"Bang!"
Zhang Yiming kicked open the door to Leng Yebai's room, completely twisting the already crooked lock.
With a clatter, the door lock fell to the ground.
The door was crooked and twisted; another kick would completely destroy it.
Leng Yebai sat cross-legged on the bed, his rotting eyes slowly opening. He glanced at the menacing Zhang Yiming, then closed them again.
Each held a crystal core in their hand, which turned into waste at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, he changed to another one on his own.
Leng Yebai was so engrossed in absorbing the crystal core that he couldn't tear himself away.
Zhang Yiming didn't say anything, but took out a pale yellow piece of sweet wood from his pocket and strode towards Leng Yebai.
Leng Yebai could feel the footsteps getting closer and closer, and he opened his eyes again.
He could only see a palm-sized, pale yellow piece of wood right in front of him, poking straight at his face.
This piece of wood exudes a strong sense of vitality.
The lush vitality seemed almost scalding to him, and the faint green light emanating from it made his skin itch slightly.
He stopped feeling pain after his blood turned black.
This piece of wood is extraordinary.
In just a moment, Leng Yebai realized something.
Zhang Yiming didn't speak, but had a cold face. He placed one hand on Leng Yebai's shoulder and held Gan Mu's hand in the other, bringing it straight to Leng Yebai's mouth.
That speed, that power.
It's absolutely normal for a person to get injured.
Zhang Yiming couldn't care less about anything else; he just couldn't be gentle with Leng Yebai.
Leng Yebai narrowed his eyes and quickly reached out to grab Zhang Yiming's hand that was holding Gan Mu.
"What's this?"
Leng Yebai's hoarse voice rang out.
"poison."
Zhang Yiming remained expressionless, withdrew his hand, and pressed down on Leng Yebai's shoulder again. Gan Mu once more approached Leng Yebai's rotting mouth.
"I'm not eating, leave me alone."
Leng Yebai turned his head away and pushed Zhang Yiming out.
The two men are standing so close together!
He doesn't uphold male virtues!
"Don't move!"
Zhang Yiming exuded a faint aura of malevolence, and his powerful brainwaves directly suppressed Leng Yebai.
The best way to deal with zombies is to use brainwaves.
The brainwaves of high-level zombies have an absolute suppressive effect on low-level zombies.
Leng Yebai looked at Zhang Yiming expressionlessly, a slight smirk playing on his rotten lips.
"Has your brain been fried lately? Your brainwaves are much weaker than before."
As soon as he finished speaking, another powerful brainwave instantly acted on Zhang Yiming.
Leng Yebai stood up, went to Zhang Yiming's side, and pushed him out the door.
Zhang Yiming felt as if his body weighed a thousand pounds. Although he did not feel fear, he was still affected.
I have much less control over my body, and even raising my arm normally is restricted.
His brainwaves were severely damaged and had not yet recovered; he could only be suppressed by Leng Yebai.
A tiger fallen into the plains.
"This is something that can bring you back to Xiaozhu's side!"
Zhang Yiming barely managed to raise his hand, holding the licorice wood, and shoved it towards Leng Yebai's face.
Don't ask why it wasn't cut open so Leng Yebai could eat it.
Zhang Yiming just wanted to see if he could choke him to death.
Leng Yebai turned his head away and took a deep look at the sweet wood in Zhang Yiming's hand.
"Okay, I understand."
Leng Yebai raised his hand and snatched the ginseng from Zhang Yiming's hand.
Before Zhang Yiming could even react, Leng Yebai had already stuffed a palm-sized piece of sweet potato into Zhang Yiming's mouth.
The vibrant, life-giving aroma of the sweetwood burned his mouth, and the pain instantly spread throughout his oral cavity.
A piece of ginseng, no bigger than the palm of his hand, was used to prop open his mouth.
Leng Yebai's lips curled into a wicked smile, showing no mercy.
"Leng Yebai! I'll fucking kill you!"
Zhang Yiming immediately swore.
Leng Yebai gave him no chance to refuse. The dual suppression of strength and brainwaves left Zhang Yiming with no room to resist.
When President Leng was broke, he used to work as a construction worker carrying bricks.
Even if Zhang Yiming wasn't favored at home, he was still the eldest son of the Zhang family and never lacked money; he just exercised occasionally.
"***!"
Zhang Yiming was like a drowning person, occasionally managing to utter a few beautiful words of Chinese.
Every word he utters is a national treasure.
At other times, all they can do is roll their eyes and drool.
His image collapsed instantly.
Hearing the commotion, the Tang family had already arrived at Leng Yebai's room.
Everyone stared in disbelief at Zhang Yiming, who was being tortured by Leng Yebai.
Leng Yebai pressed Zhang Yiming's shoulder firmly with one hand and covered his mouth tightly with the other.
Tsk tsk tsk, I feel like the atmosphere is a bit ambiguous.
Fan Tangtang blinked, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Leng Yebai.
He felt that Bai Yifan was lying to him. He kept saying that his older sister was the most powerful and could beat Brother Zhang to death.
Now it seems that Brother Zhang, who is Xiao Fan's older brother, is more powerful!
Fan Liping and Hu Meiling hesitated, unsure whether they should step forward to help.
"hey-hey."
Fan Tangtang covered his mouth and chuckled softly.
"Kids shouldn't look at these!"
Fan Liping glanced at Fan Tangtang, who was chuckling, and decisively pulled his son away with his wife.
Only Leng Yebai and Zhang Yiming remained in the room.
"Let go! You son of a bitch!"
Zhang Yiming felt he was about to die; he knew zombies wouldn't suffocate.
But this large lump of tamarisk was like a burning fire, burning down his throat and all the way to his whole body.
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