As soon as I opened my eyes, I transformed into the top love-minded cannon fodder in a post-apocalyptic novel who feeds zombies to save the hero.
The system that bound me laughed very cheaply: [Please live broadcast your death-seeking process to please the audience~]
I changed the name of the live broadcast room to "Hardcore Survival, Leading the Motherland to Stock Up".
When the heroine stole my supplies for the hero, I was shouting to the camera: "Family members, Little Yellow Car Link No. 1 Is a new type of military shovel! With over 10,000 likes, I asked Brother Bing to demonstrate how to shovel away zombies!"
Strange IDs were suddenly mixed into the barrage: ["Dongfeng Express" entered the live broadcast room], ["Strategic Reserve Bureau" followed you].
Later, the weird rules came and I was chosen to break through.
The weird BOSS announced the rules with a sinister smile, and I silently took out the live broadcast room.
The barrage flashed across the screen instantly: [Coordinates have been located, saturation firepower is ready! Mr. Guaitan, have you heard of the "Materialist Magic Bullet"?
