"Ha!"
Zombie King Li Mucheng let out a low laugh from his throat.
Looking at Bai Yifan pointing a sword at him, he didn't feel the slightest fear.
It was like an ant threatening an elephant, and the elephant didn't feel threatened at all, even finding it somewhat amusing.
Zombie King Li Mucheng's lips curled slightly, as if he were looking at an interesting little toy.
It had been a long time since he'd seen such an impudent little guy.
"You, why are you laughing?"
Bai Yifan poked Zombie King Li Mucheng's upturned foot with the tip of his bronze sword.
The sneaker was instantly pierced by Bai Yifan's bronze sword, revealing the white socks inside.
At this moment, Bai Yifan was feeling quite bold.
Zombie King Li Mucheng: ...
Bai Xiqin: ...
"I'm laughing because you're about to die and don't even know it. One person's delicious blood is enough. Keeping your not-so-great blood at home is quite a waste of space. How do you want to die?"
