Chapter 259 – Professor, Please Don’t Raise Zombies (49)
And besides, Yan Luo wasn’t even that weak—why did they think she was the easy target?! (σ｀д′)σ
Little Pink : [Only through comparison can there be contrast.]
That means, compared to the male lead, the dear Host is still a bit too weak.
Yan Luo : “…Hmph!”
Cheng Xiaoxiao didn’t care about fairness at all.
She figured these two were also here for something in the research base. Originally, she had intended to silence them permanently, but her condition was too poor. She hadn’t expected that the people in front of her were even more ruthless than she imagined.
She had completely lost the upper hand.
The crystal cores she had planned to use to restore her abilities had been snatched by the man behind her, who was pressing forward relentlessly.
As for the one in front of her, whether an ability user or a zombie, Yan Luo should have crystal core, which would be enough for her to recover for a short time. Although Yan Luo had shown considerable strength before, Yan Luo ultimately wouldn’t be a match for her in her current fully-powered state.
A dark gleam flashed through Cheng Xiaoxiao’s eyes. Her figure moved swiftly as she lunged at Yan Luo.
Her hand formed into a claw, slicing through the air with five water blades aimed at Yan Luo’s head.
Fast, precise, and ruthless.
Yan Luo, bound by Yan Che’s vines on the side : …
She struggled against the vines, but she couldn’t break free. Completely immobilized, she could only watch as Cheng Xiaoxiao closed in. Yan Luo’s mouth twitched.
—Brother, are you screwing me over here?! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
—You won’t even let me run?!
But just then, the vine in Yan Luo’s hand brushed gently against the girl’s palm, as if offering comfort, before suddenly springing to life.
Cheng Xiaoxiao’s pupils contracted as the vine’s shadow reflected in her eyes. She tried to dodge, but the distance was too close, and the vine was too fast. Before she could react, it pierced directly into her chest.
Blood splattered, pain seared through her.
The water blades in her hand dissipated the moment they touched Yan Luo.
Cheng Xiaoxiao’s eyes gradually turned red, as if she had lost all reason. The blood that had fallen around them lifted into the air, and she charged at Yan Luo once more without caring about her life.
The moment brimmed with lethal danger.
Yan Luo could immediately sense that Cheng Xiaoxiao’s attack was different this time. Some unknown force sent tremors through her body, and fragmented images flickered in her mind.
White walls, all kinds of instruments, agonized screams from someone unknown—these triggered the deepest fear buried in her heart. Yan Luo’s eyes widened, her small frame trembling uncontrollably.
The next second, warm blood splattered across her face.
Her widened eyes regained focus slightly, but her body still trembled. Then, she was pulled into a warm embrace.
At some point, Yan Che had appeared in front of her. With one hand, he gripped the blood-red water blade; with the other, he pulled Yan Luo into his arms.
The water blade slowly dissolved, dragging his blood along with it.
Yan Che’s gaze turned completely cold. He glanced sideways at Cheng Xiaoxiao, who was still alive but nailed to the ground by the vines.
That one glance, though seemingly indifferent, concealed a fury as vast as an inferno.
The chilling look made Cheng Xiaoxiao feel a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
Her breathing quickened. Cheng Xiaoxiao slightly lowered her head.
Yan Che… Yan Che?
Yan Che?!
Using the last of her strength, she suddenly looked up. The man before her overlapped with the memory of someone who always wore a lab coat, silent and unreadable.
Back then, when they had abandoned that person in the midst of a zombie horde, he had turned back and given them the same indifferent, faintly amused yet bone-chilling smile.