My Mr. Song is extremely protective ( Machine Translation ) - Chapter 2601 - 2681's Finale

A mecha otaku is reincarnated into another world as Ernesti Echevalier (Eru). In this world there exist huge humanoid weapons known as Silhouette Knight. Dreaming of piloting those robots, Eru, with childhood friends, Archid Walter and Adeltrud Walter: together they will aim to become a Knight Runner, pilot of Silhoutte Knight.

On December 11th, the apocalypse began. A new, mutated coronavirus—the Zeta variant—spread worldwide, and it was far more deadly than any version before it. Those infected without strong immune systems turned into zombies, and within two days, chaos reigned, wiping out 80% of humanity.Zack, an ordinary guy, found himself in the middle of this nightmare, struggling to survive. Lacking the skills to fight off the zombies, he was soon overwhelmed and met a tragic end… or so he thought.When Zack suddenly finds himself alive again, he’s back at the start of the apocalypse but with one huge difference—an advanced AI has armed him with powerful technology. Equipped with a zero-point reactor, power armor, a super serum, and much more, he now has the tools to turn the tide.Follow Zack as he builds a new civilization from the ruins and fights to reclaim the world in this thrilling journey of survival and innovation.

Baicao Poetry for College Students of Traditional Chinese Medicine in the New Century,

Accidentally transmigrated into the little widow of the same name in the book, and is also bound to a not-so-serious “Herb Garden System”.

When the little widow went to the mountain to dig grass, she rescued a beautiful young man who was dying, but was slandered by her elder sister-in-law to sink the pig cage into the pond.

As an expedient measure, the young man married Baicaoshi.

The Baicao Poetry, which is properly controlled by the face, can’t bear the beauty of the mouth to fly, and said boldly:

“You are in charge of being as beautiful as a flower, and I am in charge of planting grass to support the family!”

The system rewards psyllium seeds, commonly known as weeds,

Baicaoshi raised ducks and opened the first Quanjufang Roast Duck Restaurant in Dayan Country by the way;

The system rewards Zoysia seeds, commonly known as green grass,

Baicaoshi adapted measures to local conditions and opened the first VIP golf course in Dayan Country, and the chuiwan movement has become popular all over the country since then;

The system rewards Cordyceps sinensis seeds, with a gold prescription medical book,

Baicaoshi opened a pharmacy, launched pharmacy meals, and launched cosmeceuticals,

Established the Baicao Conservation Base, founded the Materia Medica Academy and trading center, and became famous as a miracle doctor.

Ying Zhexu, a gifted genius since he was a child, was framed by a traitor and became a sick and weak boy living outside.

“I originally came from the Asura Sea of ​​Hell, so what qualifications do I have to give you happiness?”

However, with her favor, the young man, who has seen the warmth and coldness of the world, is finally unwilling to let go.

All the herbs in the world are inferior to you, you are my only medicine stone.

Up to the poor and down to the underworld, destined to be with you.

Yan Shuiyi’s first ancient Chinese novel after transformation,

A brand new story about Materia Medica under Heaven.

PS: 1v1 Shuangjie, this article is superficial, please do not research it.

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