Leng Yebai looked at the middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan, who wore an expression of deep sorrow, his eyes flickering imperceptibly.
This storyline, it seemed familiar to him.
Probably before the apocalypse broke out!
The one who narrated this story, was his Xiao Niu.
Now, it had turned into grandparents that couldn't be found in Xiao Niu's script...
This world had become surreal.
"Knowing that Xiao Niu is still alive is our only hope to continue living. We searched everywhere for Xiao Niu, but with so many zombies in the apocalypse, we couldn't make any progress. We could only absorb crystal cores to enhance our superpowers while looking for Xiao Niu. But without a map, we would ask any survivor we met, inquiring everywhere about the location of safety bases."
Bai Zhengxuan and Liu Jing were already seventy when the apocalypse broke out. Even though they had been at the forefront of fashion in their younger days, time had still left them behind.
