MTL - My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

"The heat, the cold, the exile..."

"A high temperature of eighty degrees, a severe cold of minus one hundred, a **** who comes once a year..." Long Anguo's voice became hoarse, and it could be heard directly from his voice that he was probably in a terrible mood.

Disaster is eternal, what a tempting term.

Everyone thinks that the disaster in Yongding is just an ordinary disaster that we usually encounter.

Even if it is too much, at most it is

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