Upon hearing this, Qin Zhao was stunned. He then realized that the virus that had been raging inside his body had miraculously subsided.
He doesn't seem to have had much to drink, does he?
Looking at his arm, Qin Zhao felt a pang of reluctance.
Or, pretend it's not ready yet and have a few more sips?
However, he noticed it as soon as he heard Han Junche, and looked down at him and said, "Let go when you're done drinking."
"You're stingy." Qin Zhao relented, retracted his fangs, wiped the blood from his lips, and looked at Han Junche, saying, "You just said you wanted to see if your blood could suppress the virus when given to others, so I'm your guinea pig, right?"
"Not really." Han Junche withdrew his arm and looked at him calmly, saying, "You can also choose not to drink."
Well……
Qin Zhao rolled his eyes at him and started walking down the mountain towards the campsite: "I don't know how Chi Xia can stand your personality."
Han Junche turned around and walked alongside him. Upon hearing this, he said calmly, "Are you jealous?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Zhao paused, but quickly raised his foot again and slowly said, "That's true to some extent."
He didn't deny it, but admitted it directly. Han Junche couldn't help but look up at him, his cold eyes filled with seriousness: "I advise you to nip this thought in the bud while it's still fresh in your mind."
"I know without you having to tell me." Qin Zhao sighed, "I'm infected with the virus, not blind. I can see that she only has eyes for you."
Han Junche didn't say anything more. It wasn't gentlemanly to flaunt these things in front of a loser. Besides, even if he had such thoughts, he hid them very well.
After the two descended the mountain, just before reaching the campsite, Han Junche spoke again: "How often does your virus flare up?"
"uncertain."
Qin Zhao said, "It depends on whether my emotions fluctuate greatly or how well I use my special ability. If my emotions fluctuate greatly for a period of time, or if my special ability is depleted too much, the attacks will occur more frequently. Under normal circumstances, it will occur once every one or two months."
Han Junche thought for a moment and said, "You didn't drink much just now, so I feel that you don't need much blood to calm down the virus in your body. Here's what we'll do: unless there are special circumstances, I will provide you with blood at the beginning and middle of each month, regardless of whether the virus is flaring up or not."
"I have no problem with that."
Qin Zhao's gaze fell on Han Junche's wrist, where the bite marks from his sharp teeth were still clearly visible: "I'm just worried about your wound. Although I don't necessarily have to bite you directly to suck your food, frequently cutting veins is not a good thing for you."
Han Junche thought for a moment: "Would you mind if another person found out?"
Qin Zhao did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a long time before asking, "Who?"
“Li Han,” Han Junche explained, “If you don’t mind letting him know, you can have him collect the samples intravenously using an IV tube. We’ve raided Z City before, and we have a lot of these kinds of supplies.”
Qin Zhao remained silent for a long time before finally nodding: "Alright, it's already like this, one more or one less won't make a difference."
He immediately added after saying that, "This is the last one, so give me some face. I am, after all, a zombie king."
The words "Zombie King" surprised Han Junche. He had thought that Qin Zhao was a zombie of a higher level than Xue Changjun, but he did not expect that he was actually a zombie king.
He looked at Qin Zhao and slowly said, "Are all zombie kings like you?"
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