Yang Zimei looked around in doubt, and could not find people where people were.
"Xuehu, Sadako won't track that Wang Zeyuan? Did you smell her breath?"
Yang Zimei kept hoping on the sensitive nose of Xuehu Lake than the hunting dog.
Xuehu nodded, pulled her out of the wall, chased out.
After chasing after a kilometer, Yang Zimei also felt the breath of Sadako, but in a hotel.
Why did Sadako come here?
Yang Zimei and Xuehu sought her breath in doubt and found her room.
Fortunately, the door is not closed.
The two went in hidden.
I saw Sadako sitting on the bed, there was no expression on his face, a bit like a wooden man.
Yang Zimei just wanted to call her and walked out of a person who didn't wear clothes from the bathroom.
This person is actually the dead abnormal Wang Zeyuan again.
He found that the door of the room was not related, so he walked lightly, put the door, and then sat next to Sadako, and then his hand began to feel uneasy, as if he had touched the wax figure of the dragon color cloud before.
Sadako still has no response.
It seems that consciousness has been psyched by him.
Yang Zimei did not have an impulse this time, but took out the mirror and took the past in the past.
There is an old soul in the mirror, as if it was the shape before his molting.
"Snow Lake, it doesn't seem to be a snake?"
Yang Zimei looked carefully, and did not find the trace of snakes, and surprised to Xuehu Road in surprise.
Xuehu took a closer look, "But it may not be a snake!"
"Let me take a look!"
Yang Zimei pulled out the prepared majestic yellow from the storage ring, and the direct King Zeyuan Yang passed ...
"Ha Qiu!"
Wang Zeyuan sneezed, and the little body suddenly curled up into a ball.
At this time, Sadako was a spiritual, and the two pupils lit up, and his expression returned to normal.
She looked at Wang Zeyuan curled up next to her, and did not know where the embroidered needle came from, and stabbed him directly.
The embroidered needle actually stabbed Wang Zeyuan, and was not separated by his powerful breath protective layer.
"Sadako, kill him!"
Yang Zimei came out.
Sadako heard Yang Zimei's voice and didn't want to. The embroidered needle on her hand was like a rain point, and she stabbed Wang Zeyuan densely, as if she was usually doing embroidery.
The posture of that posture is extremely beautiful, but it has a lingering murderous.
Wang Zeyuan curled up, screamed in pain.
Yang Zimei tried to pull out and pierced his sword to him.
However, this time she left a snack eye, and there was no effort to avoid bother to hurt herself.
Sure enough, the sword touched his atmosphere, and he immediately hit a hard object and rebounded back.
Therefore, she had to take the sword well and see that Sadako was doing embroidery.
She couldn't understand why Sadako could attack Wang Zeyuan directly, but couldn't she?
Is it useless for his breath to be a living dead, Joan Zi?
Sadako was addicted to being addicted, and Wang Zeyuan suddenly opened his mouth, and a sigh of relief.
That breath is extremely stinky, it is estimated that it is hundreds of times more than the fluid's fart.
Yang Zimei and Snow Lake with sensitive smell were smoked out of the window instantly.
At this time, the Sadako inside suddenly had a crooked head and fell on the bed. The whole person of Wang Zeyuan was like a ball on one side, rolled out, and disappeared again.