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The Valiant Farmgirl's Blackhearted Husband Wants a Hug

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133 Chapter 133: The Prophet

She still had a smile on her face, but there was no embarrassment or other similar emotions.

“Ahem…” Song Que coughed lightly, knowing that he was thinking too much.

“Let’s just talk here,” he said after that.

Qin Xiaoyao glanced outside.

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“Are… you sure?” she asked.

Song Que’s expression became puzzled again.

“What do you want to say?” he asked with a frown.

Why was this woman acting so strange today?

Seeing this, Qin Xiaoyao didn’t insist.

Hence, she went to the side, brought a chair over, and sat down next to Song Que.

Then, under Song Que’s guarded gaze, she rested her chin on her hands and looked at him.

“Hubby, are you…”

For the first time, Song Que felt nervous when he saw Qin Xiaoyao staring at him.

“A transmigrator?” Qin Xiaoyao asked with a smile on her chubby face.

To be able to predict the weather in the future, could he be a special ability user with the special ability to predict the future?

Although she had never met such a person during the apocalypse, she had heard that there was a prophet in the base.

It was said that these people were very mysterious and had a special temperament. They even had the ability to influence people’s minds.

As soon as she transmigrated here, she felt that her husband was not as simple as he looked.

In addition to adoration, she was actually a little afraid of him.

Now that she thought about it, if her attractive husband were a prophet, everything would make sense.

Song Que was stunned, a puzzled look on his face.

Qin Xiaoyao couldn’t help but wonder if she had made a wrong guess.

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However, she felt that she could not be wrong.

“Pretending. Are you pretending? Did you already know the story of ‘Journey to the West’ and ‘Romance of the Three Kingdoms’, but you pretended not to know to make me happy?” Qin Xiaoyao tried her best to speak to Song Que in a joking tone.

“Tell me. When did you transmigrate here? Which base did you come from? Are you a prophet?”

This time, she had already made it so clear. These words were equivalent to revealing her identity. He shouldn’t continue to hide it, right?

Sure enough, Song Que’s eyes flickered.

Just as Qin Xiaoyao was looking forward to Song Que admitting his identity, he looked at her with a thoughtful expression instead.

Gradually, she began to feel fearful of his gaze.

“So, you are a transmigrator?” Suddenly, Song Que opened his mouth.

Transmigrators, bases, and prophets?

Were these the products of her world?

So, the woman in front of him was indeed not Qin Sanya after all, but a ghost? Oh, wait. According to her, she should be called a ‘transmigrator.’

She, on the other hand, had actually assumed that he was one of her kind and suspected that he was a ‘Prophet.’

Based on the superficial meaning, could ‘Prophet’ be referring to someone who could predict the future?

She must have realized that there was something not right with him buying the courtyard dwelling and storing food in advance.

Qin Xiaoyao’s heart skipped a beat.

She hesitated, not knowing if she should admit it.

“Er…I…”

Suddenly, the corners of Song Que’s mouth curled up.

“That’s right. I’m a prophet,” he continued.

Qin Xiaoyao’s eyes instantly widened.

Then, she was ecstatic.

“Really? Brother, you’re too good at concealing yourself. You actually made things so tough for me!” As she spoke, she slapped her hand on Song Que’s shoulder.

Song Que felt his shoulder sinking under the weight, and he looked at Qin Xiaoyao with displeasure.

Seeing this, Qin Xiaoyao quickly retracted her claws with a look of fear on her face.

“It’s just… so rare to meet a fellow comrade, so I was overjoyed. We… we’re all from the same place. Don’t be so petty!” Qin Xiaoyao said.

Hmph! So what if he was a prophet? He didn’t have to be so arrogant.

Well, fine. Prophets were amazing.

She had been in the base for years, but she had never seen him.

These people either held high positions in the base or were the guests of the higher-ups.

Song Que looked at Qin Xiaoyao inquisitively.

“Which base are you from?” he asked.

Qin Xiaoyao was stunned.

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“Oh, it’s the Hope Base in City A,” she replied.

Then, without waiting for Song Que to ask any more questions, she told him about the situation in Hope Base, as well as some matters regarding herself.

This included the incident where she led her team on a mission and transmigrated here after her death.

Now that she had found a teammate, he turned out to be a big shot with the ability to predict the future.

Qin Xiaoyao would never have imagined that the other party was bluffing her.

Now, she just wanted to hug the Big Boss’ leg, set a goal to fight for, and lead a good life.

Of course, it was not bad to be able to get close to the Big Boss and be in love with him!

Song Que looked calm on the surface, but his heart was in a panic.

It was really a ghost that took over her body!

Furthermore, it was a ghost from another world.

“I’m in this situation. What about you, Big Boss?” After Qin Xiaoyao finished speaking, she looked at Song Que in an exaggerated flamboyant manner.

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“If you’re a prophet, didn’t you predict that you might get into trouble? How did you transmigrate here?” As she spoke, Qin Xiaoyao turned to look at Song Que curiously.

Song Que’s eyes flickered slightly, and his face turned gloomy.

“I was betrayed,” he spat out these words.

When he died in his previous life, he had indeed been betrayed by his trusted aide.

Qin Xiaoyao was taken aback, and she began to imagine what might have happened.

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In the end, she didn’t ask. Instead, she reached out and patted Song Que’s shoulder to comfort him.

“Let it be. It’s all in the past now.”

“Let’s think on the bright side of everything. In the end, we didn’t die and even transmigrated to escape the apocalypse, living such a good life. It’s an unexpected surprise, isn’t it?” She smiled brightly at Song Que.

Song Que hesitated for a while.

Then, the corners of his mouth curved up.

“Yes,” he responded.

In his previous life, although he had the power to rule the world, he did not live a happy life.

In this life, he had to start over.

His legs could still be healed, and his mother, younger sister, and younger brother were by his side. This was quite good.

Qin Xiaoyao was dazed for a moment when she saw his smile.

Then, she quickly retracted her gaze and removed her hand from Song Que’s shoulder.

“Er… Then what was your name in your previous life? How old are you? Are you married?” She could not resist asking Song Que.

She loved the face in front of her very much. Previously, she had thought that it was mainly because of the emotions inherited from her predecessor.

Now, it seemed that it was very likely that she was affected by his special ability.

Even though she was in a different world, as a woman brought up on good principles, she felt that she should still clarify some things upfront before deciding how to get along with the person in front of her.

Song Que looked up at Qin Xiaoyao, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips.

“If I were to say that I had the same name in my previous life and looked the same as now, would you believe me?”

Qin Xiaoyao nodded hurriedly.

“I would! I also look the same as I did in my previous life!”

She had previously suspected that she only resembled Qin Sanya.

It wasn’t until she lost some weight that she realized that she didn’t simply resemble her. In fact, she was identical to her.

The only difference was that one of them was thin, and the other was fat.

She saw Song Que’s look of disdain.

“Gosh! I mean after I have slimmed down!” Qin Xiaoyao quickly added.

“I’m a special ability user, so my body is perfect! If I hadn’t transmigrated, I wouldn’t be stuck in this pile of fat flesh.”

As she spoke, Qin Xiaoyao pinched her own arm.

After she let go, a red mark immediately appeared on the tender flesh.

Sigh! It had been more than three months since she transmigrated. Even if she had lost more than 60 pounds, she probably still had 180 pounds on her.