Li Fang questioned one after another, empty and weak and increasingly sharp and miserable, but those who heard it couldn't help but feel sad.

"Li Fang!" Seeing this, Li Feng put a hand on her shoulder lightly, exerting a little force, wishing to bear some pain for her, because Li Feng couldn't imagine what would happen to him if such a thing happened. How distressed, even though Li Feng has more than one child, each of them is dear to his heart.

Let's look at Li Fang, who completely regards the child as the motivation for her to live. How can the mother not be crazy now that the child has become like this?

Sure enough, in the next second, the man spoke, and his tone was not sad because his own sister and her son were dying, but he pitied and dissuaded, "Sister, this is not what everyone wants to see. This zombie has already died. Killed by you! What do you think they can do if you catch Li Hou now? It’s not like they made the child like this!” When he said this, he seemed to think of something, and said, “Sister, quickly throw the child away, he is not a supernatural being. He may become a zombie and your relatives will deny you, and you will be bitten to death by him!"

Cold——

Li Fang never felt that her heart would be so cold.

The car door was opened, a thin figure wearing white-gray casual clothes and sporty gray-and-white shoes jumped out of the car neatly and handsomely, and she was holding a handbag about her height in her hand. The sword sheath is black, and it shines in the cold moonlight.

Those eyes were more like obsidian, shining with a deep blackness, and there was no expression on the delicate and fair face.