"She, she won't try to drink our blood, will she?"
Bai Yifan was so scared that he stuttered when he spoke.
That gaze was terrifying, nothing like a newborn baby.
A gaze from a newborn baby more frightening than those from the street thugs he saw in school.
Even scarier than the look his homeroom teacher gave him from the window!
So terrifying that a sixteen-year-old boy like him was afraid of this baby that wasn't even an hour old.
Bai Yifan was so frightened that the protective golden light shone from his body, flickering on and off.
"This is her instinct. If you were infected by the virus, you might not behave better than her."
Wang Yiyun took off her black gloves, her voice somewhat bewildered.
How did the world end up like this?
Never being unemployed is fundamentally different from the end of the world.
Wang Yiyun thought she would rather suffer from occupational illness all her life than witness this scene.
