Travel through the apocalypse and save people under the heroine's hands

Except for Mo Yuming, everyone else fell silent.

"Baby, are you hungry?" Mo Yuming gently poked the baby's soft and tender face.

"Aaaaaaah!" The baby laughed when the flesh on his face was poked.

"Baby is hungry. I'll make you some milk powder. Wait." Mo Yuming sat on the kang and felt very warm. Finally, he didn't have to keep the baby in his arms to keep it warm. Instantly, he felt relieved as if he had just given birth to a child.

"Mo Yuming, milk powder and bottles." Bai Zimu, the godfather number two, was very active in bringing over the necessary things.

"Xiao Shuixi, this child is..." No matter how Fu Bohuan stared at him, he felt that the child was alive, not like a robot.

"Oh, an old man on the street gave it to me." Mo Yuming didn't notice anything wrong and said casually.

After hearing this, several people and the zombie felt relieved.

"Ahhh waya mila!" The baby did not feel uneasy when he saw Mo Yuming making milk powder. Instead, he shouted at those who looked over.

"How cute! This little baby is not afraid of people at all." A female student exclaimed.

"If you want to touch him, you may want to wash your hands first. He is too young and his resistance is not strong. Don't kiss the baby casually. We adults have more powerful bacteria." Mo Yuming gave instructions while methodically handling the milk that the baby was going to drink.

Everyone was amazed at Mo Yuming's operation.

When Mo Yuming was feeding the baby, everyone was still staring at him curiously, making Mo Yuming feel a little uncomfortable.

"Is he a boy or a girl?" asked Teacher Wang.

"It's a boy." Mo Yuming held the baby and felt that the baby was a little heavier.

It was a rare opportunity to have such a young child. All the residents of the mixed base loved this child very much. Even the three beasts came over to see him.

"This, this, is this what children look like?" The mysophobic Ou Minyan rarely showed a look of disgust. Instead, he carefully circled around the kang and tried to reach out and touch it several times, but retracted his hand when he was about to touch it.

"You can touch it. You have washed your hands six times." Mo Yuming was speechless.

"I won't break him, will I?" Ou Minyan's eyes were full of fear.

"It'll be fine if you touch it gently."

"How lightly?" Ou Minyan asked seriously with a frown.

Mo Yuming: ...

"By the way, what is the child's name?" Zou Yaxi asked curiously.

"I don't know. The child's grandfather didn't tell me." Mo Yuming was also a little troubled.

"Just call him Mo Ling." Ling Xuan looked gentle as he used lightning to condense a cute little rabbit to amuse the baby.

"No, I think Mo Huanyi sounds better." Li Binyi condensed a fire hamster to fight against the little rabbit.

"All of your names are too vulgar. Calling him Mo Zhihuan sounds very smart." Fu Bohuan demonstrated the flame color reaction to the baby.

"Mo Enyu." Huo Siyu blew away all their tricks with a gust of wind.

At first, Mo Yuming was so busy washing the baby's bottle that he didn't pay attention to the words. He only listened to the pronunciation and thought about the names seriously. However, he later realized that these names all had their own meanings.

Baby: "Wa ...

If he were conscious now, he would definitely say: Am I also a part of your play?

"Mo Yuming, the name I gave him is better. Children should be happy and cheerful." Li Binyi said.

"It's better for little boys to have cooler names." Ling Xuan originally wanted to add some words in the middle, but the probability of being chosen might be lower if he added them.

"You don't understand. Children should be more intellectual." Fu Bohuan's eyes were full of interest. This would be the child that he and Xiao Shuixi would raise together.

“Children should be taught good character first, and most importantly, learn to be grateful.” Huo Siyu believes that although no way has been found for zombies and humans to have close contact, it is also possible to have children first.

"Ah, actually this child has a name." Zou Yaxi found a replacement quilt and took off the yellow swaddling clothes, and happened to find a few small words sewn inside the swaddling clothes: Nangong Yaoxi.

Mo Yuming leaned over to take a look: Huh? Isn't such a name a bit too out of place in a post-apocalyptic novel?

After spending a lot of time coming up with names that were never used, a few people and a zombie: …

However, since the child already had a name, they didn't have to go through the trouble of picking a new one. However, the name was a bit difficult to pronounce, so Mo Yuming gave Nangong Yaoxi a nickname, Doraemon.

It is now the second day of winter and the temperature is minus 6 degrees Celsius. The clothes they wear are still warm enough, and they can even wear only sweaters in the room with a kang.

After traveling for so many days, Mo Yuming decided to treat everyone to a good meal, so he planned to go to the lake to catch a few koi to make the fish soup base.

As they approached the lake, a turtle floated up.

"Young man, have you gone to see the Imperial Master?" said the turtle, spitting out bubbles.

Mo Yuming was a little surprised and couldn't help asking, "Senior Turtle, do you know the National Master?"

"The black tortoise was once the sacred animal of our country." The voice of the national teacher sounded in his mind.

It turns out there is such a connection between the two.

"Put your hand on the black turtle's head and I'll say a few words to it," said the national teacher.

After hearing this, before Mo Yuming could communicate with the turtle, the turtle straightened its head.

When he placed his hand on the turtle's head, the Imperial Master asked, "Black Turtle, are you the only one who survived?"

Tears slowly flowed from the turtle's eyes, "Yes, I inherited their will and knowledge."

"Thank you for your hard work. This will all be over soon." The national teacher said with a sigh.

"Well, I see that the hexagram has opened up a way of survival." The turtle looked up at Mo Yuming, and seemed to be looking at someone through Mo Yuming.

"Outsider, for the whole winter, the emperor, the black turtle and I will fall into a deep sleep to store energy. The black turtle is afraid of the cold, so you move it to a warm place. When spring comes and flowers bloom, the world will usher in new changes." The imperial teacher's voice seemed a little suppressed.

Mo Yuming didn't know whether he should respond. After all, the National Master seemed unwilling to let the system hear their conversation in his mind. But before he could take the next step, he suddenly heard a strange groan.

“Hmm~~~~~~~”

"Emperor... I'm still explaining... things."

Mo Yuming was embarrassed: Ah, I can't play phone doi, but I can still play voice transmission doi? Exciting!

"Well, then I'll... take my leave first." The Imperial Master's voice clearly sounded like someone fleeing in panic.

"Haha, haha, haha, the emperor hasn't seen the imperial preceptor for hundreds of years. The imperial preceptor is in trouble." The turtle's unique eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, actually revealed a hint of amusement.

Mo Yuming: As long as Senior Turtle doesn’t stamp your approval, I can pretend that nothing happened.

At this time, several koi floated up.

"Sese detected!" a koi said excitedly.

Mo Yuming: Help, this radar is amazing!