As global warming worsens, a scorching apocalypse descends, and even the goddesses are doing their best to wear as little as possible to beat the heat.
Reborn, Cheng Yang immediately starts stockpiling water and food.
While everyone else’s clothes are soaked with sweat and clinging to their bodies, he can watch TV with the air conditioning on.
While others would abandon every shred of dignity for a single drop of water, he can sip wine while soaking in the tub.
While everyone else fights over a single sausage, he can enjoy chilled drinks and a five-star hotel feast, taking in the view from a floor-to-ceiling window.
Once people realize Cheng Yang has abundant supplies of water and food,
the fat woman who once threatened to kill him changes her ugly tune.
His ex-girlfriend comes crawling back, begging to reconcile.
Cheng Yang couldn’t care less. There are plenty of beautiful women begging him to take them in, so why waste resources on people who have nothing to offer? Just because those two think they’re all that?
In this apocalypse, whoever has resources calls the shots, and Cheng Yang happens to have plenty.
Brother, is it possible that a surface temperature close to 60° during the day can drop to below zero in just a few minutes? From 40° in the morning to 6 in the evening, the intermediate temperature has always been above 60°, and it is global. It is impossible for the temperature to suddenly drop to below zero. If you write about cooling at night, it will not reach below zero [what]. I know you want people to come out for activities at night, but common sense should be that the temperature can only drop to a temperature that can barely be moved after 8 pm.
I found that when you write about the heat apocalypse, either the tire explodes or the engine explodes. Every time, I am speechless. The optimal operating temperature of tires is about 100 degrees, and the high temperature resistance is about 200 degrees. The engine must operate at a suitable temperature, which is 70-80 degrees, with a maximum temperature of a little over 100 degrees.
The main character is a eunuch. It's almost 60 chapters and he hasn't gotten started yet. The heroine doesn't mind. He wants to play guessing games with the heroine and let the heroine come to him automatically.
No, buddy?? Chapter 27: Spray those people with that water? Nothing happened to those people? Didn't you say that the water was poisonous? Um? Riding a horse, so careless?
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking
Just for the water plot? When you come to provoke someone, don't kill them and kill them all decisively.
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The protagonist still lives there, why? Besieged by people? I am also speechless. I went directly to the suburbs to buy a house and hid there. I knew something was going on there, and I was speechless when the police surrounded me.
Poisonous, so much nonsense
How about writing urban articles 🙂