Cen Qing transmigrated into a book, transmigrating into the villain who single-handedly created the zombie virus in the post-apocalyptic novel.

It’s not scary to dress up as a villain, what’s scary is that there is a villain who is more powerful than her.

Looking at Jiang Ci who was still dormant in the culture medium in front of him, Cen Qing recalled his own ending in the original book, his little heart trembled.

Did she kill him before he turned black and grew up, or pulled out his oxygen catheter now?

But Jiang Ci’s first sentence after waking up was, “Mom.”

Cen Qing was so frightened that the hand that pulled out the oxygen tube swished back, and since then began the daily routine of raising a baby/raising a man in the last days.

“Qingqing, blood is drawn on the hand, it needs to be healed to be healed.”

Cen Qing glanced at the wound where a drop of blood appeared, and ignored him.

“Qingqing, the zombies are Ah Ci’s good friends, can you stop beating their heads?”

Cen Qing glanced at the zombie with its bloody mouth open, and slammed the stick again.

“Qingqing, he pushed me on purpose. I don’t care at all that you stay in the same space as him.”

Cen Qing glanced at his stunned assistant and sighed.

Who did Jiang Ci learn the tea-in-tea phrase from?

But the day-to-day life of raising a baby suddenly changed his style of painting one day. The reason was that Cen Qing recruited another male assistant, the kind who looked soft and cute.

The man pushed her against the wall, his dark eyes filled with strong possessiveness, his voice was hoarse,

“Qingqing, you are not good, and a disobedient child should be locked up with chains.”

Cen Qing, who was trapped in the man’s hot embrace and could not move, burst into tears.

Is it too late for her to pull out the oxygen tube now? Waiting online, very urgent.

You are right, but this is the BOSS of Novice Village.

A wandering doctor with 300 vitality, 400 agility, and 500 charisma.

He can knock sap, dig graves, and suppress ghosts.

The spear throwing is super accurate, it doesn't even have a cooldown time, and it consumes no magic power.

As a game producer and publisher, he can travel back to the real world at any time to check the players' plots against him, and he develops faster than the players.

Then, even though I don't know how to use it, I can block 100% of other people's throwing items by just setting up my two swords.

Then there are cramps, spasms, toothaches, little toes hitting the wardrobe, and a series of vicious curses that are hard to guard against.

In short, there are no normal skills! ! !

There’s only one rule in this Holy Grail War: out of the 1.5 billion people in this world, the last one standing will win the Grail.

—This is the story of seven kings from different eras descending upon this world, bringing with them their kingdoms, subjects, armies—even their lands. They all converge on Jerusalem to conquer it, fighting for their respective ideals and nations, in a battle to seize the ultimate Holy Grail. In short, it’s the Kings’ Holy Grail War!

The Conquering King, the Heroic King, the Omnipotent King, the Sun King, the Thorn King, Charlemagne, the Holy Roman Emperor, the King of Magic…

Faced with such terrifyingly powerful opponents, Suya—who transmigrated into this world, was forcibly dragged into the war for the survival of Britain, and became the rightful King of the entire land—realizes:

No matter the reason—whether it’s to stay alive, to protect a fake crown, or for the sake of the false Knights of the Round Table who follow him—right now…

“I must draw my sword immediately!”

An iron pot, cooking all kinds of flavors; a wisp of stove fire, inheriting a thousand-year faith.

Song Wuji accidentally obtained the godhood

of the Kitchen God and embarked on the path of kitchen cultivation.

From then on, he passed on the way of the Eastern Kitchen, performed the duties of the Kitchen God, and offered sacrifices to the five internal organs to support his cultivation.

Using the stove as a tool and food as a weapon, he achieved the path of longevity in the curling smoke.

As the saying goes: The world is big in the pot, and the years are long at the fingertips.