The scene changes.
He, radiating ferocity, commanded zombies to conquer safe bases, watching expressionlessly as survivors died in the zombies' mouths.
He didn't know when a severed arm had appeared in his hand, and the taste of blood in his mouth stimulated his taste buds.
His bloodthirsty and violent emotions had reached their peak.
A thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Yiming's mind.
Flesh and blood taste so good! So this is what blood tastes like.
...
For a moment, Zhang Yiming was stunned, and he reviewed those memories that he had never experienced, yet seemed to be his own, like a revolving lantern.
Despair and oppression welled up in my heart.
It's so good to see those dark eyes again.
"What I mean is memories like rebirth in novels."
Bai Xizhu saw that Zhang Yiming was stunned and thought he hadn't understood what she meant, so she added another sentence.
Zhang Yiming stared into Bai Xizhu's dark eyes, his black pupils unmoving as he greedily gazed into them, then slowly shook his head.
"No."
How could he admit that he is his future self?
He wished his future self were already dead.
They don't want to admit that they've devoured flesh and blood, and they don't want to admit their own incompetence.
Back then, he was too cowardly to appear before her, which is why he lost her.
Never again.
Upon hearing Zhang Yiming's answer, Bai Xizhu scratched her head.
Could it be that I guessed wrong?
"Where did your future self go? Do you know?" Bai Xizhu asked again.
“The fluctuations in his supernatural power were too great, so the world corrected them. He must have returned to the future,” Zhang Yiming said.
Bai Xizhu believed Zhang Yiming's words to some extent.
Because my grandparents said that whenever they traveled back in time and tried to change the past, their timeline would be corrected, so even if they came back, they wouldn't be able to use all their superpowers.
"I wonder what kind of future he returned to."
Bai Xizhu touched her chin, slightly curious.
Is the future one where the apocalypse has ended, or is it still a brutal scene of the end times?
"It's definitely going to be a great future."
When Zhang Yiming said this, his eyes were somewhat vacant.
Huffing and puffing—
Leng Yebai breathed heavily, his nostrils flaring out.
Bai Xizhu, Leng Yebai, Zhang Yiming.
Leng Yebai always wanted to randomly knock someone out!
"What are you doing?" Bai Xizhu looked at Leng Yebai beside her.
"I've heard that taking deep breaths can relieve anger, I'll give it a try," Leng Yebai said expressionlessly.
Why are you angry?
"I'm angry at myself for being too handsome."
Bai Xizhu: ? ? ? ?
Sand sculpture?
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