Because the scene was too chaotic, naturally, no one noticed Xia Ying, pale as death, standing motionless like a puppet on strings.
Amid the screaming and shoving of the crowd, Xia Ying felt as if someone told him to run.
Run?
Where could he run to?
And why should he run?
He didn't even know why he was standing there, in this world, he had always been the only one indulging in unrequited love...
Xia Ying naturally didn't notice that, at this moment, a person lying on the ground who had been bitten suddenly opened his white eyes and pounced on him unprepared!
Roar!
A familiar figure threw itself in front of him.
He looked down and couldn't help frowning—why was Xia Mufei sobbing and throwing himself in front of him?
Not until he saw the zombie behind Xia Mufei and the bloodstain on Xia Mufei's shoulder did his focus gradually return.
"Xia Ying, you've saved me many times before. I'm returning the favor this time. We're still brothers, right?"