The apocalypse arrives.
Earthquakes, volcanoes, floods, tsunamis, plagues, zombies: disasters erupt one after another!
The handsome and adorable college student Ke Ai lacks the means to obtain a ticket aboard the modern ark, but he gets a ticket to the Romantic Continent. On this wondrous, romantic continent, he acquires a territory of his own, where hard work brings rewards!
But wherever there are people, there are rivalries, and the Romantic Continent is no exception. Outside lies a black landscape of blood and smoke; within, a wartime epic of magic and battle aura unfolds. See how the kindhearted protagonist uses the resources of the Romantic Continent to help his fellow survivors in the real world, then enlists his friends from the real world to help him carve out a domain on the Romantic Continent!
This is the story of an adorable young man who farms, fights, and finds romance in the apocalypse!
The emotional line was very blunt, but I ignored it. As for Phoenix Town, state machinery has always been like this. How can you talk about fairness and environmental protection with state agencies? You have to have that strength, especially in the end of the world like in the article. The Romantic Continent is actually used as a factory by the government, and it will be abandoned sooner or later. After using it, because you can't go back once you come, those politicians and leaders shrugged their shoulders at not coming in~~~ In fact, when they attacked Butterfly Valley last time, they should have killed every one, because sooner or later, Chiang Kai-shek will follow orders and bring some scientists in, and then destroy everything they can in order to maximize profits.
Great author, please update soon
Very nice. Looking forward to when it will be updated.
Ah ah ah ah, author, please come back soon. Don't abandon such a loyal reader like me.
I can't help but want to leave a review for each chapter, but I don't know what to say. It's really interesting. I hope the author won't abandon the article.
Has Dada given up the trap? No, it's pretty good-looking, come on! ! !
This is such a good article, why do so many people leave comments?
I think that even if writing is very hard, don't add mental garbage. It will be misleading for people who have no discernment ability, and it will be very bad for those who have the ability to discern. After all, I like to see bad things happen to bad people. After watching it, I wanted to be a bad guy because I was not harmed. If the author wants to vent, don't vent it out. It's just a pity for the readers. Although posting is encouraged, you should still have some level of IQ. Or are you deliberately making a fool? I think the protagonist represents the author's thoughts and personality to a certain extent.
The pit is deep.
Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails.
Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat.
So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky.
Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze.
So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner.
"Are you new here?" Someone asked me.
"Yes!"
"You looked good climbing down!"
I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled.
"Climb out together and take a breath?"
She invited me like this.
"No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit.
There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again.
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
"Is it comfortable to squat?"
"My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!"
"Lie down!"
"Are you going out too?"
"Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!"
You see, people can never give up hope.
So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole.
Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word.
I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living.
Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind;
Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climb towards you step by step, pass through your black hair, my hand, pass through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am?
Please reprint.
[Well, this is transferred from the hands of a certain rape flower TX, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]
I think I can't stand it! !
I'm really speechless! ! !
The emotional line was very blunt, but I ignored it. As for Phoenix Town, state machinery has always been like this. How can you talk about fairness and environmental protection with state agencies? You have to have that strength, especially in the end of the world like in the article. The Romantic Continent is actually used as a factory by the government, and it will be abandoned sooner or later. After using it, because you can't go back once you come, those politicians and leaders shrugged their shoulders at not coming in~~~ In fact, when they attacked Butterfly Valley last time, they should have killed every one, because sooner or later, Chiang Kai-shek will follow orders and bring some scientists in, and then destroy everything they can in order to maximize profits.
Great author, please update soon
Very nice. Looking forward to when it will be updated.
Ah ah ah ah, author, please come back soon. Don't abandon such a loyal reader like me.
I can't help but want to leave a review for each chapter, but I don't know what to say. It's really interesting. I hope the author won't abandon the article.
Has Dada given up the trap? No, it's pretty good-looking, come on! ! !
This is such a good article, why do so many people leave comments?
I think that even if writing is very hard, don't add mental garbage. It will be misleading for people who have no discernment ability, and it will be very bad for those who have the ability to discern. After all, I like to see bad things happen to bad people. After watching it, I wanted to be a bad guy because I was not harmed. If the author wants to vent, don't vent it out. It's just a pity for the readers. Although posting is encouraged, you should still have some level of IQ. Or are you deliberately making a fool? I think the protagonist represents the author's thoughts and personality to a certain extent.
The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climb towards you step by step, pass through your black hair, my hand, pass through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am? Please reprint. [Well, this is transferred from the hands of a certain rape flower TX, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]
I think I can't stand it! ! I'm really speechless! ! !