Crazy criticism of the female protagonist × Crazy criticism of the male protagonist, the whole fight is fun, and you will fight if you don't accept it. The end of the world + rebirth + space + stocking up + strong women + pets
When I took my last breath in the flood, I saw my scumbag dad boarding the lifeboat with his stepsister in his arms, and my "best friend" holding the half bottle of water he grabbed and grinning at me.
When I opened my eyes again, the rainstorm had not yet come, and the city was still safe - I was reborn three days before the end of the world.
At the touch of your fingertips, 100 square meters of portable space slowly unfolds to keep things fresh, store things, and even grow live plants.
I cashed out online loans and mortgaged real estate, and I emptied supermarket shelves like crazy: Tomahawk steaks filled the cold chain area, 500 barrels of gasoline piled up in the corners, and antibiotics and crossbow arrows were stocked in boxes. While others were fighting over half a loaf of moldy bread, I was at home petting General, a retired military dog, and eating an '82 Lafite with an omelette.
Does acid rain corrode skin? I have already prepared a three-story steel villa. Blood vessels burst due to extreme cold? Down jackets can pile up in the space.
A scumbag and a bitch come to your door to beg? Just let the dogs bite off their legs. The unscrupulous neighbor wants to steal supplies? Frozen ice sculptures stood at the door as warning signs.
Until I met the man carrying the Tang Dao in the heavy fog, and his fire-controlling fingertips brushed my frozen eyebrows: "Want to form a team? I can grow wheat in my space."
Lu Chen, the apocalyptic boss whose name I only heard from in his previous life, has become the sharpest knife around me in this life.
Natural disasters take turns raging, mutants roar and approach, the official Noah's Ark only saves the "elite"?
I sneered, and the ice pick penetrated the officer's throat: "I grabbed the ticket. I decided the rules of the new world."
