Chapter 85 Mark

Ignoring the bride's agonizing scream,

Ignoring the dangerous dream she currently found herself in,

Ignoring the four groomsmen approaching like living corpses,

Luo Di crouched down, gently picked up the head rolling beside his shoe, and looked at it levelly.

The "class monitor" still looked just as she had before, full of stitched marks, with lifeless eyelids completely sealing off her eyes, but her mouth was gently chewing.

This might just be a shallow secondary neural response, but for Luo Di, it was already enough.

He tore off a piece of his sleeve, spread it out on the ground, and carefully placed the "class monitor's" head onto it, ensuring the neck stump wouldn't get dirty.

It felt like returning to the bachelor pad, like the preparatory work before watching a movie alone together.

Tonight's "movie watching event" wasn't delayed by the nightmare; it seemed that the real movie was about to start.