing's description, Song Qing formed a preliminary impression of this woman named Zhao Gang.

He is powerful and doesn't seem to be a bad person.

Most importantly, she is Sun Qing's friend.

This means that I can no longer use the same simple and crude methods as before.

Perhaps... we could try making contact?