With My Profound Love, I Offer to the Years - Chapter 117: It’s love, not loved

After being awakened from their slumber, billions of people found themselves dispersed in various sealed crypts. Surrounded by earth, they each had only a shovel.

The full-level boss Lu Jingzhi crossed over.

Start with a thatched cottage, with three family members attached.

Lu Jingzhi gnawed on the bun and clenched her fists—rise up, she wants to rise up!

After all, he is the owner of the three-line ability, sitting on the space, with a lot of food, so is it possible that he will starve to death in the valley?

It’s just—something is wrong with my mother, what, she was reborn, and she was an imperial concubine in her previous life?

There is something wrong with my sister, what, is she a female president from modern times?

There is something wrong with my sister, what, she also wore it…

Lu Jingzhi was ecstatic… the whole family worked together, is it still far from the days of eating hot pot and living in a villa?

Hunting, farming, making jam, growing peppers, opening a milk tea shop… Life is getting more and more prosperous.

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.