"What?" Lin Ye raised his eyebrows and leaned back symbolically.
"Let me take a bite."
Yang Fusheng grinned and chuckled. "If you don't become a zombie, how are you going to hell?Wasn't that the reasoning?"
"Bite your grandfather! Get lost!" Lin Ye cursed.
"It's okay if I don't bite, but you have to compensate me. You caused me to lose an incomparably precious pardon contract." Yang Fusheng pushed on.
"Can you be any more shameless? If I didn't save you just now, you would've died. A little brat like you only knows how to talk nonsense all day. If you have the time, why don't you think about how to help your brother deal with that Jiang Chen?" Lin Ye said disdainfully.
"Are you kidding me? You want me, a green-eyed zombie, to kill a Red-Eyed Zombie King that has surpassed the limits of Level 9? That is as ridiculous as letting an ant the size of a fingernail kill an elephant." Yang Fusheng rolled his eyes and sneered.
