Seeing no sign of disgust or fear on her face, I breathed a slight sigh of relief.

That's great!

She wasn't disliked, nor was she frightened.

"Where did you come from? What's there?"

Bai Xizhu looked at the Zombie King Zhang Yiming with curiosity, and felt a strange sense of familiarity towards him.

After all, they were beings from the same time and space as me.

She, her future grandparents, and the zombie king Zhang Yiming all came from that unfriendly future and have returned to the present.

"It's extremely dangerous there, don't go." Zombie King Zhang Yiming immediately said when Bai Xizhu asked him about things at sea, "If you need anything, you can come to me, or you can come to that Zhang Yiming. Don't make decisions on your own!"

Zombie King Zhang Yiming is getting anxious.

What was unintentionally revealed on his face was his worry for Bai Xizhu.

This worry was made without any attempt to conceal it or restraint.

He is different from Zhang Yiming.

One person keeps everything inside, while the other expresses all their emotions outwardly.

It wasn't that Zhang Yiming, the Zombie King, lacked self-control; rather, it was that in the next ten years of his life, he had forgotten how to perfectly control himself.

In the future, he indulged himself to an extreme degree.

Driven by a thirst for blood, they devour flesh and blood without restraint, showing no regard for their own image.

Even newborn babies can become his food.

Hating humans, he commanded a horde of zombies to attack the safe base, not to devour them, but simply to vent his frustration.

I just love seeing their expressions of suffering as they die.

He hasn't known what restraint feels like for a very long time.

After arriving here, he seemed to have become Zhang Yiming again, carefully restraining his instincts.

But there are always differences.

Zhang Yiming struggled to restrain himself from devouring flesh and blood.

For the Zombie King Zhang Yiming, it would take ten times more self-control than Zhang Yiming to restrain him.

Having tasted flesh and blood, how much self-control would a zombie king need to refrain from devouring flesh and blood and from embracing the figure he longs for day and night?

Only the Zombie King, Zhang Yiming, knew; only he could understand.

Even though his face showed an exaggerated expression of tension, it was already the result of his efforts to restrain himself.

What he wanted to offer the person in front of him was his own life.