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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

What Are You Thinking, Fool?

Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation

Du Yue held a sword with both hands and stood in front of An Wu. There was no trace of blood on the blade that was shining with a cold light. However, the blood on the blade was flowing down, dripping drop by drop from the tip of the blade. Beside An Wu's feet, his two arms had already hit the ground, and the fingers on them were still twitching uncontrollably. Du Yue lowered her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. "I hate it when people threaten me."

An Wu was still howling in pain. His two arms were cut off forcefully. The intense pain almost made him faint. Seeing that An Wu was still standing on the spot, he did indeed have some ability. Du Yue's hands turned, and the Tang sword in her hand also turned around with her movements. "You just said that as long as you move your finger, the people of Sunshine Courtyard will be reduced to ashes? But what can you do now? Your fingers are gone. If you can, why don't you try moving your toes?"