"So, can you stop picking up and eating garbage off the streets?"
On the street, Zhou Li looked at Tang Wan, who was rubbing her little stomach with her delicate features all puckered up in distress, and said with a headache, "You even dare to eat the eggs from a zombie."
"How was I supposed to know it came from a zombie?"
Tang Wan grimaced, her desire to cry written on her face, "I just wanted to roast that undercooked piece of beef. Who knew the egg rolling on the ground was a Corpse Qi Pill?"
Just last night, as Tang Wan lit a fire at the city gate to cook a half-eaten piece of undercooked beef, Zhou Li got careless. Plus, he figured no sane person would pick things up to eat from a battlefield infested with zombies. From the unguarded clutch of a zombie, an "egg" rolled out.
To Tang Wan's misfortune, the egg rolled directly to her. At that time, she was squatting in front of a small fire, clutching the skewered beef, staring intently at the egg for three minutes.
