The Most Generous Master Ever - Chapter 653 - 653 Did I Say You Can Leave?

The empire has turned into the land of the undead due to a spell gone wrong. God summoned heroes from countless worlds to purify the empire and plant new hope. Lee Shin Woo, an ordinary earthling, was also summoned. As an undead, that is.

Sangyu traveled to the primitive society,

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was attacked by an ugly monster.

In a critical moment, he was saved by a little savage,

She couldn’t find the main road, so she could only follow the little savages to their tribe,

However, the tribe was attacked and the leader was killed in the battle.

Young people were taken away, leaving only a group of old and weak women and children waiting to die.

Sang Yu had nowhere to go, and in order to repay the little wild man, he gathered the remaining thirty or forty people to form a new tribe.

She tried her best to teach the tribe members to open up wasteland and farm land, raise poultry, fish, make pottery, and build houses;

Establish laws, teach tribal people to read, learn etiquette and pay attention to hygiene;

At the same time, dig trenches and build walls to resist the invasion of other tribes;

The annexation of the population and continuous external expansion became the first tribe in the primitive era to create a new era.

The former little savage gradually grew up and became a tall and sassy little beauty,

The little girl is wild, but she is beautiful and obedient, and her combat effectiveness is over the top.

She followed the Sangyu guard tribe to fight in all directions, and beat the bandits and other tribesmen to pieces.

If anyone dares to covet his lord, he will be beaten to the ground.

Content tags: Traveling through time and space farming culture gourmet infrastructure

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This novel is about low ranking staff Shan Shan being oppressed by the Big Boss. She keeps fighting but keeps losing. So she finally stopped struggling and obediently surrendered…

Shan Shan, extremely docile, waited outside the delivery room at the temporary blood bank. At the same time, the big boss sent her away to do a blood test to ensure she was of good health and suitable blood type.

Sure enough, the pregnant woman was in a critical condition. Thus, Shan Shan obediently let 300 cc of her blood being pumped. The condition of the pregnant woman improved. Shan Shan received many thanks, left the hospital and lamented this while looking at the moon:

“Capitalists really are blood-suckers, heartless, heartless.”

Shan Shan, who is deep in thought, did not notice a black limousine has stopped behind her. The man at the back seat heard her sigh, moved his mouth and then closed the recently opened window.

“Drive home.”

“Boss, didn’t you just say you want to send Miss Xue back?”

“No need,” the man said without expression, “capitalists are heartless.”

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