Chapter 510

The little boy smiled. He was smiling all the time. After falling down from the corpse, he didn't stop smiling.

It may be that the child has been under a lot of pressure since he was a child. He seldom laughs at ordinary times, so he has been fooling around with the opportunity.

The subordinates rebelled, their own community collapsed, and the old nest could not stay any longer.

it seems that a person lost everything overnight,

instead, he became free and easy.

It seems that there is no more sad thing in the world,

so you can laugh heartily.

Of course, boss Zhou seldom goes to see people now, especially those who are much older than himself. Their thinking and habits can't be inferred and tested by your accumulated vision.

"Alas."

The little boy put down his hand,

and then sat down beside Zhou Ze,

as if they were still bathing side by side in that pool.

"In fact, no matter whether you win or lose, the bones are very hard. This is not a shame for our zombies."

"Thank you."

The thank you didn't have much sincerity,

the little boy always regarded his "your ancestor" as an insult,

has been insulted for a long time,

even insulted a kind of respect.

"She told me a lot about the outside. I seldom go outside. I dare not to. I think there is no difference between the outside and the bottom."

I don't know why the little boy didn't kill Zhou Ze.

But Zhou Ze still has more things to pay attention to now:

"it's your turn, let him kneel and call for your father."

"You Please I Ah... "

“…………” Zhou Ze.

It seems that since the last failed beheading of three corpses,

there is something wrong with this brain.

"He could kill me at any time." Zhou Ze reminds me.

"Together Death Yeah Who At Between And? "

Zhou Ze nodded and understood.

Yes,

you are good,

you are good.

"She told me about her past. She said that she didn't go to school very much, so she had a kind of respect and desire for knowledge..."

Zhou Ze is stunned for a moment,

little Lori?

Well,

how bad can Lin cheat you?

Zhou Ze remembered that Lin Ke and he had compared the ranking of their own universities at the beginning. He was definitely the academic bully among the academic bullies, which was also a model of knowledge changing fate.

"She also told me that she likes reading, so she chose to work in a bookstore..."

“…………” Zhou Ze.

"I also asked my subordinates to dig the graves of several ancient scholars and find some ancient books that I wanted to give to her, but now I don't have the chance."

Zhou Ze is looking at the little boy now. He feels a little bit like a roommate when he was in college. His roommate had a beautiful girlfriend at school. She was always talking to him, but he was also happy.

When one day Zhou Ze passed a hotel on his way to a part-time tutor, he saw the girl walking out with a man.

Zhou Ze didn't say it.

Perhaps, this kind of life is not new in every university. Some girls also have a beautiful life outside. At the same time, there is a boyfriend waiting for her in school.

Thinking about it,

Zhou Ze spits out another mouthful of blood,

this time, the blood volume is less,

a feeling of fast hanging is about to come, but he doesn't want to win any more, so we play together. If we play together, we die.

There is a zombie ancestor who can be buried with himself,

Zhou Ze doesn't think he has much to lose.

Strange,

when he was fighting with the zombie, Zhou Ze felt that he was full of fighting spirit and was full of thoughts to survive.

Now the situation has become simple,

things have a new turning point with the wake-up of the winning hook,

they have become tired and lazy,

maybe,

people are just like this.

The little boy looked at Zhou Ze for a while and said:

"your blood has been flowing for a long time."

"It's OK. I think it'll flow for a while."

The little boy nodded, his legs curled up there, not so weak and lonely, but a bit of the style and attitude of literary youth.

"Let's talk a little longer. When your blood is dry, when you die.""Good."

Zhou Ze closed his eyes silently,

he was a little sleepy,

in fact, if a person just put a little blood, it can stimulate the organs in the body and make himself more excited.

In the early years, no matter what disease the Westerners got, the most common thing was bloodletting therapy.

In those days, traditional Chinese medicine could point to the nose and despise western medicine.

But if there is more blood, it will be too much. For example, Zhou Ze, at this time, doesn't have much strength to speak.

"Stubborn Strong... "

The voice of the winning hook rings again.

"You don't have to do it. Let's wait for death hand in hand. I despise you when you do it. Hold back. Hold back.

I'm tired,

go to sleep. "

Very rogue, very willful, as if an old bird, has long worn out a cocoon, like a hob meat.

It's not a breath taking game, not to mention a hooligan;

the winning hook of that year really had the strength to sweep through the eight wastelands and the position of being the only one in hell,

but now it's like a game,

and in the process of getting along with each other,

Zhou Ze also made this game a half pass.

He felt that he was just a temporary fall of the tiger, a hidden dragon in the abyss, in his heart, he still regarded himself as his former self, otherwise he would not do the second act of waiting for Buddha to appear and see Buddha.

But in boss Zhou's place, in fact, a little bitchy is hypocritical.

Who is not a baby who needs to be healed, rested and licked?

Why does it suit you?

Used to it!

The little boy kept talking, mostly about something little Lori told him.

He's not a kid or an ordinary person, but at least he's a man.

Little Lori does fool him around,

but is it because little Lori is too powerful or because he is tired of living in the ghost house?

No one knows.

Zhou Ze's blood was flowing all the time,

all the way down from the door frame where he sat,

all the way down.

Zhou Ze's eyes were closed, as if he had really fallen asleep.

Because he is close to a zombie,

does play a role of warbler to some extent.

When he fell asleep,

it seemed that Zhou Ze's head was leaning down because of his weakness, just leaning on the little boy.

The little boy was stupefied for a moment, then looked carefully, and found that Zhou Ze was still in a state of Qi, and the blood was still flowing, not dead.

But after saying so many things,

the little boy felt that he had nothing to say, the need of

to talk was expressed, and

himself was satisfied.

If you're satisfied, it's over.

The little boy put one hand on Zhou Ze's neck and measured his side head slightly,

"here, it's a good place, you die here, it's worth it."

The little boy's hands began to work, and Zhou Ze's face showed a color of pain.

There is no change, no sign, no other special.

The little boy is a little disappointed. The disappointment lies in this man. He will be killed easily by himself.

For a while,

it seemed that everything was boring.

Unconsciously, I let go of my hand and was too lazy to kill him. I was really lazy.

However,

in the moment when the little boy let go,

a special breath suddenly appeared, fleeting!

The little boy's face was puzzled,

then shocked,

then turned into terrified.

The little boy stood up trembling and stumbled a little. He stared at Zhou Ze as if he had seen a ghost. He even forgot what to do next.

He is waiting,

waiting for the master of the air that makes his heart tremble,

he feels that at this time,

he has no initiative,

he is waiting for the other party to speak, waiting for the other party's instructions, waiting for the other party to question,

even,

waiting for the other party to open his eyes,

and then kneeling under the other party's gaze !

Human beings like to use the way of class to distinguish people into 369 grades, that is, the so-called aristocrats and meat eaters, but there is no essential difference between their life forms.

There is no difference between the blood of the nobility and that of the pariah, nor is there any difference between the life of the nobility and that of the pariah.But other races, including zombies,

pay attention to the level of blood between them,

this is also the reason why the little boy can accept other zombies, and it is also the motive force that the Manchu zombie wants to improve his life level by devouring.

But the little boy stood on the edge and waited for a long time. Zhou Ze was still asleep. He was not lying to him. He was not playing tricks on him. He was really asleep.

The little boy crouched down again in front of Zhou Ze, and stretched out his hand. Although the five fingernails on his hand had worn too much in the previous battle, they still reflected the palpitating luster.

The color of the face is hard to see,

this nail,

but it can't be pricked.

The little boy slowly stood up again, began to step back, and he planned to leave.

When he just walked out of ten meters away,

Zhou Ze's eyes,

opened slowly,

if the little boy was shocked, he could not restrain his instinct, and he really knelt down.

At this time,

he felt that

he was like,

he was really just a child.

"For What What No Kill... "

Questions came.

The little boy, with his forehead on the ground, was afraid to reply. This horrible breath made him unable to resist.

"Come on Kill Ah... "

"No, no, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I don't know Taishan, I didn't recognize it..."

The little boy is a bit incoherent,

he thinks that the other side is asking for a crime,

and himself,

seems to be really a crime.

"He Sleeping You just Actually That's it Gone

He Definitely Thought It's me Cherish life Let's go Stopped You... "

The little boy knelt on the ground, shivering.

"Come on Kill Otherwise He woke up Definitely Will Laugh at me... "