Stone Age Husband Raising Journal - Chapter 103: Tribal Chief

The world suddenly entered an ice age, and as the apocalypse arrived, over ninety-nine percent of humanity couldn’t withstand the extreme weather and died.

In his previous life, Ye Xingchen didn’t have much food to eat, but in order for his beloved campus belle to have something to eat, he didn’t hesitate to open the door during the apocalypse. In the end, however, all his survival resources were snatched by several strong men the campus belle brought, causing him to die tragically in the cold.

Reborn one month before the ice age, Ye Xingchen swore to make these people pay tenfold.

He awakened his spatial abilities, possessing a three-hundred-hectare dimensional space. In this life, he no longer lived just to survive but crazily stocked supplies worth billions and built an apocalypse fortress.

As the ice age arrived, while others were almost freezing to death, he was swimming in a warm pool.

While others were killing each other for a bite to eat, he was savoring an 82 Lafite, eating the finest Kobe beef, enjoying a banquet, and watching movies leisurely.

One day, when some people discovered that Ye Xingchen’s house was stocked with countless delicacies and was warm and comfortable, they went crazy and wanted to rush in.

But they soon realized that this wasn’t just a house. It was an apocalypse fortress that even nuclear weapons couldn’t break open!

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“I have to squander; otherwise, won’t it be a waste of my parent’s talent at earning money?” Hong Dali answers a reporter’s question matter-of-factly.

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System’s interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, “I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I’ll have to work harder!”

“I want to splurge! I want to squander!”

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[The omnipotent full-level boss vs the doting wife Wudu Zhenguo general]

The modern cultivator Chu Qingzhi went down to earth to experience the tribulation of love, and was forced to lean on the body of an ancient peasant girl.

There are eight children in the little girl’s family, and she has a total of nine, so she has to shoulder the burden of supporting the family.

Exercising the art of beast control, subdued the tiger as the mount, the black bear as the main force, the wolf as the helper, and the monkey as the pathfinder, and went hunting together.

Cloth ice formations, make ice cream, and sell them all over the streets.

Planting herbs in the way of medicine, asking for diagnosis and treatment, rubbing pills, attracted princes and nobles to scramble for her, and even the emperor called her a lady.

In order to become a fairy, she supported her family while starting the road to find her husband.

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The poorest family in the village, since they took back their daughter, everyone thought that life would become more and more difficult. Unexpectedly, after a period of time, they were building houses and buying land…

This is not the daughter who was taken back, this is the God of Wealth!

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The general of Zhenguo, who even refused to marry the princess, went back to his hometown to recuperate for a while, and then suddenly got married. He married a little peasant girl.

While everyone was waiting to see the joke, dignitaries came to visit one after another.

The queen mother took Chu Qingzhi’s hand, “Qingzhi, how about I recognize you as my younger sister?”

The emperor looked at Chu Qingzhi with satisfaction, “Madam, would you like to be an official in the court?”

The little prince grabbed Chu Qingzhi’s clothes, “Sister Qingzhi, I want to eat ice cream.”

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The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.