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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 · ย้อนยุค
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Chapter 497: The Fox's Letter of Introduction

"Although the witch doctor has ways, what if you all end up trapped in An County for three to five years? Even if you don't die from illness, you would still be wasting your lives away. I am only saying this for your own good."

Li Wenli slightly pursed his lips and nodded perfunctorily, "We will be careful."

After speaking, he looked at the emaciated crowd with some emotion, "Staying in this wilderness is not a solution; why not go to other cities?"

The refugees shook their heads, "Nowadays, the name of refugees has been spoiled by the bandits. The cities see us and treat us like bandits. We are quite content here in the mountains and forests, although the living conditions are poor, there is enough food around to barely get by."

"How many of you are there?"

"About forty or fifty," the man replied before scratching his head in delayed realization, "What does this mean?"