While others were chewing tree bark in the snowstorm at minus 60 degrees Celsius, Li Xian was lying in a wooden house with full geothermal heat, rinsing his belly.
Seven days before he was reborn in the apocalypse, he bound the cabin survival system. Stocking up on supplies? Bonus carry-on space. Build a cabin? Harvest the magical construction hammer - knock once to upgrade the wall, knock twice to break the neighbor's villa into building material packages on the spot. As for that universal workbench? As long as there are enough materials, crossbow arrows are nothing, I can just rub the cannon with my hands!
Extreme cold is coming and the world is frozen. The powerful and wealthy man who used to be a high-ranking man knelt in the snow, trembling and begging him to take him in. Li Xian held the mutton roll in his mouth and smiled slightly: "Want to come in? Okay, let's chop down ten trees first."
Later, the survivors desperately discovered that the legendary "base lord" was already building the tenth-floor sky garden. And his biggest headache every day is - how can the newly cultivated strawberries be big and sweet at minus 60 degrees?
