The Farmer's Eldest Daughter Has a Spatial Pocket - Chapter 987 - : What Did He Do?

Zhang Lin, the king of Holy Light duel, was smeared by the team’s design and forced to withdraw from the online game professional league.
In order to return to the top, pick up the previous Summoner trumpet to fight against the Holy Light again, and perform the return of the king.
Summoner PK is the weakest? NO, everything is possible in Zhang Lin’s hands!
Play around with the guild, get the best equipment, and make beautiful MM…
Single P, Triple P, Group P, let the horses come over!
The bloody battle ignited the passion. Zhang Lin and his friends stepped over the mountains of corpses, and let tears and laughter witness Zhang Lin’s legendary online game life.

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Grounded in the Transcendent, framed by the Sequence, the Wizard ignited the Source Energy and spewed out a mist of Origin Energy.The roaring sound of steam echoed through the entire epoch!In the depths of shadow and the dark tide.Countless greedy, twisted, polluted, and deformed gazes were coveting this roaring new World.The World began to buzz with activity!A certain Wizard, however, was lurking silently in a corner.“I like to develop!”“Then, what is the deal with those Demon King's heads and Evil God's skeletons?”“I told you, I like to develop, and this is the fate of those who hindered my growth!!”

Despite being the ruler of a nation, nobody was willing to marry the vicious man with a bloodlust.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.