In the dark room, Ze Ning was curled up in a corner, motionless.
It was the third day, and he was starving, but he felt sick when he saw the food that Qing Jue had delivered.
Starved and imprisoned for three days, he now missed Qin Yi very much.
He missed her breath, her gentleness.
The door squeaked, opening as someone came in.
Ze Ning did not look up, speaking coldly, "Just leave, I won't say anything."
He didn't want to look up. He didn't want to see those people- Ah no, those zombies' faces.
In fact, he was a little taken aback. He had only left for a few months, but when he came back, Qing Jue and the others were actually working together with beastmen to attack mankind.
He did not know the reason why, but he felt that it was ridiculous. Hadn't they suffered enough losses? They were doing it again now.
