In the azure waters, Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming lay face up, wearing a stern expression, indifferent and unruffled.
Letting the seawater gradually push him towards the shore, drifting with the tide.
Clearly, he and Zhang Yiming were the same person, the same face.
Even with the same cold expression.
Yet, the face of Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming seemed even colder by three degrees.
Pushed to the shore, Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming did not immediately sit up, just absentmindedly stared at the sky, seemingly dazed.
As if the entire world had only him left.
No one could hurt him, and no one could pull him out of his own thoughts.
"Brother Zhang, why are you here today too?"
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming squinted his eyes, just being pushed to shore when he heard a familiar, clear voice.
Composed himself, finally seeing the boy in front of him, it was Bai Yifan.
Xiao Niu's younger brother.
