Early in the morning, the girls gathered in the dining area in high spirits.
Last night, they had drank some of Wang Ran's blood. In addition, they had been eating mutated vegetables for the past few days, so they had grow considerably stronger.
However, they still had not improved as rapidly as Tang Tang and Wu Jiaxin, who were being administered special treatment.
Wang Ran yawned as he arrived at the restaurant.
He was once again introduced to the sensation of fatigue again.
It could not be helped. He had finished far too many times last night, and while at it, he was also borderline anemic. Moreover, Xiaoyu's current strength was not something that he could handle leisurely.
Sigh, it's difficult being a man.
Wang Ran drank a cup of soy milk with raw eggs to nourish his body.
"Tonight, a wave of zombies will be coming from the north.
"Most of you haven't killed a zombie before. I think you're all eager to try, right?