Focusing on pursuing a career, turning the tables and being indifferent to others
In the tenth year when Song Zhaosui was struggling to survive in the apocalypse, the base leader and his wife were once again performing a bloody drama of chasing him and escaping.
He held the basin and ate the dried melon rice without any delay. The next second——
The leader's wife was infected by zombies on the way to escape. The leader hugged her and looked up to the sky and roared, "I want the whole world to bury you with you!!!"
Wait, what is this? !
The leader went crazy and opened the gate of the base, the world's last utopia fell, and Song Zhaosui suffered a miserable burp.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back to the time when he accompanied his leader and his wife to start a business from scratch, and there was an extra book in his mind.
It turns out that I am in a bloody rebirth novel. The previous life is just a summary of the past. In this life, leading the protagonist and his wife to chase his wife in the crematorium and the multi-faceted Shura field has just begun.
In order for the protagonist to progress smoothly, he has to be put back and restarted again and again, eating a meal ten times, sleeping for seven days, and going to the toilet...
Song Zhaosui: Just catch him and pluck him out alone, right?
Whoever likes to be this tool man, Song Zhaosui directly flipped the table and bombarded the protagonist and his wife. If we can't talk about it, don't talk about it, or they will die!
Song Zhaosui took control of the base and embarked on the road of beating mandarin ducks. Even the master Qingtian could not solve the case. He was nicknamed the ruthless master. There was no cp that could not be dismantled in his hands.
Until one day, gossip spread about him and his best assistant, the leader of the mercenary group, Lu Xingjian.
Song Zhaosui investigated the source of the rumor. Behind the door, Lu Xingji, a shirtless man with a cigarette in his mouth, said calmly, "It's not spreading, I just have a crush on you."
Song Zhaosui rubbed his eyebrows and felt a headache. How could a capable and obedient left arm be carried crookedly?
Purpose: Be your own protagonist
