I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality - Chapter 125 - 86: Topical Application and Oral Administration_2

There was a time when every living thing was decimated and the galaxy was forced to restart with a single thought from the evils.“Is the final boss my wife?” Xu Chang’an exclaimed as he looked at his wife who was making dinner and shook his head. “The system must have malfunctioned again.”Under the tree in his garden, Xu Chang’an wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist and said, “There is something I have to settle outside. I’ll be back soon.”“Okay. Stay safe.” After seeing the husband off, his wife raised her head to look at the leaves and said,“I think my husband is going to cheat on me soon. Should I… just restart this world?”

The end of the world is coming, the world has undergone great changes, and everything has changed. Plants, animals, and even insects, as long as there are living things, have mutated.
Become more powerful, and even evolved supernatural abilities, such as chickens and ducks that can fly to the sky, such as cats and dogs that can breathe fire.
But only humans, without any obvious changes, seem to have fallen from the top of the food chain to the bottom of the food chain overnight.
Any creature that can open its mouth to eat can treat humans as food.
But fortunately, this world has not completely killed humans. Gradually, humans discovered that they had the ability to cultivate compatibility with other creatures.
As long as it has a high degree of compatibility with some powerful mutant creatures, it can be used for its own use to achieve the purpose of protecting itself.
Fang He is a person who is very compatible with mutant animals, but it is also because of his ability that he has changed from the strongest to the stupidest.
Fang He, who was reborn, said, “Hmph, this time…”

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”

In the general’s house, the eldest daughter is born again.