Apocalyptic Disasters: Raiding Trillions in Supplies

"My gambling father, my sick mother, my broken family, and her new arrival. What I wash is not her feet, but the mud of walking in the world, the edges and misfortunes that have been smoothed by time, my fate of cherishing her, and her youthful years, but she is burdened with heavy responsibilities, and she should not have to bear all this." "I still remember her watery eyes and her affectionate gaze that night. She didn't care about my car or my room, but she gave me all the tenderness in the world. At that moment, I was confused. I seemed to see the lost love again, approaching me again." "She put down the box in her hand, picked up the green hair between her lips and teeth, and tied it high. At that moment, the cool light shone on her body and also shone into my heart. At that moment, I could no longer tell whether the throbbing in my heart was because of love. Now that I think about it, it is no longer important." "Today, the bright moon is in the sky, and the beauty is full of thoughts. If I don't go there today, it will appear that I don't understand the style. Although I have been poor for half my life and have no fame or fortune, I am still willing to add an insignificant touch to her at her best age. Love rises with the bell, but it is difficult to calm down when the bell stops. The origin and fall of the bell, and the fall of the bell is the beauty."

This is my first time writing a novel, so I hope you will bear with me. This book is a post-apocalyptic disaster novel, with no zombies or superpowers. It is a daily-oriented, slow-burning book. The author strives to be reasonable and leave no pitfalls. Because this is the first time I write an article, there will be some flaws. Thank you for your corrections. I will make changes in time. Fellow Taoists, use your little hands to make a fortune and remind me of updates, five-star praise. Thank you very much!! 😘❤️

It's okay, some are refreshing, some are funny, and it's all a qualified post-apocalyptic novel. Come on

Well written, thank you to the author