Harem app - Chapter 66: Savior

Chen Xiaoyun, an orphan from Guangzhou, China, once met a girl who looked remarkably like him. Before he could learn more about her, a deadly virus was unleashed around the globe.Humans turned into creatures straight out of video games and movies, and zombies and mutants roamed the streets with no one to stop them.From tanks to jockeys to even invisible zombies and mutated dogs. The mutations are just endless.“Why is there a zombie apocalypse just as I find my family? And why can I suddenly create things from thin air?”Will Xiaoyun survive the chaos with the new people he meets along the way? Will he use his newfound abilities to bring peace to a devastated world?Or perhaps he will just take another nap in the bed like a lazy pig——“Shut up. How am I supposed to do anything when you keep throwing women at me?”

Her father cheated on her and her mother remarried. Qin Yilan, who seemed to live in a dog-blood drama since childhood, finally lived a good life with a house and money after half a lifetime of hard work. As a result, she was diagnosed with breast cancer during a physical examination! ! !

Half a lifetime of hard work was in vain, Qin Yilan laughed angrily, thief God! Want me to die? no way!

Qin Yilan, who fought against fate, didn’t fall to his death, but because of his behavior of going against Tiandao even in death, he met a partner, Tiandao’s trumpet!

Tiandao Trumpet: You and I join forces to change the fate of a specific candidate.
Qin Yilan: Why do you do this?

Tiandao trumpet: If you change too much, Tiandao will become stupid, and I can take the opportunity to replace it and become a new Tiandao.

Qin Yilan: What’s in it for me?
Tiandao Trumpet: Is immortality enough?
Qin Yilan: Done!

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After waking up from a car accident, not only was I alive, I had also gained a new ability. If I stare at someone or a photo for three seconds, I’m able to see whom and when they shall marry… The 18th tier small-time actor Shen Chuchu knew that with this skill, her mother would never have to worry that she will starve to death again. She would put down her roots on Weibo first, then open a matchmaking store on Taobao.* “Your husband is a close friend and you will be married in March next year. You will have a happy marriage.” “Your husband will appear at your company’s dessert store soon, so remember to keep a close watch every day.” …… *Note: Weibo is a popular social media app in China with functions similar to Twitter. Taobao is basically the Chinese eBay/Amazon. A certain amateur celebrity is already married? A certain director’s wife is going to have an accident soon? One day, someone came to her for matchmaking. “Sorry, lady. Fortune-telling requires fate, and it seems like we don’t have that between us.” “Isn’t this just about money? As long as you can figure out my son’s marriage, I can pay you tenfold. No matter how much!” F***ing hell, it wasn’t that she wouldn’t predict the match. The arrogant CEO’s future spouse was actually her.

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