"The author had a dream one day. He got up and decided to write down the dream, and then added something strange..."
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Zhao Wu is an abandoned housewife in his 20s. He stays at home all day long, receiving a few manuscripts, drawing pictures and fishing, and is called madam by his little fans.
Then I save money and buy figurines of my wives. I actually live a pretty comfortable life.
But a zombie virus popped up out of nowhere, and all of a sudden the whole country fell.
Let's do it...
Zhao Wu looked at his ridiculously pale skin and his little arms and legs that lacked exercise due to years of squatting at home.
I realized it all at once.
People like me live one day at a time.
If you burp your fart any day, just burp your fart.
Living happily is the most important thing now, so how can we live happily?
Of course I am happiest when I am with my figurine wives!
"So, which one is more important, the figure or the companion (me)?"
The hot-blooded young man looked at Zhaowu with a face full of sorrow and anger, just like a yellow flower girl (?) Who was abandoned by a scumbag.
Zhaowu looked up at the sky, looked down at the figures, and finally looked at the passionate young man with a serious look on his face.
"I think it's important for the old lady to do it."
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I wish I had fun writing it!
The running account is the best! ! !
(What the hell am I writing...)