251 A Fresh Corpse
"Honestly," Zhao Zhitong said with mock disdain. "Still so delicate. Alright, as your 'little bro,' I'll protect you. Let's go, let's go!"
With that, she grabbed Qiao Muchen and ran towards the Mass Grave Hill outside the village.
Halfway there, they saw Zhao Yue and Wei Shulan had also come out.
In the past three years, Wei Shulan, like Zhao Zhitong, hadn't grown much taller. However, Wei Shulan's disposition had become increasingly cold. If this continued, she would definitely turn into an ice beauty.
The one who had changed the most among the four of them was Zhao Yue. Perhaps because he had grown taller, his once chubby little frame had vanished, replaced by a robust and upright physique. The two trails of snot that used to constantly hang under his nose were gone too, and he finally looked somewhat handsome.
Seeing her two other friends on the street at midnight, Zhao Zhitong was overjoyed and ran over to ask, "Why are you two here as well?"
