ColorfulAutumnWind

Xu Xiang is a doomsday survivor who survived for forty years. Before she could fulfill her dream of becoming the overlord, she died.

Opening her eyes, she returned to the fifteen years before the doomsday began. With the help of her family heirloom the dragon and phoenix ring, she hoards supplies and prepares to welcome the doomsday.

Unfortunately, she was betrayed by her own family and died the night before the doomsday begins. With hatred in her heart, she swallowed the dragon and phoenix ring and jumped off the cliff.

When she opened her eyes again, she was still alive, but arrived in a world that was plagued by endless wars and constant natural disasters. Although she's lucky enough to get another chance, she's unknowingly drawn into political turmoil where someone may be killed without knowing who the killer is.

Can she survive in this ancient world that is more dangerous and full of hidden dangers than her own? Can she find the courage to trust someone else again? After two lifetimes, can she find her own happiness?

Surviving In The Ancient Times With Limitless Supplies

Xu Xiang and Huan Yun looked at each other speechlessly for a moment, before Xu Xiang took the Anti-Gravity Skateboard from Huan Yun and put it back in her space.

Turning on the Anti-Gravity Skateboard, Xu Xiang stood on the skateboard, stretched out her hand to Huan Yun, and said, "Get on."

Huan Yun held her hand, and Xu Xiang pulled her up. She looked at Huan Yun and said, "Straighten your back, lower your center of gravity, then stabilize your body."

Xu Xiang looked at Huan Yun's trembling legs and said helplessly: "Stop trembling. You won't be able to stand properly like that."

When Huan Yun heard Xu Xiang's words, she wanted to cry, but no tears came out. She looked at her own trembling legs and said aggrievedly: "I can't control it."

Xu Xiang sighed, turned around to hold Huan Yun's arm, and said, "I support you. Lower your center of gravity and stand firmly."

"All right." Huan Yun said, with a trace of tears in her tone.

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