Lin Murong hadn't returned yet, and the man still hadn't awakened.
By the time Lin Murong returned, it was very late, and the supermarket was about to close.
But the man still showed no signs of waking up.
He couldn't be dead, could he?
"You… go check on him." Su Yinhe didn't want to go over, so she sent Lin Murong, who had just returned.
Lin Murong had been out clubbing for quite a while.
He had gotten a pink little shovel, and the first thing he did was go kill zombies.
Sure enough, the pink shovel chopped off zombie heads as neatly as he had imagined, just like slicing watermelon.
There was also a weirdly cute feel to it.
Indeed, the pink little shovel was the best.
Loved it to death.
Fangfang liked it too.
Best friends, even their tastes were exactly alike.
Not only did Lin Murong try out his pink little shovel, but he also collected a bunch of high-level crystal cores.
It was just a bit dirty.
