In the building, due to the barrier of the wall, nothing fell down, but even so, the people below still felt a sense of tremor.

However, these people are waiting for Fang Mo's return, and no one dares to leave.

Not even Zhao Feng.

He knew he had revealed his secret, but even so, he didn't mean to leave, because he knew that if he left now, I'm afraid the punishment would be more severe.

Besides, it's night.

Where can I go.

When I got outside, didn't I die?

Fang Mo can be reasonable. Those monsters won't be reasonable to him. They will turn him into an edible fat.

Thinking of that scene, Zhao Feng knew he couldn't go.

If he leaves, the end will be more miserable. Not to mention being caught, even if he is met by those monsters, it will be a very terrible thing. But if he can stay, he may say something to Fang Mo, and then express his will to survive. By the way, how loyal he is. In this way, he may survive.

It's much better than running outside.

Knowing this, Zhao Feng could only look at the roof without God. Even if he felt the tremor, he seemed not to feel it.

"Look at him, Mo, how scared he is."

"Who knows, but I knew this guy had just offended that terrible man."

"Who's to blame? Who made him lose his mouth?"

"Tut Tut, luckily I didn't dare to say anything just now."

“……”

Zhao Feng heard their discussion, and then the color on his face was even less. In addition to being pale, he was still his mother's pale.

Scared?

That's really scary.

At this time, there was a sudden Bang outside the door.

They looked at each other, but hurriedly stood up at this time, shook their heads and whispered, "you don't know what kind of things a cartoonist can do, so you'd better wait. Don't say regret after seeing any exciting scenes. At that time, it's really late."

"Yes, that guy is not human. I'll tell you..." long said half of what he said. He didn't dare to continue when he saw his hasty eyes.

What a cartoonist is like.

He knows from his girlfriend.

How many of them are good?

It can be said that they are a group of unreasonable people who have no mercy to talk about. As long as they meet, they will basically give no face at all, and then if they provoke

Then it's over.

Can hate for a lifetime.

Besides the author, they are the most vindictive guys.

The author's revenge is in all aspects. For example, if it's a dragon, let Fang Mo and the people who once said a few dirty words to him are very miserable in his novels. They even die thousands or hundreds of times. It's normal. They die tens of thousands of times. It's just a little stimulation

Some even create a character.

It can be said that cartoonists and novelists are very vindictive people. If they are not necessary, they must not offend.

Among them, cartoonists are even more terrible.

After all, the world of cartoonists is shaking. Even an ordinary painting can easily turn it into a terrible and deep boundless land

……

Thinking of these, longlong shivered and looked out of the door with a sense of uncertainty.

He didn't know whether the sound outside the door was made by Fang Mo, but listening to the sound should be the sound made by the collision between the flesh and other things. That's right.

"I'm back!" Fang Mo came in with blood on his face. With a big step, he came to Zhao Feng, stabbed and pulled his clothes off.

He wants to wipe his face.

However, this scene was directly misinterpreted after being seen by the public.

Then these people became extremely frightened one by one, and the most afraid of them was the dragon.

He is really not afraid of any danger, but he is really afraid that a man will take off his clothes and maybe do something.

And he believed that no one would stand up to stop Fang Mo's atrocities, just like now.

Seeing those eyes, Zhao Feng seemed to understand. He cried sadly, "boss, I recognize how you want to torture me, but can you wait until we go back? I'm a little shy here!"

"Harm you!" Fang Mo was so angry that he kicked him out with one foot, then wiped his face with that clothes, and then he turned his head to the humanitarians: "don't do things for me, be quiet one by one, and then what moths come out, be careful of your own head! Do you hear me?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Wow, you are so powerful... I see, I know!"

"Well, I see!"

"We didn't say anything?"

These people began to pretend to be innocent one by one, as if they had just thought of nothing.

Fang Mo knew by looking at their faces that they were all putting on airs, but now he had no time to argue with these people.

After thinking about it, he said with a smile, "do you want to live?"

"No, boss, you can't do this. I'm loyal to you. Really, I never wanted to betray you. You'll leave me alive..." Zhao Feng said half of what he said and was kicked out again.

Fang Mo stared at Zhao Feng, who was lying on the ground and couldn't move. He said faintly: "if you can speak, just say more. If you can't speak, just shut your mouth and don't speak. No one treats you as a mute! If I want to kill you, one foot is enough!"

"Hmm..." Zhao Feng said a word, quickly closed his mouth, nodded again and again, shrunk into a ball, and lay pitifully beside him.

Seeing this scene, Fang Mo turned his head and exposed his white teeth to everyone: "I mean, do you want to live this night? If you want, follow me. Don't fall behind, because later, I'll take you dancing on the tip of the knife. If anyone doesn't want to survive, you can say, I won't force any of you."

Who doesn't want to live?

So they didn't even think about it, so they firmly followed Fang Mo about one meter behind, which would not affect his play, but also had enough places to avoid.

"You, too, stand up. You are a soft egg. You have to pretend to be reckless. What do you say you pretend? Even if you are soft, I forced you to take risks?" Fang Mo looked at Zhao Feng disdainfully.

You didn't force it, but

That's what you did.

Hundreds of people, forced by you to face so many monsters and zombies, it's a tragedy!