The female general of the last days returned to ancient times to raise a young prostitute

She felt like she was about to fall apart. She wanted to scream. She wanted to push the blurry man away. She wanted him to stop. But her exhausted body couldn't muster any strength.

The man on her body was like an angry lion, venting his discontent. Slowly, Mo Rao fell asleep.

The pain of her body being torn apart made Mo Rao's consciousness clearer and clearer again.

Mo Rao slowly opened her eyes. The lingering fragrance of the gauze curtains filled the room. This fragrance was wrong.

This is where?

Why is she here.

Wasn't she fighting the zombies for the final time? Why was she here?

Her head and body ached, and she felt as if all the bones in her body were about to fall apart.

Is she dead?

She clearly remembered luring the zombies into the city and detonating the nuclear bomb. Those were the last batch of zombies, and as long as they were eliminated, the zombie virus could be contained.

Unexpectedly, his comrades detonated the nuclear bomb in advance, and he died in the explosion.

This world-class disaster took away her family, friends, and comrades.

I am alone and have no worries. I think no one will cry for me even if I die.

So what if she was a general? Every soldier who survived the apocalypse was cold and heartless. Perhaps in the hearts of those soldiers, she, the general, didn't even know her name, and all their names were just code names.

Not only them, but I am the same.

After everyone I knew passed away, I became numb. I've seen so much about life and death that I've become indifferent to it.

But when I opened my eyes again, it was not the same.

She was sure that she was dead, and her body must have been blown to pieces under the power of the nuclear bomb.

But why would I feel pain when I die? No, this isn't right.

Mo Rao sat up with difficulty, tapping her head with her hands, trying to clear her thoughts.

At a casual glance, Mo Rao's pupils instantly dilated. Man, how could there be a man here? Looking at the man's half-exposed chest and the pain in her lower body, what else could she not understand?

Such a scene made Mo Rao freeze. What was going on? Being clear was one thing, being baffling was another.

Severe pain exploded in her brain, and Mo Rao could only knock her head with both hands to try to relieve the pain.

Memories flooded into my mind like a spring.

After receiving all the memories, my mind felt a little better.

What's going on with her? She's traveled through time. Or into a strange being.

OMG!

This was so embarrassing. My original body had come to sleep with Xiao Chang, but I hadn't expected Xiao Chang to be so fierce. My body couldn't handle it, and I died.

Now that the original owner is dead, I have to take the blame myself.

I don't know what the original owner was thinking. He stole money from home just to sleep with the prostitutes.

Do the young men of this era use such strong aphrodisiacs to please their customers?

The lingering aroma in this room was clearly that of an aphrodisiac, a particularly potent kind.

No wonder the original owner couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t bear it either.

It's really a waste of money. I'm really impressed by the original owner's thinking.

This is a fictional dynasty, but the ideology is the same as the ancient times that we are familiar with, feudal and conservative. If a woman loses her virginity before marriage, the saliva alone can kill her.

This is so embarrassing. I should run away now while the person is still asleep.

Mo Rao picked up the clothes on the floor quietly and put them on. She glanced at the man on the bed. This little guy was really good-looking. No wonder the original owner was so determined to sleep with this young man.

It’s a pity that she is emotionally purist and she dislikes men who have slept with other women.

When I have money, I will also raise a little cat like this in the backyard, and I will keep it clean. The most important thing is that it is super pleasing to the eyes. Mo Rao sighed in her heart, then quickly opened the door and ran out.

Mo Rao returned to the original owner's home based on her memory.

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Mo Rao looked up at the courtyard in front of him. It could only be called a courtyard.

The mud courtyard wall was tilted, and several thick wooden logs were placed on the top of the wall to hold it firmly in place and prevent it from collapsing.

There were a few wild grasses growing on the wall, swaying back and forth in the wind.

The yellow earth, reflected by the sun, was particularly glaring. The roof was simply made of thatch and wood, giving it a fragile feel.

Mo Rao gently pushed open the courtyard gate, walked to the main house, and gently pushed open the door. The door hinges made a creaking sound, as if protesting against the pressure of time.

As I walked into the house, a stale smell hit me.

The room was furnished in a simple and spartan manner, consisting of a worn wooden bed and a rickety table and chairs. The paper on the windows had turned yellow, and the light that filtered through was weak and dim.

Looking at all this, Mo Rao couldn't help but frown. This life is not easy! God might as well let her die again.

There's really no way to get through days like this!

Even though he had experienced the dilapidated state of the end of the world, he still couldn't help but frown when he saw a house like this.

In the end times, technology has reached its peak. Soldiers have their own small spaceships. When they need to rest, they will summon the spaceships. The spaceships fly in the air, and zombies cannot hurt the soldiers, so the soldiers can rest assured.

But not every soldier has a spaceship, only those with certain ranks will be equipped with one, after all, the number is limited.

In the catastrophic end of the world, everyone's nerves are tense, and they dare not relax even a little bit, because if they are not careful, they will be drowned in zombies.

The dead soldiers were all infected with the zombie poison while killing zombies. Even if they were lucky enough not to be infected, they would still be eaten by zombies.

Once infected with the zombie virus, the corpse will turn into a new zombie. Watching former comrades, relatives and friends turn into zombies, you must kill them with your own hands and burn their bodies with fire to prevent the spread of the zombie virus.

Even if the zombies in front of you are your parents or loved ones, what kind of torment is this?

All the events of the past came to mind, causing Mo Rao's heart to ache.

Since God has given me a second chance to live my life in this way, I will live it well.

After sighing, Mo Rao realized that there was no one at home.

Why is none of the original owner's family home? What's going on?

Mo Rao found her bed based on her memory. It could barely be called a bed. It was covered in straw, without even a mattress. The quilt was patched up with patches.

To sum it up in one sentence, it's poverty. If Mo Rao slept on it, she would worry that bugs would crawl out of the straw.

Mo Rao felt very tired now, and didn't care whether anyone disliked her or not. She just lay down and took a nap.

I have never experienced any harsh environment in the end times, so this is really not a big deal.

Before falling asleep, Mo Rao thought of the young waiter, a charming-looking man who must have many customers every day.

I don’t know how a young prostitute doesn’t die of exhaustion when he uses such a powerful aphrodisiac every day!

Or maybe it was that the men in ancient times were naturally vigorous and could do this every night without hurting their bodies at all.

Oh! Forget it. I didn’t sleep well last night. Now I need to catch up on some sleep.

Speaking of which, when Li Lingye woke up, he realized that he had received a customer.

Everything that happened yesterday came to my mind.

These people actually used aphrodisiac potion on him.

The humiliation and resentment at this moment surged into his heart. If it weren't for his family, how could he have entered the Dream Fragrance Tower?

Only by staying here can I find out the truth of the matter and clear my name.