Long Qingying looked at him coldly, then turned to Lin Qiao. She didn't say a word, but directly thrust a piece of paper into Du Yuanxing's hands.
It wasn't because she didn't want to answer his question, but because she honestly didn't know how.
Just now, when she thought that she'd be smashed to death by the iron ball when she suddenly felt that her arm was dragged and eyes were dazzled. After that, she was standing by the lakeside.
Before she could react, the zombie standing beside her took out the notepad, quickly wrote a few words, and put the note into his hands, then vanished right before her eyes.
