"Brother Zhou Yun, what are you saying? Aveng me?" When Qiao'er heard Zhou Yun's hateful words, she was puzzled. Although she did not know why this was happening, Qiao'er still walked closer to Zhou Yun and hugged him again.
"Brother Zhou Yun, Qiao'er has always been here. Qiao'er is only Brother Zhou Yun's Qiao'er. I won't go anywhere." Qiao'er gently patted Zhou Yun's back. she did not understand what had happened to Zhou Yun in this dark world.
However, Qiao'er still hugged Zhou Yun and kept comforting him.
"Qiao'er, did you not turn into a zombie?" Zhou Yun couldn't react in time to Qiao'er's embrace. Qiao'er didn't understand him? Could it be that Qiao'er wasn't killed by the heretic cultivator and then refined into a zombie?
More than two months had passed, and by right, the heretic cultivator should have killed Qiao'er long ago! Could it be that the heretic cultivator didn't have the time to refine zombies, and had to raise them first, grow stronger, and then kill them?
