The President is Being Shameless Again - Chapter 351: Xu Moyan Secretly Glared at Him. He Deserved It!

The new book has been released “After being forced to become a boss, I just want to be a salted fish”

[Sweet text + pet text + 1v1 + revenge + stripped vest + illogical]

In the past, everyone said to Meng Yutang: My God! Where did the little angel come from, cute! When she smiles, the world lights up!

Later, everyone said to Meng Yutang: We were wrong, we were wrong! What a cute little angel, this is a devil!

Mr. Zhou slammed the table: Who said that! Spread rumors! What a devil! This is my little cutie!

[Don’t be deceived by the title of the book, the heroine’s IQ online revenge is cool, and the heroine is infatuated and domineering to protect his wife.

It’s not a loss to buy shares~]

- Description from novelbuddy

The era of mutations and survival!Can Jeremy Night become the hope of the Human Alliance?

Zhou Heng thought the news of an impending solar flare and natural disasters was absurd—until he died in the apocalyptic chaos that followed. Reborn ten days before the end begins, Zhou Heng now knows the truth: earthquakes, tsunamis, plagues, and even zombies will devastate the Earth.Armed with the Doomsday Sanctuary System, he has a chance to rewrite his fate, but there’s a catch—it requires a shelter to activate.With only ten days left, can Zhou Heng gather the resources, fortify his sanctuary, and prepare for the storm of humanity’s collapse?

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.