Si Chen was too lazy to talk nonsense to her, so he suddenly stepped forward with his tall body and grabbed her wrist with his strong hands.
"Let me go, what do you want to do? Let me go. I'm not a zombie. I'm no longer from the zombie camp. I don't want to stay in this hellish place. Let me go..." Future pushed and kicked him with his hands and feet.
Constantly struggling and screaming.
Their noisy behavior soon attracted the attention of many zombies, and their concerned eyes shot towards them one after another.
Si Chen didn't want to attract their attention, nor did he want to become their joke after dinner, so he immediately raised his knife and slashed at the back of Future's neck. Future's vision went dark, his body went limp, and he fell into his arms and passed out.
Si Chen squinted his eyes and looked at her face that was flushed with anger. He sighed softly, picked her up and rushed back to his home.
One by one one by one
The blue sky is cloudless, but in the mid-air to the east, west and northwest, there are flying fleets like lurking dragons and tigers, shocking the world and weeping ghosts and gods, majestic and ready to go.
However, the fierce troops below who should be advancing have all stalled and are stationed outside the radius.
In the camp in the direction of the zombie camp, under the impeccable and precise deployment, preparations and attacks have already been made, just waiting for the war to break out.
In the coaching camp.
Hearing the news that the Machine King and the Human King halted their army's advance at the same time, Xiahou Huan'er was surprised and said: "What kind of trouble do they want to make by sending troops but not attacking?" Is this a joke? It's just fun.
At this moment, a spy hurriedly came to report.
"Report, the traitor Han Hai was found in the army of the imperial capital."
Hey, didn't the zombie camp send the God of Death to kill Han Hai? Why isn't he dead yet?
Xiahou Huan'er glanced at Dongfang Xing and saw that his expression did not change at all, but the coldness in his eyes quickly condensed.
Wanbupo frowned and asked, "Do you know the reason?"
The spy reported in a serious manner: "Hanhai and the Machine King's wife Ao Bing appeared at the same time. I heard that Hanhai took Ao Bing to find a military doctor in the army in the imperial capital. The details are not clear yet."
"Okay, let's get down." Wan Bupo waved his hand and told him to step back.
Xiahou Huan'er stretched out her hand and stroked her chin, with an interesting smile on her lips: "The traitor Han Hai in the zombie camp, and the traitor Ao Bing in the imperial capital, what a coincidence."
Wanbupo nodded in agreement: "It seems that the reason why the Imperial Capital's army stopped advancing has something to do with them."
Xia Houhuan'er boldly hypothesized: "Could it be that Ao Bing ran away from home and fell ill when she met Han Hai, so Han Hai sent her to the army in the imperial capital for medical treatment. But according to Han Hai's character, he shouldn't be that kind.
."
It's really not like his character if he doesn't kill Ao Bing.
Wan Bupo shook his head and said, "Hanhai's mind is so dark and scheming. There may be a conspiracy."
"Could it be that Han Hai was angered by Long Qiao, so he captured Ao Bing and turned to the imperial capital?"
Xiahou Huan'er remembered the day when she designed Long Qiao in the hotel, and she couldn't help laughing wildly as if having a convulsion.
I don’t know how Long Qiao felt after she woke up and found out that the person she was having a good time with turned out to be an ugly and fat guy.
When they meet, she must give a good interview. This is so hilarious that she can't wait.
Dongfang Xing's cold eyes immediately shot over, and his deep voice was so chilling: "Are you so excited when I mention Long Qiao?"
