In the last days of his life, Mao Zhi got a divine beast by chance, and he lived a "colorful" life from then on.
The mythical beast descended from the sky, dragging the whole family with it.
Leading five good young people through the end of the world.
The end of the world is coming, zombies are coming, people are gone, and the city is empty.
Mao Zhi cried and looked at the sky: Why is the Mao beast not so cool? Why is the Mao doll such a big deal?
Roubaozi: So and so, give me another bottle! Hee hee (□□), 86, let me cross this racial gap with you.
Mythical beast:·······Tukui, this ditch cannot be crossed.
A good young man, a fake doll of an old man, and a mythical beast suffering from trichomephobia, live a wonderful life together in the end of the world.