The breeze was blowing gently, and the sunlight after the rain was soothing all things in the world in a rare and gentle way. However, under such warm sunlight, Fang Ying was trembling all over, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
"Fang Ying, were you bitten by a zombie?" Compared to the players who only cared about the mission objectives, Zhang Bing's undisguised worry at this time was particularly valuable. His face darkened, with obvious confusion between his eyebrows, "That's not right... When I went out with you yesterday, you were fine. What on earth is going on?!"
Zhang Bing was the only one who was willing to believe her. Fang Ying quickly let go of the knife in her hand and grabbed his sleeve: "I wasn't bitten! Really! Brother Zhang, except for my wrist, I don't have a single wound on my body."
"If you don't believe me, I can take off my clothes and let you check!"
Fang Ying spoke rapidly, with an obvious cry in her voice. This dungeon was a survival game. Not to mention the main task of escorting Zhang Bing, the mere act of surviving in the dungeon world was an insurmountable mountain for Fang Ying, who was not good at fighting.
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