MTL - My Teacher is Sun Wukong - Chapter 1770 Boring journey

Originally titled “The End of the World Chef’s Journey through the Story of Bringing Babies”

The era is empty, the life is plain, and the role of space is auxiliary, not the main plot.

Qin Xiaoguo did a good job as a cook in the last days, but who would have thought that she would travel to a famine era when she couldn’t get enough to eat.

I opened my eyes and looked at myself, naked, with dark hands and a face that I couldn’t see clearly. Before I could figure it out, I was thrown down by a force, and then I screamed, mother!

Well, Qin Xiaoguo admitted that from the end of the world in 3042 to the 42nd year of Shao Kingdom, spanning three thousand years of time and space, looking at the poor and barely calling home, and the cheap and thin people who hugged their legs and cried bitterly and were hungry. Black son, do it!

Fortunately, there is also a little comfort that his net worth in the last days has come with him, and it has also become a space ring.

Son, my mother won’t starve you! Dry it!

A few years later, Xiaoguo was very relieved to see the fat and white son, but what was the matter with this man who came to the door! ?

The man looked pitifully at the lady who wouldn’t let him in: lady~

Small fruit? ? ? ?

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Notice to Readers This is a NETORI novel—where the protagonist does the stealing, not the crying. If you’re here for NTR (netorare) tears, you’re in the wrong place. Thanks for reading! *Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. IF YOU ARE NOT 21 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER, PLEASE EXIT THIS NOVEL NOW! THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY AND CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, INCLUDING NON-CONSENUAL SEX, ABUSE, AND BREAST PLAY. IT IS SIMPLY FANTASY AND IN NO WAY CONDOLES THE ABUSE OF WOMEN. IT IS HERE FOR PLEASURE ONLY.

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Su Mu has awakened in a world where survival hinges on a single truth: each person must build and defend their own shelter against an onslaught of supernatural forces.In this apocalyptic realm, revived Yin energy has unleashed ghosts that roam freely, turning the world into a perilous place where only the strongest, most resourceful shelters can withstand the darkness.In this grim struggle for survival, all are equal—but the cost of a single meal or a sip of water is often paid with one’s life.Yet, Su Mu discovers a unique ability: he can enhance every aspect of his shelter through attribute farming. With this advantage, he constructs the most fortified walls, establishes workshops to mass-produce weapons and tools, and cultivates fertile fields that yield rich harvests season after season.While others battle hunger and bitter cold, Su Mu finds himself thriving, leading a life of relative peace—almost like a vacation—in the midst of the apocalypse.Note: This novel and its characters are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.