The afternoon sun shines on the ground, dyeing the sand and gravel beaches and lake beaches. Many reeds grow on the beach, and green shoots drill up out of the moist soil, adding a flourishing backdrop to this slumbering world of decaying civilization.     On the shore of the lake, the wind was strong, and his body was still cold as ice, but there was a man holding his trousers and cuffs, looking along the water to fight the cold and wet wind. It seemed that this man was going to try his luck, but after searching for a long time, he still couldn't find any dead fish stranded. Although he looked disappointed, he was not discouraged, but immediately turned his attention to the green reeds by the lake.     These are edible, and the taste is very refreshing. Although it doesn't have many calories, it can also add some minerals and vitamins. It's soft and crunchy after a bit of processing, much more appetizing than those evenly

Everyone knew that Tran Thien was a person with the ability to evolve strength, but he didn't feel like seeing a muscular man. He has a lean build, thin build, tall, with smooth shoulders, back, and waist. Along with his white skin and autistic weekday looks, people easily associate him with being weak and introverted.      The guy with the ponytail is a vulgar guy, neither tall nor strong, and he clearly prefers the type of person who is thinner than himself. Years of longing to be satisfied, when he first saw Tran Thien, he had a miserable thought of him. It's just because the other party is capable, can't handle it now, and can't force him to obey. In the end, there was a reasonable chance, so naturally I had to get some oil and try it. But looking at the other side, it seems that they are not the same person. The man tied his hair in a ponytail thought: Anyway, this guy is injured, if he wants to stay here, he will definitely find someone to t

  In the middle of the night, Tran Thien was awakened by the sound of earthquakes outside. The movement is enough to wake up a person who has been fast asleep within a second.      Instinctively, he sat up like a spring and approached the window, and after a few steps, he was back in his trousers, even half of his jacket.      Outside the window was pitch black, only a few sparks could be seen in the distance. Tran Thien blinked, his pupils really reflected green light like wild beasts active in the night.      Countless shadows, large and small, ran chaotically through the base, and the wailing accompanied by the incessant hissing. Tran Thien can be sure that it was quiet not long ago, but now it seems the gates of hell have been opened, taking advantage of the night, his huge body stirring the wind and playing a song with his prey next to him. their paintin