Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 650: I got promoted? Again?

Zhao Zhitong, who was still in kindergarten, took her parents and a family of three to cross the time-travel. As soon as she crossed, she was kicked out of the house by her cruel step-grandmother.

Looking at the only two cabbages in the family, Zhao’s father and Zhao’s mother looked sad.

Zhao Zhitong blinked a pair of Kazilan’s big eyes, and took out a bag of rice from the space with a bewildered expression…

So, the five-year-old little Mengbao took his parents to start farming, planting flowers, fruit trees, medicinal herbs, opening a shop, opening a restaurant…

The small life is beautiful, but it must be even more beautiful if there is no one who is wholeheartedly seeking her to be his wife.

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Jiang Zhen crossed into ancient times and became the old bachelor eldest Jiang who was neglected by the whole family in the village of Jiang Xihu in Hexi Village.

He was born into a good family and Jiang Laoda is busy in the year but can’t eat a full meal. Two younger brothers can marry a wife, but he is starved to death… Jiang Zhen feels unbearable.

Don’t want to feed me? OK, I kill the chicken myself.

Don’t you give me a glimpse of food? It doesn’t matter, the door of the granary will be opened as soon as it goes down.

Want to tell me that I am not filial? Ok, I immediately took the knife into the county to slash people, and let the county grandfather grab all of us.

Jiang Zhen took the attire of the family’s best products and became a tyrant in the village. He also saw the “ugly” ger who could not get married in the village.

Future father-in-law: “Jiang Zhen is always wandering around our house. Isn’t it necessary to grab our house?”

The future mother-in-law: “What to do, Jin Geer must not beat him!”

Zhao Jinge’s face is hot… Dad, the wild rabbit that I got back today is what he gave…

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.