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Traveling through the prehistoric times, meteorites were flying, alien beasts were rampant, and poisonous insects were rampant. She needed food but no food, and she needed tools but no tools. She was not afraid. She, Mu Nansheng, copied everything in the museum and could draw anything. There were also seeds brought by alien spaceships, and she could grow magical artifacts enough to feed billions of people. She was extremely busy refining salt, refining medicine, making wine, making vinegar and soy sauce, and forging weapons. A paranoid man scratched her head and said, "You should take care of me." Still being so arrogant when asking for help: "Submit me." A certain emperor: "Mount Tai even suppresses me and I don't change my mind. I have never said anything about being soft. But you, are you convinced or soft?" Mu Nansheng looked into the eyes of the stars in the dark night. This man was fierce and no one could withstand him. He was just wearing a harmless skin. Thinking about it makes her legs weak. "Submit." (Protect the weak, pamper yourself, heal, it's a sweet journey. Of course, if you are sick, you need to be treated, otherwise the world will suffer)