Suddenly, Zhang Yiming glanced up at Zombie King Li Mucheng.
A huge sense of crisis enveloped Zombie King Li Mucheng.
His dead heart palpitated violently, and his brain was about to explode.
This sharp gaze, accompanied by faint brainwaves, left him completely dumbfounded...
Fear, deep fear.
He almost wanted to flee from here quickly, but without the emperor's orders, he could only stand in place.
The emperor was terrifying.
Zombie King Li Mucheng dared not look up at Zhang Yiming, already resigned to his fate.
Either the emperor kills him, or he commits suicide under the emperor's brainwaves.
Great, just great.
He could die by himself later!
He begged the emperor not to do it personally, or else he'd be scared half to death before actually dying!
"Hehe, Brother Zhang, no offense!"
Bai Yifan grinned sneakily, ready to take action at any time.
"Xiao Fan, hit the soft flesh of the belly, that's a place that won't hurt your hand."
