Doomsday: I have a super farm

Ceng Gong in the window looked as pale as a dead body. His ten fingers were clasped together in the shape of claws, and the power condensed in the middle was wrapped around the cotton seeds.

The seeds fell down with a rustling sound, as they were copied with the naked eye.

There was already a pile of cotton seeds on the table, which slowly rolled down to his elbow.

Ceng Gong seemed to be possessed by a demon, and his eyes were surrounded by bloodshot. The longer the time dragged on, the more bloodshot there were.

"Bang bang..."

Zhuang Chen knew that he could not continue to sit there and wait for death. He ran to the door and knocked violently.

He shouted Ceng Gong's name, trying to stop him.

But after calling for a long time, Cen Gong did not take any action. Zhuang Chen looked at Qiu Yinyin who was about to cry.

He glanced at Ceng Gong in the window, gritted his teeth, and kicked the wooden door hard.

The wooden door was easily kicked away by him and hit the wall heavily.

Ceng Gong inside was not affected by this, as if he was trapped in the self-replication.

The strength in his body was slightly unstable, and his teeth were creaking.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and his stiff arm was like a machine.

"Stop it now."

Zhuang Chen rushed over and hugged his arm, interrupting his action.

Cen Gong struggled with Zhuang Chen's restraints with his neck stiff, and he had the urge to continue copying.

"Bang!"

Zhuang Chen couldn't bear it anymore and gave him a hand blade. Cen Gong rolled his eyes and fell limply into Zhuang Chen's arms.

"What happened to Cen Gong?"

Qiu Yinyin ran over distressedly and wiped her tears, squatted down and helped him up.

Worried, she raised her head and asked Zhuang Chen.

"He just fainted temporarily, there is no great danger to his life."

Zhuang Chen frowned and looked at the fainted Cen Gong, holding his arm and putting him on his back.

He hurriedly carried him to the studio and laid him flat on his desk.

He rummaged through the boxes and took out his medical equipment, and gave him a comprehensive examination.

It was found that he didn't have a big problem, he was just in a state of madness, and he just needed to wake up.

Just in case, Zhuang Chen gave him a skilled injection.

It was late at night.

Zhuang Chen happened to come to visit Cen Gong, and he saw him waking up in a daze.

He quickened his pace and sat down by the bed, patting his cheek with his hand to call back his thoughts.

"Zhuang... Zhuang Da, what's wrong with me?"

Cen Gong looked at Zhuang Chen with a face full of confusion.

Before Zhuang Chen could answer him, he saw him sitting up in a startle, turning over and about to land on his feet.

"It's over, the task that Zhuang Da gave me hasn't been completed yet, I have to go quickly."

Zhuang Chen quickly stretched out his hand to stop him from getting out of bed, and signaled him with his eyes to retract his feet that were about to land.

"Why... what's wrong?"

Cen Gong hesitantly retracted his feet and looked at him puzzled.

"Don't be too extreme. Do you know what happened to you?

Although doing your best is a good thing, you should also pay attention to your health!"

While Zhuang Chen was saying this, Qiu Yinyin also brought some food from outside and walked beside Zhuang Chen.

She whispered to Cen Gong about the thrilling scene that had just happened.

She was so worried that her heart was about to jump out. She rubbed his cheek and gently comforted him not to do this in the future.

"Ahem..."

Zhuang Chen watched the two of them show their affection without paying attention to others. He lowered his head with a hot face.

He turned his eyes to the side awkwardly, covered his mouth and nose and cleared his throat.

Cen Gong and Qiu Yinyin blushed and quickly distanced themselves.

"I just want to copy cotton seeds so much and contribute to the end of the world."

When Cen Gong said this, a trace of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

In his head, the cruelty of the end of the world that he saw outside flashed, and he was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

The scenes were like a movie, playing in his mind.

He became more and more anxious.

Zhuang Chen also became silent, he could understand his urgency.

"Here is an orange, take it and eat it, it can restore your body as soon as possible, I hope you don't do this next time."

Zhuang Chen stood up and patted his shoulder heavily, turned around and left.

Make room for the couple.

After Zhuang Chen walked out, he looked back at the two figures leaning on each other printed on the window.

His nose was sour, and he felt a little lonely.

"It seems that I am too idle, so I envy others' feelings."

Zhuang Chen shook his head helplessly, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

He shrugged his shoulders and shrank his neck, and walked away in the cold wind.

In order to complete the task assigned to him by the system as soon as possible, Zhuang Chen made sure that everyone in the farm fell asleep.

He left quietly.

"With the coming of winter, things have become more and more chaotic these days."

As Zhuang Chen shuttled through tall buildings, he looked down and saw zombies and monsters entangled.

The power that erupted from each of them was far beyond the ability of ordinary psychics to deal with.

Zhuang Chen fell into deep thought, aimlessly searching for what he wanted in the city.

Seeing such a desolate city, it would be extremely difficult to find a trace of resources.

I wonder how those low-level people can survive in such a doomsday winter?

He became worried about them, and Zhuang Chen secretly clenched his fists.

His heart, which wanted to become stronger, became stronger.

"Crack... Crack..."

The sound of a piece of wood being chewed made Zhuang Chen unconsciously get goose bumps, and the hair on his back stood upside down.

He wanted to leave this place quickly, but the fierce attack behind him was obviously aimed at him.

Zhuang Chen flexibly dodged sideways and quickly stepped back a few steps.

He knelt on one knee and slowly raised his eyes, looking at the black shadow opposite him standing with his back to the moonlight.

His appearance could not be seen at all, and his long shadow enveloped him.

However, the breath that came to his face made him feel particularly familiar.

"Who are you? You attacked me from behind. How despicable."

Zhuang Chen glared at him, his deep eyes sparkling in the dark night, as bright as two pearls straying into the darkness.

But the shadow opposite did not answer him.

His two legs moved towards him stiffly like branches, making a creaking sound, as if he was still chewing wood chips.

This made Zhuang Chen's scalp numb. He stood up and wanted to see who was opposite him.

When the moonlight exposed the face of the shadow in front of him.

Zhuang Chen frowned in dissatisfaction.