Her almond-shaped eyes were clear and bright, and her nose was small and straight.

She looked extremely well-behaved and innocent, like a fairy who stepped out of a painting.

Only deep within those eyes seemed to lie a trace of unyielding coldness.

Those are the marks left by countless killings.

Bai Feiming looked Su Ziyu up and down and sincerely praised, "Xiaoyu, you look really good in this kind of dress, and it suits you best. None of us can pull it off like this."

Nangong Wenyao and Gan Wei also expressed their admiration.

Jiang Wu agreed, saying, "Xiao Yu, you should wear more clothes like this at home. Don't always wear a black robe and carry a big knife. After all, you're not even 20 years old yet."

Su Ziyu tugged at her skirt and whispered, "Brother Wu, if you like it, I'll try to wear this kind of dress more often."

Jiang Wu nodded and said seriously, "Our Huaxia is no longer what it used to be. We have more than a million residents and nearly 100,000 warriors. We no longer need you to always be at the forefront, facing tens of thousands of zombies alone."

He paused, then continued, "These 100,000 warriors, even if each of them kills just one zombie, they can wipe out 100,000 zombies in an instant. And if you were to kill 100,000 zombies, how long would it take you? What we need to do is deal with those that are even more powerful, understand?"

“I don’t want you to always face tens of thousands of zombies alone and end up covered in blood. You’re a little girl, my little fish, not a killing machine, understand?”

Su Ziyu nodded obediently.

She had a gentle smile on her face.