Five hundred years ago, they worked together to kill a robot, and before he died, he left a prophecy.
Dongfang Xing will become the public enemy of all mankind.
Her body trembled violently, and his prediction came true. He really became the public enemy of all mankind, and he became the zombie king.
"Interesting, he brought you here, but you don't know his identity." Long Qiao turned to the expressionless man and asked curiously, "Where did you find this woman?"
"Battlefield, no problem, I'm leaving." Dongfang Xing expressionless, raised his steps and walked outside.
Damn Dongfang Xing, he really sold her. Xiahou Huan'er came back to her senses and gasped in anger. A violent wave of anger surged inside her body.
A sharp roar came from behind, and Dongfang Xing's footsteps did not stop.
Walking out of Long Qiao's big house, a clear and steady whistle sounded, and the fast-moving winged beast immediately fell from the sky.
Just as he was about to jump on the back of the winged beast, there was a sudden loud bang behind him. He quickly turned around, and the roof was filled with fire. Xia Houhuan'er, in disheveled clothes, ran out of the door. Under the shining sunshine, she was originally slender.
His long fingers have turned into silver hooks and iron claws, sharp and fierce, like the claws of a wild beast with crazy killing intent.
A trace of astonishment flashed across her cold and calm face, her attack was fierce, and her fighting power exploded instantly.
Long Qiao, who had a few bloody scratches on his face, walked out and saw the man and woman entangled and fighting together outside the door, his expression was quite ugly.
How could the zombie king be so easy to defeat? In just a few moves, Xiahou Huan'er was subdued and her hook-like claws were cut on her back.
"Dongfang Xing, what do you mean?" Long Qiao's blue eyes seemed to be angry.
Dongfang Xing stared at the steel claws growing out of Xiahou Huan'er's hands, and his face turned livid.
Xia Hou Huan'er was no less shocked than them. Just inside the house, Long Qiao wanted to touch her. At the moment of extreme anger and despair, steel claws grew on her hands, and her strength suddenly became stronger. Unfortunately, with the Zombie King
After a comparison, I was compared to the end of the Yangtze River.
"You know I never make deals with marginalized people. The deal is cancelled." Long Qiao said decisively, taking out a handkerchief and wiping the blood on his face.
Xiahou Huan'er struggled a few times in Dongfang Xing's hand, but couldn't break free. She gritted her teeth and said, "What kind of marginal person?"
Long Qiao's blue eyes were without any warmth as he stared at her: "Don't you know, have your genes changed?"
Her body stiffened suddenly, and her eyes showed a trace of panic: "What are you talking about?"
"You are infected with the HS gene virus. If nothing happens, you will become a zombie." Long Qiao sneered.
The hand holding Xiahou Huan'er suddenly tightened, and something seemed to flash before Dongfang Xing's eyes, but it was too fast for him to see clearly.
A bolt from the blue flashed in her mind, the zombies that were rotting, full of the stench of rotting corpses, feeding on living blood and raw flesh, she was heartbroken and yelled: "No, I don't want to become a zombie." The voice was filled with grief, anger and pain, earth-shattering, like
A wounded and angry beast.
Her furious roar reached the depths of Dongfang Xing's brain, and the painful memories that had been forgotten for five hundred years seemed to come out of the box in an instant like a savage beast.
The blood-red eyes were infiltrated into black, and the powerful slender arms hugged her tightly.
