Chapter 237: Zombies (3)

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Junior Sister Ye, leave now. Just ignore me already. Lin Long held onto her shoulder which was trickling with blood as sweat dripped from her face in pain. She held the excruciating pain back and touched Ye Qingtangs shoulder.

Ye Qingtang and she were not close, but Ye Qingtang actually chose to stay and protect her in such a hopeless situation.

Shock filled Lin Longs heart. She never knew that there would actually be such a foolish person on earth.

Even that piece of trash Zhou Xuan knew how to save his life, yet Ye Qingtang chose to stay when she clearly had a chance to escape.

So stupid

So foolish

But these made her tremble uncontrollably.

Ye Qingtang saw the determination in Lin Longs eyes, but Ye Qingtang felt another kind of resolution.

In her previous life, she swallowed humiliation in order to survive and hid from place to place. So many times, she had personally witnessed those who cared for her being killed right before her eyes. In her previous life she escaped too many times, but in this life she would definitely not leave any friend behind.

Ye Qingtang suddenly smiled. In such a dire situation, under the moonlight, she smiled.

Senior Sister Lin, from the day I entered the sect, I remembered this one sect rule. Ye Qingtang helped Lin Long up slowly and grasped her sword tightly as she looked at the onslaught of zombies.

We must not leave any disciple behind Must not!

An intense murderous expression filled Ye Qingtangs eyes.

If she abandoned the people she treasured, what right did she have to seek revenge on Ye You!

Lin Long looked at Ye Qingtangs side-profile in shock as her heart that had been frozen for years suddenly felt a warmth like never before. A lump formed in her throat, and her eyes reddened instantly.

Well said. If we can get through this calamity, we will

Before Lin Long could finish her sentence, the zombies had already reached them.

Even though they were facing a hopeless situation, the two strong-willed girls did not give up on any slightest chance to escape.

Their swords gleamed in the moonlight. In that dark night, the swords in Ye Qingtang and Lin Long hands danced to the sound of death, composing a life anthem that b