Wang Zixuan felt he hadn’t feasted on human flesh for a long ti, yet the thought of doing so might let Zhao Yun catch the scent of blood, and thus he dismissed the idea.
He walked towards the two survivors slumped on the ground.
In an instant, an idea ford.
"Do you want to live?"
Wang Zixuan looked at them and spoke in a deep voice.
The two female survivors huddled together, trembling, looked up at Wang Zixuan. Even though they didn’t understand why a zombie could talk, for them, as long as they could survive, they would do anything.
"Yes..."
"Good, co back with and beco the servants of my woman."
When Zhao Yun wasn’t around, Wang Zixuan often declared firmly that the cute and pretty girl was his woman, not his goddess.
As a zombie, he always cared about his image. If other zombies found out, they’d surely outcast Wang Zixuan.
A zombie that didn’t fit in was an aberration.
The two female survivors stared blankly at Wang Zixuan.
Servants of his woman?
For Wang Zixuan, it felt like the ti was right to take over the entire He City.
He wanted to build a love nest for himself and his beloved goddess.
As for becoming a Zombie Emperor... Zombie Dominator, those thoughts could wait. Right now, he just wanted to fall in love and feel the sweetness that touched his heart.
After all, as a single dog, aside from watching videos of others’ performances with a silly grin, there were no other feelings.
...
Slash!
Lin Fan sliced open the zombie’s head with one strike, and a colorful crystal rolled out.
"Encountering a zombie with a colorful crystal in the wild isn’t a good thing."
In his impression.
This type of zombie should exist in the city.
He had cleared his way through, mostly encountering ordinary zombies, but that didn’t an there weren’t Evolutionary Zombies, and there were even colorful crystal zombies. Any survivor encountering such a situation would likely find it impossible to escape.
As it was getting late.
It was ti to go back and rest, enjoy so tea, read a book, and tease ngng, which was a leisurely and pleasant thing to do.
He glanced at the bag full of crystals.
There were white, black, colorful, but mostly white crystals.
This harvest wasn’t much, vastly different from the previous corpse tide, but he believed that as the number of survivors increased, the number of Awakeners would also increase, and the number of crystals needed would be imnse.
He didn’t want to be the sole hero of the apocalypse; he was more willing to be a guide for more heroes.
To help them in the early stages, allowing them to stand up better, and once they reached the level of Lao Zhong and the others, they’d have the power to protect themselves and battle against zombies.
"The future still relies on everyone’s joint effort."
Lin Fan patted the bulging bag and headed towards the Sunshine Shelter carrying his heavy burden.
Nightti.
Balcony.
A desk lamp lit up the scene.
"Stark’s lifestyle seems indulgent, but often, each story between him and every girlfriend contains a touching mont."
Lin Fan had high praise for the book "Stark and His 365 Girlfriends".
It shouldn’t be seen simply as a record of a scoundrel.
Instead, one should attentively feel the aning behind the story of each character.
Like the story he just read, about Stark and his girlfriend Lillian; Lillian was a dancer, an exotic dancer. Stark went to her workplace to drink, tipping her lavishly, then inviting her for a drink downstairs, exchanging glances—perhaps that’s what love at first sight truly is.
In intimacy, there was no luxurious room, no soft mattress, only the dark restroom with slightly slly air to breathe.
Yet this environnt didn’t make them feel any distance, nor did it make them disdainful, but rather embraced tightly, kissing passionately.
He recalled what Stark said to Lillian in the restroom.
"Baby, in this one hour, you will be my most beloved girlfriend. I am willing to lt your body with sincere love, letting you feel my passion."
"But one hour later, I will reluctantly let go of you, letting you return to the stage, because you are the Black Elf of the night. Your most brilliant life should be on the stage, not in my embrace. Letting you go is my deepest love for you."
This remark gained Lin Fan’s admiration.
Loving soone doesn’t an possessing her.
Even if you get her, it doesn’t an you should possess her.
But rather letting her return to her own world, enjoy the applause and flowers from those around her, demonstrating her own value; that is true love.
The title of this story was "An Hour of Love".
A simple title yet with different emotions and anings.
Closing the book.
Closing his eyes, gently breathing in the fresh air, then opening his eyes, returning inside, and going to ngng, who was crawling on the soft mat, teasing her, holding her hands, teaching her to walk slowly.
Though she walked unsteadily, it was a new beginning nevertheless.
Seeing ngng learning to walk, Lin Fan gently loosened his grip, and quickly supported her again just as she was about to fall.
"ngng, take your ti learning to walk. I think by the ti you can run and talk, the apocalypse should be over, and then you will be welcod into a beautiful new life."
He thought of ngng’s mother; if she was watching from above, she could finally be at ease.
There were quite a few children at the Sunshine Shelter.
He had done his best to save more children.
Yet in this apocalyptic state, he felt that living children outside might indeed be becoming scarcer.
He really hoped more people could survive.
Whether good or bad, it was the sa.
No one is bad forever, just as no one is good forever.
Bad people should go to prison to reform themselves, striving for a new beginning.
As for good people, they should stay at the Sunshine Shelter, and work together to build a beautiful new city.
And just then.
Bang bang bang!
Fierce knocking ca at the door.
"Mr. Lin..."
Dai Xing’s shouting ca from outside the door.
He opened the door.
"What’s wrong?"
Lin Fan saw Dai Xing’s flustered face and quickly asked.
"Wenwen, Wenwen she’s..."
Before Dai Xing could finish, Lin Fan rushed toward the direction where Wenwen lived, "Hold ngng, I’ll go check."
Upon entering the room.
He noticed an unfamiliar and uncontrollable wave emanating from Wenwen’s body.
At the sa ti, he saw a golden crystal placed on the desk.
It was as if he thought of sothing.
Disregarding the obstructing wave, he held Wenwen in his arms, "It’s okay, it might be the effect of ability progression. You wait for to co back."
With that, he opened the window and leapt out with Wenwen in his arms.
Then quickly jumped into the distant darkness.
In an instant, vanished without a trace.
Holding ngng, Dai Xing, gasping for breath, didn’t know what to do.
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