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I'm Hoarding for the Apocalypse

In the second year of the apocalypse, Du Yue died alone, killed by apathy and exposure to extreme weather. Somehow, she opened her eyes to find herself not only alive, but also back when it was three months before the apocalypse. Despite the surprise, she thought about the upcoming disasters and upheavals. First, it was the fog that carried a virus that stayed for a month. Then, global temperatures rose to over 120 degrees, evaporating most of the world's water and melting all the icebergs. After that were level-10 earthquakes, cyclones, tsunamis, permanent eclipse, and avid rain... and that was not all, because after global warming, came global freezing. As temperatures dropped to below negative fifty, the savagery humans displayed was far worse than any imagined horrors like zombies! Knowing what was coming, Du Yue sold off her family property and used the pocket dimension her mother left her to hoard as many resources as possible, so that she could survive the apocalypse. Meat? Grain? Oil? Spices? Weather gear? She bought everything! Steaks, French fries, spaghetti, and canned food must all be stocked up! To He Xing, the male lead, she was a god and the key to surviving the apocalypse! Having thought of the apocalypse, Du Yue sold off her family property and used the pocket dimension her mother left her to hoard as many resources as possible, so that she could survive the apocalypse. Meat? Grain? Oil? Spices? Weather gear? She bought everything! Steaks, french fries, spaghetti and canned food must all be stocked up! To He Xing, the male lead, she is a god and the key to surviving the apocalypse!

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620 Chs

The Sizzling Chicken Leg

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The man's attitude did not anger He Xing. Instead, he smiled and put his hand into his bag. Zuo Mingdong panicked when he saw this, "He Xing, you can't..." However, before Zuo Mingdong could finish his sentence, He Xing took out a chicken leg wrapped in oil paper from his bag.

It was a big piece of fragrant chicken leg. It seemed to have been cooked not long ago, and it was still warm. As soon as he opened the oil paper, one could smell the fragrance of meat. He Xing's slender fingers held the chicken leg, and he waved it in front of the man. Just by looking at it, one could tell that the chicken leg was definitely very delicious. Zuo Mingdong forgot to continue the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He only followed He Xing's movements and looked at the chicken leg in his hand.