Rice actually had an ability like this. It caught Chen Luo completely off guard.
As time passed, Chen Luo's understanding of Rice's abilities grew clearer.
Rice could see the good and bad fortune awaiting someone in the near future. Rice had once said that a member would die soon afterward, only to suffer a backlash.
Ever since then, Chen Luo had forbidden Rice from using it.
Rice could sense the good and bad fortune awaiting those nearby over a certain period, and that period grew longer with each increase in level.
Now Rice could even bring good luck.
The nature of Rice's ability seemed all but obvious.
Chen Luo sighed in wonder. Originally, he had only been twenty percent confident that he could lead everyone through doomsday.
If he only needed to survive himself, of course, there would be no problem at all.
Now, however, he was fifty percent confident he could bring everyone through it, with Rice alone accounting for thirty percent.
Rice was one hell of a benefactor. He had to cling to that lifeline.
After the banquet, Zhao Ziyi carried the cake box, which still had some cream on it, licking it as she walked.
What a glutton.
That afternoon, Chen Luo was holding Rice and watching TV series together when Jiang Chuxue rushed in and shouted.
"Mi Li, Mi Li! The baby's here! The baby's here!"
Mi Li had given birth?
Chen Luo was dumbfounded. How come I didn't know?
Mi Li came out of her room. Ever since reaching level eight, she had stopped going out. Ordinary zombies offered her no meaningful training at all, so she stayed home with Rice and Ningshuang, helping Chen Luo manage various affairs.
"Did Zuo Ruoqiu give birth?" Mi Li asked.
Jiang Chuxue nodded vigorously.
Chen Luo understood. A