Doomsday space: After stocking up on supplies, I win

Doomsday space: After stocking up on supplies, I win

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Xu Youyou, who was killed by her relatives in her previous life, did not expect to be reborn a month before the end of the world. In the face of future aliens, Zerg, mutated animals and plants, zombies, and a mother who is about to give birth, she is at a loss. Unexpectedly, my father was also reborn. The father and daughter hurriedly got ready, dug a hole in the ground, repaired supernatural powers, obtained system space, and the whole family was ready to start fleeing famine and fighting monsters to upgrade. I thought I saved this guy out of kindness, but I turned out to be a perverted strong man. The latest chapter recommendation address: (This is not my own story the original author is Memories of fleeding years)https://wap.ishuquge.la/d/158776_1.html
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"When Chu Xiang woke up, he realized the world had already entered the apocalypse... The T-virus ravaged the entire world in a short time. Only 10% of the 7 billion people had immunity, and over 300 million died due to the chaos caused by the virus. On Earth's 5.1 million square kilometers, only 400 million humans survived, alongside countless zombies and mutated creatures infected by the virus. Whether on land, sea, or air, they relentlessly hunt the remaining human survivors... In the face of danger and hunger, the so-called school beauties, police flowers, spicy girls, or rich girls are nothing more than men's accessories. "Survival of the fittest" rules the day! A female celebrity? Would you trade a box of pure, uncontaminated bottled water for it? A virgin girl? Will you dance for a packet of biscuits? A wealthy young lady? Sorry, in a world where even ants can kill, running isn't an option - only elimination awaits... The food crisis forces the surviving humans to reclaim land and plant crops for self-sufficiency. The once bright-lit squares are now overgrown with crops, and the buildings that once bustled with crowds have turned into pigsties. Gone are the hustle and bustle, the pollution, the 9-to-5 routine, and Sundays off. When there's free time, you can search the ruins for valuable treasures, and when bored, you can have heart-to-heart conversations with your old girlfriends..."

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