Blue Star is safe. The premise is that you don't look outside the Xingchen quarantine area.
Jiang Xiaomi didn't have to watch it. She only needs to stir a pot of thick porridge with her sister in Tongzilou to finish the day. But the abyss is unreasonable, and the mutants will not go around the sister who sent out the flyers.
She exchanged her life for a military contract - her sister would never be in danger again in this life.
The price was that she herself was included in the list of consumption batches.
Sixteen years old, with broken arms that have not healed, he was thrown into the wasteland to participate in the elimination of life. His teammates were a greedy cat, a reckless man of the thunder type who had a crush on the medic, an ice type lone wolf who did not obey orders, and a cold-faced senior who used the battlefield as an operating table.
The only good news: She can create super-sized heavy weapons out of thin air.
The only bad news: The weapons were all pink and looked like giant toys stolen from an amusement park.
The instructor opened the roster, took a look at her overall rating, and wrote three words: To be seen.
Forty-eight hours later, those three words were crossed out.
The new annotation has only two words - danger.
Reader comments
The writing is so touching.
There was a second revision, and the content of the first chapter was different from what I had read before, so I couldn't catch up with the content when I continued reading.
Very well written, good luck to the author
Growth in adversity, the brilliance of human nature, trying your best to survive, and running without leaving any room. I especially like the beauty of this tough soul blooming in desperate situations. Keep it up.
The writing is so touching.
There was a second revision, and the content of the first chapter was different from what I had read before, so I couldn't catch up with the content when I continued reading.
Very well written, good luck to the author
Growth in adversity, the brilliance of human nature, trying your best to survive, and running without leaving any room. I especially like the beauty of this tough soul blooming in desperate situations. Keep it up.