My serial, Survival Guide to a City in Crisis, is looking for follows. It's a light sci-fi apocalypse novel. The blurb is at the very bottom.
------------This novel's blurb------------
Bai Luoxun was a bartender, the kind who only knew how to make gin and tonics and Long Island iced teas.
He was also a small-time thug, the kind who swore every other word.
As the saying goes, the wicked eventually get what's coming to them. One day, he finally met his destined nemesis.
Huang Jinming was a property developer, the kind who hadn't spent much time in school but spouted all sorts of moral principles.
He was also an old fox, the kind who calculated how much his closest friend would fetch if put on a scale and sold.
As another saying goes, it's not that retribution never comes, just that its time hasn't arrived. And so he set off down a path of misfortune.
So, this is a clean, everyday story about a brief encounter. (The entire novel is complete. It may be bad, but it won't be abandoned.)
This novel is complete. Next up: Survival Guide to a City in Crisis
In 2171, the era of nuclear peace ended, and war broke out once more.
Biological weapons tore through every defense around Lin City. Those prepared for the apocalypse had already built their own survival nests, stockpiling supplies and setting up defenses so they could live through the end of the world.
But another group wanted to use the weapons in their hands to protect the land beneath their feet.
Technology meets force; protection clashes with self-preservation.
Who can safeguard whose survival? Who can save a crumbling world and end the crisis at gunpoint?
Impulsive beast Qin Cheng X strategic homebody Lin Yu
A city besieged by zombies: we survive together.
P.S. A completely fictional apocalypse novel, with no real-world allegories, and no spatial powers, cultivation, or wuxia elements. Light sci-fi, heavy melodrama and wish fulfillment.
Theme: No theme.
The end of the flowers (*??*).?.:*? The end of the flowers (*??*).?.:*? The end of the flowers (*??*).?.:*?
I am (?ε`;)
Wuwuwuwuwu Dahuang and Xiaobai are both fools
My grandpa, whom I was very close to, had a cerebral hemorrhage and lay in bed for three or four years before he passed away. During this period, he exhausted the emotions of those around him and everyone became insensitive. It wasn't until he passed away for a long time that one day he suddenly remembered some memory fragments and felt like crying. Sadness does not seem to be an emotion, sadness becomes a fragment.
It's over, I have no brain anymore
It's over, I have no brain anymore
It starts from drinking together, ends with drinking together, and ends with flowers~~
It starts from drinking together, ends with drinking together, and ends with flowers~~
It starts from drinking together, ends with drinking together, and ends with flowers~~
It starts from drinking together, ends with drinking together, and ends with flowers~~