A Sickly Beauty Draws Cards to Build Infrastructure in the Apocalypse

[Buddhist update, check back after the end] After the end of the world, Lu Tianxi witnessed the cheating scene of his future aunt. She was wiped off the neck by the couple and thrown into a herd of hungry beasts. Once reborn, she returned to before the apocalypse broke out. Lu Tianxi grabbed the weapon at hand, rushed into the scumbag's house, and killed her enemy without saying a word. * The end of the world is approaching and the system is online. "Ding - congratulations to the host for binding the doomsday infrastructure system and getting three consecutive novice gift packs." Lu Tianxi gently rubbed her weak, boneless hands, and then squeezed her slender arms. She frowned slightly: "I can't lift my hands and resist my shoulders. I'm gasping for breath every time I walk, cough..." There was a pool of blood in the palm of the beauty's hand. She looked weak, pitiful and helpless no matter how she looked. "..." The system was dumbfounded. It worries about whether the host can survive until the end. Later, Lu Tianxi stepped on strange beasts, punched zombies, and shocked everyone with his strength. Behind her is always a powerful, mysterious and strange team. Wherever they went, there were no zombies left behind, and alien beasts fled with their tails between their legs. All forces with ulterior motives became increasingly frightened. * In the apocalypse, zombies are everywhere, animals and plants mutate, heavy rains flood cities, land is polluted, and supplies are scarce... Lu Tianxi rose to the challenge, drawing cards in various ways, hoarding food crazily, recruiting people from all walks of life to farm, research vaccines, and fight against natural disasters. * [The female protagonist with explosive fighting power x the beautiful, strong, miserable and protective male protagonist] The greatest blessing in life is that I have been planning for a long time, and it is also your wish. ——Lu Shirong. 1V1, sweet and refreshing story, parallel plot and emotional line. Intention: Turn against the wind and rise towards the sun.