Chapter 200 (2/2)

”Road, are you all right!” Zhuoma found Lu Ziming with dull eyes, sitting on the grass with a stiff body, holding her head in her hands, as if she was in great pain.

Some of him lost his mind. He seems to be pressing a huge stone on his chest. He doesn't know what is real. Is the real zombie world real? Or the civilized era full of pollution and garbage, or a closed space, he found that he would go crazy if he thought about it again.

He doesn't know why he, a little fart at the bottom, only wants to spend his life peacefully. Will he go through so many things in a short time? Do others have the same experience as himself?

He was really a little afraid. This fear came not from the body, but from the depths of the soul. It was real fear and trembling.

”Nothing, just wondering why I don't remember the time,” he said in flashing words.

Zhuoma continued to nibble at the colorful fruits in her hand with relish. She didn't notice Lu Ziming's gaffe at all. She waved her whip and said, ”in fact, time is * * * *, if you say he has it, if you say he doesn't, I'll never remember what time it is. If it wasn't for the summer Lake Festival, I wouldn't know what date it is today?”

Time is really meaningless for an ethnic group with a slow pace of life. They just need to know when and where to graze. The strict division of time is only a matter of recent hundreds of years. For thousands of years, except that agriculture needs a general spring, long summer, autumn harvest and winter storage, time really has no meaning.

”I think too much. Maybe I've been homesick for a long time,” Lu Ziming continued to hide his inner fear and mocked himself.

Perhaps it was because she heard about her home that Zhuoma's face darkened and her hands trembled. She looked at the increasingly lively camp as if she was saying to herself, ”one day, I will take back what I have lost. No matter how long it takes, they will pay for everything they have done...”.

”What did you say?” Lu Ziming didn't know what Zhuoma had just said.

”Are you an able man?” Zhuoma asked suddenly.

”No”, he doesn't want to cause trouble for himself. Seltan's killing of the wolf king will soon spread. A superman can't not attract attention. He just wants to leave here.

”You lie, you Chinese are very cunning. If you were an ordinary person, you wouldn't live now?” Zhuoma turned her head and looked at Lu Ziming.

Lu Ziming suddenly found that he had made a huge mistake, and he was wrong from the beginning. Just as Zhuoma said, if he was an ordinary person, how to explain his appearance on the grassland now.

The more he thought about it, the more he found something wrong. Even Zhuoma could find something strange. Why didn't sanar ask them that their lies were so flawed that everyone believed them. Can't it explain the problem?

”Lu! Do you have toilet paper? I want to relieve!”