"Great! I’ll make sure to dress you up beautifully," Yuan Qiaoqiao said enthusiastically.
Le Xiaowei: "..."
She genuinely thought dressing up in flashy clothes during the apocalypse made one look like an idiot.
But there was a benefit—it allowed her to show off.
To satisfy her vanity, Le Xiaowei put in extra effort to pick out clothes with Yuan Qiaoqiao, pulling out wave after wave of outfits she thought looked good.
"This smoky jade-green dress is nice," Yuan Qiaoqiao said, immediately drawn to a long gown. She handed it to Le Xiaowei.
"Why this color?" Le Xiaowei glanced at the dress.
It was the same shade her master often wore—Mo Qing also liked it.
"I think it looks great," Yuan Qiaoqiao replied with a sweet smile, her lips curling slightly.
"Fine, this one then." Le Xiaowei didn’t feel like changing anymore.
However, wearing a dress came with a small problem—it wasn’t convenient for fighting. So she decided to change into it later that evening.
She glanced back and saw Teddy’s car still tailing them closely. Le Xiaowei stayed silent.
She’d never owned a Teddy, but this dog was way too clingy. Damn it.
"Why are they still following us?" Yu Jing also noticed the car behind them, his brows furrowing.
The windows were one-way glass, making it impossible to see inside from the outside. So when Xiao Linfeng had looked over earlier, he hadn’t realized the three of them were in the car.
Meanwhile, Xiao Linfeng had finished his business and was now leaning back, smoking a cigarette while gazing at the scenery outside.
"Master, they seem to be heading north. It looks like they’re taking the same route as us toward the northwest," Xu Wanwan, who was driving, observed after watching them for a while. Apart from stopping at the clothing store, they hadn’t done anything else.
"Northwest? This direction does lead to the highway. Let’s follow them. We can’t stay at the Southeast Base for long anyway," Xiao Linfeng said, his lips curling into a cold smirk.
He rarely lingered at the base for too long. With his harem around, the world outside the base was his paradise. Besides, Le Xiaowei seemed to be of a higher level than even Xu Wanwan.
She was a rare catch.
And he was determined to have her.
With all the plot knowledge he possessed, if he couldn’t even secure another harem member, he might as well die.
"Xiao Linfeng is heading for the highway," Si informed Le Xiaowei.
"Huh?" Le Xiaowei looked puzzled. "Doesn’t he speed all the time anyway?"
"Stop joking around," Si nearly laughed.
Le Xiaowei was a little annoyed—she wasn’t joking. She was stating facts.
But since Si said so, it seemed they wouldn’t be shaking off this persistent pest anytime soon.
Side quests were usually easier than main quests, but Le Xiaowei didn’t think killing Xiao Linfeng would be as simple as having hands.
After all, the protagonist halo above Xiao Linfeng’s head was practically bright enough to light up the entire apocalypse.
If she picked a fight, there was no guarantee the heavens wouldn’t protect this protagonist and strike her down with a thunderbolt—shattering the darkness—and then Le Xu could feast at her funeral.
"If they want to follow, let them. Brother, don’t bother with him," Le Xiaowei said, noticing Le Xu’s constant frown.
What dog doesn’t like following its owner? Might as well get used to it.
Yet, what puzzled Le Xiaowei was that even when they stopped to eat, Xiao Linfeng’s group merely halted as well, making no move to approach.
What were they planning?
Le Xiaowei was full of questions.
When Yuan Qiaoqiao got out to throw away trash, she glanced back several times and spotted a woman in a pale yellow dress washing her hands.
She seemed to be a water-type ability user.
So enviable.
Yuan Qiaoqiao couldn’t help but stare a little longer. The woman noticed and gave her a complicated look before quickly lowering her gaze and hurrying back to her car.
Le Xu, watching from the window, clenched his fists tightly.
That woman was his childhood friend, Xia Jingli.
"Sis, there was a really pretty woman back there. She looked kind of sad," Yuan Qiaoqiao said as she got back in the car, munching on spicy noodles so delicious they could make her swallow her own tongue.
Le Xiaowei had seen her too and could guess—that was Xia Jingli.
Honestly, Xia Jingli had it rough. Originally the beloved female lead in a single-heroine apocalypse novel, she’d been reduced to just another member of Xiao Linfeng’s harem. As a water-type ability user, she’d be valued elsewhere, but Xiao Linfeng had no shortage of such people.
Obtaining Xia Jingli was just another notch on his belt—a collector’s whim.
What use was Xia Jingli compared to zombies?
Zombies couldn’t break, couldn’t get pregnant, and he could do whatever he wanted with them—even boost his own abilities.
So not long after acquiring Xia Jingli, Xiao Linfeng had lost interest. The only time he paid her any attention was when Le Xu was around—there was some twisted amusement in playing with her right in front of the male lead.
Among all his harem members, Xia Jingli had the lowest presence.
"Brother," Le Xiaowei called out.
Le Xu snapped out of his thoughts and replied flatly, "I’m fine."
"After you finish eating, I’ll drive. You two can rest in the back. Hand the map to Qiaoqiao—we’ll travel through the night." Le Xiaowei really didn’t want to see Xiao Linfeng. With him around, Le Xu and the others wouldn’t dare hunt zombies.
After all, Xiao Linfeng’s specialty was stabbing people in the back—oh, and using others to do his dirty work.
Meanwhile, Xiao Linfeng was also scheming about how to claim Le Xiaowei.
His senior had told him—Le Xiaowei’s level was even higher than theirs. A few zombies could still be handled, but the real issue was that they didn’t know how many people or zombies were in that car.
He’d even asked his system to scan them, but it reported back that it couldn’t detect anything.
He wanted to curse the useless system but didn’t dare.
Everything he had now was given by the system. In his past life, he’d just been an average-looking otaku who loved pretty girls and novels.
His only chance now was during the snow moon.
If Le Xiaowei’s group was heading toward the Northwest Base, he had to delay their arrival no matter what.
The system had told him—zombies bound to his soul wouldn’t be affected by the snow, but Le Xiaowei would be different.
What Xiao Linfeng couldn’t understand was why Le Xiaowei hadn’t confronted him yet.
No matter the reason, given her fiery temper, she should’ve come to question him by now. He was getting bored with the zombies he had—someone with her kind of fiery personality would be much more exciting.
Forcing her would be thrilling.
"Senior, catch up to them. Block their car," Xiao Linfeng said, his lips curving into a smirk.
Just as Yuan Qiaoqiao finished her noodles, several cars swerved past them and cut across the road. A man stepped out, one hand in his pocket, flicking his bangs as he walked over and knocked on Le Xiaowei’s window.
Yuan Qiaoqiao grabbed Le Xiaowei’s hand.
"Sis..."
Before Le Xu could speak, Le Xiaowei rolled down the window and stared at him expressionlessly.
"Do you think you look cool?"
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