Alan put down his binoculars, his face full of a triumphant smile. He casually wiped his eyes; when Ming was caught by the King-level zombie earlier, his heart had jumped into his throat. Now, everything was finally settled.
"Ming is still the same powerful guy!"
Alan patted the head of the King-level Crab puppet and said, "You're lucky to have such a strong master." After saying this, he glanced at the two female zombies, and the smile on his face disappeared. It felt like he had just scolded himself.
Damn!
...
[Your little froglings are lying on the rooftop, watching you come back. As you leap up and pick them up to hold and squeeze them in your arms, they feel that something's off with you today...]
[Foodie burrows into your palm, dreaming that you've become a superstar with lots of delicious... where the food?]
