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Rebirth: Living in Wilderness with My Superpower

In the apocalypse, Bai Junjun and her arch-enemy wiped each other out fighting over resources. When she opened her eyes again, she unexpectedly found herself in ancient times. The apocalypse's big shot had turned into a refugee fleeing famine. War, famine, plague, bandits... dangers lurked everywhere. Fortunately, her Special Ability had followed her. The Wood-series Ability was incredibly useful in fleeing war and famine. Facing famine, a flick of her fingers made food grow wildly. Facing plague, by casting a Healing Technique, she became immune to all diseases. Facing bandits... as long as... as long as she aligned with the strongest Seven-Person Team, who would dare to attack? There was just one problem—the leader of the Seven-Person Team was her ex-fiancé, who was one foot in the grave. That was a bit awkward. They used each other for their mutual benefit, She provided food, and he ensured her safety. But... the ex-fiancé was a bit of a glutton, wasn't he? Until an accidental intimate encounter, Bai Junjun suddenly saw a vast Space. Wait a minute! The food that she had grown with her Special Ability... was it all in here? This guy actually had a Space! ... They broke off the engagement at the height of prosperity, and they reunited amidst chaos. When both the male and female lead have changed their hearts... Two max-level bosses meet on a narrow path in ancient times, eventually joining forces in a story of internal spiraling competition.

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Chapter 567 Many Wives

"Yes," Dian Lv nodded obediently without saying much.

The nanny beside her also remained silent.

Neither of them showed any pity for Bai Junjun's pitiful background, remaining cool and indifferent.

After securing the hairpin, Bai Junjun finally stood up.

Clad in a moon-white gown, her simple coiffure adorned with just two pearl hairpins, her delicate features flushed with the natural bloom of youth—she needed no rouge to mimic the fresh blush of peach blossoms in March.

Bai Junjun was now nearly 17, a graceful and slender young lady.

Before the chaos of the nation, people only remembered her intelligence, but now it was clear that only such beauty could be called the world's number one.

This beauty was wholly different from Wenren Pingting's dignified grace; she was like the ephemeral night-blooming cereus—mysterious, delicate, ethereal, untouched by worldly concerns.

The servants all seemed a bit stunned by the sight.