In the Dayong Dynasty, the weather suddenly dropped, and the ice apocalypse suddenly arrived.
Refugees are everywhere, food and clothing are running out, and the once prosperous Yongjing has become a hell on earth.
Lin Xian came back from rebirth, with the memory of being robbed and beaten to death in his previous life, and unexpectedly awakened to his personal space.
This time, he was no longer a soft persimmon who allowed others to bully him.
Not Holy Mother, not savior, not soft-hearted.
Borrow money, store fine grain, collect charcoal fire, hide cotton clothes,
Fill up the space to the fullest and only keep your own side safe.
Blizzard closed the city, people were hungry and cold, and everyone struggled to survive.
And Lin is now nestled in a warm grocery store,
Eating polished rice, wrapped in fox fur, looking at the mountains of supplies piled up in the space, he smiled faintly:
"No matter how severe the cold disaster is, what does it have to do with me?
With space in my hand, I can survive this end of the world safely. "
Reader comments
Borrowing a song for 150 taels is also called a huge sum of money?
Borrowing a song for 150 taels is also called a huge sum of money?