The end is coming, strange things appear frequently, the sky collapses and the earth breaks apart, and the ocean becomes restless.
Dai Youshuang panicked and rushed out of the office building with his briefcase in his arms, a battle between heaven and man in his mind.
——The world is destroyed. Should she find a place to hang herself to avoid suffering, or should she survive for just one more second?
While he was wandering, someone suddenly raised his staff and shouted in front of him, and a magic crystal shield enveloped him.
When she turned around, she saw unintelligible words coming from the woman behind her, and plants and animals came out to protect her.
Looking up again, two or three boys and girls in fashionable clothes were flying on the cracked sword in the sky.
Dai Youshuang:......
Sorry!
She is the only co-author without a golden finger? !
Dai Youshuang, who was breaking down and crying while running fast on the ground, got angry and used his briefcase to whip the six-headed dog at his feet.
"This is not fair! I want to live too!"
The six-headed dog cried in a human voice: Sister, sister, stop whipping, you are not fair to me.
｜Ordinary people's survival in the doomsday
｜Records of human survival as a cowardly and neurotic cannon fodder
Purpose: Everyone's existence has meaning
