City of Witches - Chapter 282: Interlude (4)

A zombie virus started infecting the world one day. The number of infected grew exponentially as days passed... A group of zombies began attacking me and my daughter while we hid at home!

Rooooooar!!!

'I'll sacrifice myself, so please just let my daughter live...'

As I turned into a zombie, I recalled the things I had to protect.

There was only one. My daughter.

“I'm scared...”

“It's alright. Daddy's here.”

I started working on protecting my daughter after having fully turned into a zombie!

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In her past life, Bai Qingyan hurt the man who loved her. He looked at her lovingly as he fell to his death and she realized she loved him all too late. To live a life once again, she vowed to grasp this happiness with him. No longer will she regret.

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Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.