After the explosion subsided, the superhumans below removed their shields...
He Zhuo asked with a serious expression, "Who is she? When did she appear? I didn't sense her at all!"
Gu Wan stared at the little girl with purple eyes, her brows furrowed, a scene churning in her mind: "Why...does she look so familiar?"
Some fragments flashed through Chi Yanzhou's mind: "She looks a lot like the little girl named 'Sweetie' who bit Gu Wan before. Her facial features are almost identical."
Upon hearing this, He Zhuo was startled and looked closely.
"That ungrateful mother and daughter... the little girl who was bitten by a zombie but didn't turn into one? You know what, she really looks like one! But those eyes... how did she become an eighth-level zombie?"
In mid-air, Lu Nange coldly looked at the man in the suit, then glanced at the little girl with purple eyes beside him.
The moment their eyes met, Lu Nange's pupils suddenly contracted.
Despite their vastly different auras, that face, those facial features...
"Sweetie?" Lu Nange's voice was tentative.
The girl did not react.
She simply floated there, like a lifeless statue.
Only its purple eyes differed from the other level-eight zombies; they would occasionally shift, as if in thought...
The man in the suit noticed Lu Nange's change in expression: "What, you know her? But she's not called Tian Tian anymore, she's called Number 1."
It is my most perfect toy, the only success born from millions of failures.
It retains the wisdom of an ant, but has no emotions, and possesses the power of a zombie... What a wonderful existence!
Since you know each other, let Number 1 cut you into a thousand pieces and turn you into my new toys!
Especially you, I'm going to make you wail in agony for three months..."
Lu Nange smiled, raised her chin, met the gaze of the man in the suit, and spoke clearly, word by word.
"You're an ant whether you open your mouth or shut your mouth. I thought you were something special."
So, after all that fighting, you still need someone else to back you up? You want us dead? You think you're worthy!
The air around the man in the suit began to distort, and lightning once again gathered at his fingertips...
Lu Nange: "You're already angry? You really are petty. But can't you come up with something new? This trick of yours won't work on me!"
"Outrageous!" the man in the suit roared. "This is my world! My lightning is the wrath of Heaven, the punishment of Heaven!"
In my world, I, the ant, call the shots!
"I set the program! Your future, your life and death, are all in my hands!"
If you comply, I can spare you some suffering. Continuing to struggle? It will only increase your pain!
Lu Nange waited until he finished yelling before slowly and deliberately speaking: "You've already broken down? In your world? You think you can call the shots?"
She tilted her head, her eyes full of undisguised sarcasm: "If you're sick, go get treatment, don't come to me. I'm not a veterinarian, I can't cure your madness."
Someone below couldn't help but burst out laughing...
He Zhuo: "When did my little sister's mouth become so sharp?"
The crowd exclaimed, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black!"
He Zhuo shrugged: "It's Old Gu who's sharp-tongued, not me!"
Gu Qi: "Don't take this opportunity to slack off. Hurry up and kill these zombies. When Nan Nan makes her move, we'll launch a sneak attack! This Tian Tian looks really strange!"
......
Lu Nange's next words in mid-air froze everyone's smiles, replaced by a burning warmth welling up from the bottom of their hearts.
That's not just hot blood, it's something even more intense.
It is a 'spark' that refuses to be extinguished even after the apocalypse, when it is chased by zombies, betrayed by its own kind, and repeatedly battered by despair.
The wind howled around Lu Nange, her clothes fluttering in the gale, but she stood there, her back straight, her eyes bright.
"However, if this is truly your world, with the bullshit rules and procedures you set, then it means these rules are unfair, and fate is merciless..."
A sudden gust of wind arose, whipping up the stray hairs on her forehead.
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