Doomsday: Don't Bother Me Salted Fish

Shen Huijuan couldn't laugh or cry, what nonsense were she talking about?

"What I'm most worried about is you."

Her daughter has a fifth-level gold-type superpower and is not even afraid of sixth-level zombies. She is unlikely to be injured. Zhou Youan looks smart and knows how to protect himself in danger. Only Tan Zhewen always feels like a fool.

A person is a member of their team. If something happens, his parents must not resent them to death?

They are all good children, and she hopes they can all be safe.

Tan Zhewen laughed and quickly comforted Shen Huijuan: "Auntie, don't worry. I've been very lucky since I was a child. I'm very lucky. I guarantee that nothing will happen to me."

It is no exaggeration to say that he suspected that he was the chosen one, and that nothing would happen to him if anything happened to him.

After all, he was not her own child, and the other party insisted on going. Shen Huijuan couldn't say anything else, so she just told the three of them: "You all must be careful, and don't be brave when things happen. Even if the sky falls, you three won't be there to hold it up."

"Don't worry, Mom."

Jian Yue agreed. She was not bragging. When it came to fate, most people were no match for her. She had rich experience.

"I know, Auntie."

Zhou Youan and Tan Zhewen responded repeatedly.

Afterwards, Tan Zhewen and Tan Qian said goodbye, and also told their families about the mission.

Shen Huijuan plans to cook some porridge, noodles or steamed buns, and cakes so that they can have a hot bite outside. The space power has been exposed and can be used openly.

That night, Jian Yue and Zhou Youan went to bed early. Shen Huijuan was busy until late and cooked a lot of food in the kitchen. She didn't know how many days she would be away, so she prepared a lot.

In the morning, Zhou Youan got up very early. When he saw the note left for him by Shen Huijuan, he put all the food that was warming on the stove into the space.

Not long after waiting, Jianyue got up and went next door to call Tan Zhewen. The three of them braved the wind and snow and headed to the north gate of the base.

The heavy snow has not stopped since it started. After one night, the snow can cover the ankles, making it difficult to drive, and it is even harder to move a bicycle.

It was windy and snowy, and the three of them walked forward against the wind. There was no one on the road and there were no lights. They all relied on the light in the hand of Tan Zhewen, who was walking at the front.

Halfway through, he happened to meet Fu Hang and several superpowers he brought with him. Fu Hang is an ice superpower. It is easy to control the wind and snow. Even the wind and snow cannot get close to him. There seems to be a transparent person around him.

The glass cover prevents wind and snow from reaching the front.

Everyone was white, but he was the only one who was calm and unhurried.

Recognizing the three of them, Fu Hang took the initiative to say hello: "Hello."

He knew that the three of them would be invited to participate in the operation, and that was exactly what happened.

Jianyue nodded towards Fu Hang: "With you participating in this operation, there is no need to worry."

Ice-type superpowers are special and rare superpowers. Like thunder-type superpowers, they can exert greater strength than those with the same level of superpowers.

"I don't dare to take it seriously. It is more reassuring to have someone as powerful as Captain Jian participating."

Fu Hang is not exaggerating, he really feels so.

"I'm not the captain, this one is." Jian Yue pointed at Zhou Youan.

Fu Hang looked surprised. He usually defaults to the strongest person as the captain, but Zhou Youan himself is a third-level and very rare space superpower, so it makes sense for him to be the captain.

Fu Hang quickly apologized: "Sorry, it was my negligence, Captain Zhou, Miss Jian."

"It doesn't matter." Zhou Youan said, "I just like to worry."

I’ll update one chapter first, and the rest will be updated after 12 o’clock, okay?