In the year 3207 of the interstellar calendar, Lin Yu, a young man from the garbage planet, had a genetic breakdown and only had 3 hours left to live.
I thought I was dead, but I picked up a red tip bag in the ruins that connected to ancient times.
On the other end was the manager of the imperial kitchen who was about to be beheaded.
Lin Yu casually threw an abandoned holographic projector over: "This 'immortal trace' will save your life. Give me meat in exchange for fat and thin ones!"
So——
The gene repair agent, which is hard to find in the entire league, is like a younger brother in front of this bowl of braised pork!
A piece of meat can last for three days; a plate of chicken can give you more than a thousand pounds of strength!
When the gang leader was driving a mecha across the wasteland, Lin Yu was drinking century-old bone soup and shattered the alloy armor with a backhand punch.
"In this day and age, if you have meat to eat, you can really do whatever you want."
