[Apocalypse + Hoarding + Space + Lone Wolf Heroine + Not the Holy Mother + Refreshing Article]
When he woke up, Su Nian plunged into the extremely cold apocalypse novel that he had stayed up three nights to finish.
There are still three months until a blizzard of minus 80 degrees Celsius sweeps the world.
While others were busy trying to conquer the male protagonist in the book, the first thing she did in the book was to climb over the wall and steal the male protagonist's space ring.
In three months and 80 million yuan, she spent money like crazy:
Safe house?
The titanium alloy mechanical vault door and the military high manganese steel plate reinforce the load-bearing wall, which can even carry micro-missiles.
Supplies?
Ten thousand tons of rice, fifty tons of fresh meat, and three thousand tables with banquets were all crammed into an absolutely static space.
Arms?
Five Black Star pistols, two shotguns, and five hundred carbon fiber crossbows.
The day when extreme cold comes.
The entire city was cut off from water and electricity, and tens of millions of people were frozen into ice sculptures.
Su Nian, on the other hand, was wrapped in a cashmere blanket, eating Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, cooking Wagyu hot pot, and drinking iced Coke.
Neighbors smashed the door and asked for help?
High frequency sound wave expeller serves.
Someone covets her supplies?
Learn about the Black Star Pistol.
On the ice field at 80 degrees below zero, she drove a tracked snowmobile and emptied the city's logistics center, medical base, and energy storage station.
Everyone is struggling to stay alive.
Only she lives more comfortably than before the end of the world.
Reader comments
The bad stuff of the empty-handed white wolf.
Ai. . .
So messy emmm
Chaos. . . . .
It smells like AI, and the plot is old-fashioned and blunt.
Chapter 15 begins with a messy repetition of the geographical location of the community.
The bad stuff of the empty-handed white wolf.
Ai. . .
So messy emmm
Chaos. . . . .
It smells like AI, and the plot is old-fashioned and blunt.
Chapter 15 begins with a messy repetition of the geographical location of the community.
Good, good, good