When he woke up again, Wan Qiyu discovered that the zombie king he fought with in his previous life was actually the little thing he had raised for a long time. The monster he had tried every means to find was right in front of him. Wan Qiyu looked at the young man with his brows furrowed, holding the lightsaber tightly in his hand and slashing at him...
"Brother, you're fine."
"Kou Yuan, let me go..."
White cut black zombie king attack VS cold-faced and hot-hearted human beings
Intention: hard work
