In my previous life, my girlfriend Ji Qingyao took away all my savings and ran away with my mortal enemy.
I froze to death at the bus stop in a blizzard, like a wild dog.
She was reborn two months before the apocalypse and was preparing to go out on a date with a wild man.
I pushed her out of the door: "Get out."
Then I laughed - there are still 63 days until the world freezes.
This time, I took the lead in stocking up supermarkets, moving air force arsenals, and occupying the largest air-raid shelter.
When the blizzard came and everyone was shivering, I had already built the first city of the apocalypse in the wasteland at minus 70 degrees Celsius.
But the bigger the city, the more mixed the people's hearts.
Some people want to seize power, some want to rebel, and there are external forces watching covetously.
I told them:
In the new world, my rules, Wen Yuchen's, are the laws of nature.
