The Reborn Otaku's Code of Practice for the Apocalypse - Chapter 38

Zhao Chuchu was reborn and returned to the apocalypse. As soon as the space was full of supplies, he was thrown to death by a high-altitude projectile and dressed as a small village woman from an unknown dynasty.

At the beginning, kill the reborn natives, pacify the plague, and complete the miracle doctor achievement in one fell swoop.

The best jumping, the fist is the last word, the abuse is so bad that the scumbags cry father and mother begging for mercy.

High-yield rice, potatoes, sweet potatoes… all come from her, and the more money she earns.

Everyone is looking forward to her reconciliation with Xiao Xiucai, and hope, hope, hope, the baby is born, Xiao Xiucai is the champion, and all the way to become the first assistant.

Everyone was waiting to see when Lord Shoufu divorced his wicked wife.

[1v1, Shuangjie, sweet pet without abuse]

Recommended ending articles: Farming article “Nongmen’s Little Evil Girl”, campus article “The National Goddess is Super Drag”, “Reborn Daughter is a Scholar”, “Little Cutie is a Little Pulled”

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Zhou Youlin, a famous ice queen of the special forces. During an accident in her mission, she was betrayed by her squad mates and was shot twice. She died on the spot. When she woke up again, she became the useless madam of a rice family and was a resentful wife who was neglected by her husband. Her son, too, was neglected.“If I’m not mistaken, we’re already divorced. You’re currently invading my home, my dear ex.” Zhao Youlin raised her chin and sat at the end of the couch with her legs folded. She looked prideful.Mu Tingfeng was expressionless. “We can get married again.”Zhou Youlin quirked her eyebrows. Then, she swung her hand, and a large number of handsome men’s pictures were spread on the table.“Baby, be a good boy and choose someone you like to be your stepdaddy, okay?”Mu Tingfeng’s expression… turned dark.

Seven billion humans living on the Earth time-traveled together after they had woken up one morning. They all heard a synthesized female voice.

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.