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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.

Soy Sauce Pearl · 歴史
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629 Chs

Chapter 347: Random Inspection or Extraction?

She never expected Yuwen Qing to actually rush to the frontline, which was quite a surprise to her.

She thought he would hide in his tent and never show his face.

Following Yuwen Qing, a small column of cavalrymen came next, and then a man wearing majestic armor and an iron helmet with red plumes. He rode a tall horse, his features handsome and his eyes bright, exuding the aura of a military commander.

Behind the Great General still was a vast sweep of cavalry galloping past, followed by tens of thousands of infantrymen trotting forward, each running faster than someone with feathered legs.

These men, compared to the quartermaster troops behind the supply wagons, had much better vitality and spirit; it seemed they had indeed replenished their nutrition well during their half-year of rest.

Of course, the passing of these men also kicked up clouds of dust, plastering the kneeling crowd with dirt on their faces.