"Do you want more duck blood?"
Leng Yebai's cool voice rang out again.
Zhang Yiming wiped the red chili oil from the corner of his mouth and shook his head.
A large slotted spoon full of oily duck blood was quickly poured into Zhang Yiming's bowl.
Zhang Yiming: …
He might be the first zombie ever to be fed to death by a rival.
Bai Xiqin glanced at the bowl Zhang Yiming was holding and said softly, "Xiao Ming, can you finish it?"
Zhang Yiming silently pulled the bowl closer to himself and nodded with difficulty, "I can!"
He couldn't possibly give food he'd already put his saliva on to someone else, right?
It would turn someone else into a cute little zombie!
Zhang Yiming didn't mind having more cute little zombies in the world.
What he minded was, those cute little zombies couldn't have the last name Bai.
Zhang Yiming, under Bai Xiqin's distressed gaze, expressionlessly finished the food in the bowl.
He ate several large bowls, and even the Zombie King would shed tears.
