Chapter 551

Since Liang Dynasty,

oh no,

has been domesticated and raised in the wild. It seems that

is not right either,

in a word,

since the little boy entered the City,

has not entered the mode of "hanging and exploding the sky".

There is no rhythm of "the reborn City Zombie King",

every day,

go to primary school,

do homework,

sleep with others,

be like a tiger, press its head hard, let it eat grass, and let it cry and say "this grass tastes good!"

As for the kind of "why should I explain my Zombie King's life to others"

has not happened so far.

At the beginning, he was picked up by Zhou Ze too badly, and he was frightened by the inexplicable winning hook and lost his mind.

so after he was brought back by Zhou Ze,

he always obeyed Zhou Ze's orders, behaved in good manners, and dared not go beyond Leichi.

The little boy twisted his neck,

raised his hands horizontally,

ten nails grew out slowly,

two fangs in his mouth, looming,

warmed up,

prepared.

"Ha ha."

The female curator just smiled,

"did you kill Lu Pingzhi by him?"

Now we know the message is that this woman came for Lu Pingzhi. As for the enemy and friend of Lu Pingzhi, Zhou Ze is not clear.

"Roar!"

The little boy rushed out,

the speed was extremely fast,

his strength Zhou Ze personally understood,

under the premise of not adding sugar,

boss Zhou just failed him.

And it's really the immortal Xiaoqiang;

"bang!"

The female Curator's body was hit and flew, and the whole person seemed to be smashed and rotten. She slapped it on the wall, but it trickled down slowly and gathered her figure again.

Women are made of water,

and women curators,

are made of plasticine.

In the advertisement, she likes to use "flick the bullet, flick away the fishtail pattern",

she doesn't need to use it,

she just pinches herself again.

"You're just a ghost. Lu Pingzhi's stuff. You'd better give it to me."

The woman said, still smiling.

Zhou Ze's eyes are shining, what is it?

What?

For a while,

Zhou Zehao wanted to flatten lawyer an's stupid fork,

Lu Pingzhi's body was buried by lawyer an's "toast to death and toast to the past" directly,

didn't know if there was anything else on him?

But the female curator seems to have misunderstood,

said:

"it seems that things are really in your hands."

At the next moment, a pool of wax oil appeared under the little Zombie's body, more than ten hands were formed in the wax oil, and the little boy's legs and waist were grasped.

"Roar!"

The little boy's foot was a meal,

his body trembled,

the hand under his body was smashed in a moment,

then his arms were opened,

a horrible evil spirit began to gather,

the whole person's toes were on tiptoe, almost all the people floated up and rushed directly to the female curator.

The female curator was caught again,

without any resistance,

the little boy stabbed his ten fingers into his body, infiltrated together with the evil spirit, and began to hang crazily. For a while, the evil spirit was vertical and horizontal at the beam of the wax Museum, and the wax oil splashed.

There are broken limbs everywhere,

there are flying organs everywhere,

it's like walking into the Saudi Embassy.

This is the nature of zombies, which is the same as that of other living people!

The original Yingying, the little boy who used to be outside, is not the good temper in the library now!

After that, the little boy landed again.

There is no expression of invitation on the face,

but continue to look around vigilantly.

"Give it to me, give it to me, and I'll leave. Anyway, it's useless for you to take it."

On the other side of the window,

the female curator came out again and walked directly into the wax figure of a famous person in front of him. In Shao Qing, the wax figure of a famous person began to melt and reshape the appearance of the female curator.

"I didn't mean anything to you. At most, I made a joke with you. There's no need to fight between us, is there?"

The little boy looked at the female curator. This time, he didn't take the initiative, but silently rotated his body angle to block Zhou Ze.Two times of fighting, it seems to have completed the hanging, but the other side is unafraid, and can recover immediately. This kind of opponent is very difficult and annoying.

Zhou Zeze took out a cigarette and asked seriously:

"why do you think Lu Pingping was killed by me, just because I'm the ghost here?"

In a strict sense, Lu Pingping is indeed a person who has been smuggled from hell. It's a matter of course for the ghost to catch him and kill him.

but look at it, anyway,

Zhou Ze hasn't met a model ghost who really regards the interests of the scrotum as his own interests and sacrifices his sexual life to complete it.

"The people in the ninth hall like to torture evil spirits for fun. They even use it to compete and put their own labels on evil spirits. Who can compete for more effective and creative means of torture.

I see his mark on you. "

Zhou Ze spits out a cigarette ring,

to kill Lu Pingzhi is to win the hook,

the goods are as simple as iron,

a blow kills people,

it is estimated that he doesn't care about the little things that are not marked.

Boss Zhou thinks that he can't do nothing to put the winning hook out later, not afraid that he will bite himself back when he recovers, but what the goods have done recently,

one is to let go of the monk with a scabby head,

one is the mark of the straight land,

he is a bull,

his eyes are higher than the top,

he doesn't care about these cats and dogs,

but he goes back to sleep after he's finished You have to deal with the pimp who asks for money for him?

Why!

"Well, if I say that thing, not on me, I don't know what you mean, do you believe it?"

The female curator shook her head,

"I don't believe it."

"Well, then there's no need to talk.

Hello,

fart child,

you can't kill this girl today,

I will let you drop out tomorrow! "

The little boy felt a shudder, looked back at Zhou Ze discontentedly, and the expression on his face was "you are cruel".

Next,

the little boy opened his mouth,

a roar came out,

and the floor tiles under his feet began to crack.

The evil spirit of terror began to rage here, constantly pounding the wax figures nearby.

In a flash,

all the glasses in the whole wax museum were broken together!

The female curator shook her head and said:

"the world is so close!"

In the blink of an eye, the

female curator appeared in front of the little boy, and with a slap,

drew directly to the little boy's face.

The speed of

is unimaginable!

However,

there is a cunning flash in the eyes of the little boy,

and then,

it's even more that his hands suddenly pinched the marks:

"the division is orderly, the method of death is merciless and broken!"

"Bang!"

For the first time, the eyes of the female curator were shocked. A zombie had used the technique of scrotal patrol. How could it not be shocked?

"Pa!"

The female Curator's body shape kept retreating,

left arm dropped down,

it was like a fracture,

there was wax oil constantly flowing in that position, but it could not be repaired.

Obviously,

this time she's eaten flat.

Zhou Ze was a little bit surprised. It seems that lawyer an is really interested in the little boy. It's very good for the pillow man.

What boss Zhou didn't know was that it was because lawyer an found that Yingying's lineage had evolved again and had to work hard to make up for the little boy who slept with him.

Lawyer an really doesn't want the little boy to be like little Lori, and then he runs to drill Zhou Ze's bed.

At this time,

the two staff members also appeared,

a man and a woman,

standing on both sides,

they are not puppets,

but real people. In other words, they are the same as the female curator who borrowed these two flesh bodies.

Zhou zezhen is really puzzled that

Wang Ke has been so unlucky, and

why is Wang Ke's friend series so unlucky?

For example,

for example, the female curator is obviously not the original.In fact,

Zhou Ze would like to sit down with the female curator again. Let's have a good chat,

talk about the harmonious development of hell,

talk about the happy future of hell,

the most important thing is,

talk about what his mother Lu Pingping brought out.

But it's clear that

the female curator doesn't seem to want to talk anymore.

The two staff members raised their hands together,

knelt down in an instant,

looked devout,

seemed to be worshipping and praying,

at the same time,

mured:

"turning clouds!"

“…………” Zhou Ze!

What the hell is this!

What the hell is this!

Why is this move so familiar!

For a while,

on the floor tile plane of the wax museum,

appeared a black chain,

and locked the little boy in an instant.

As for Zhou Ze,

no one cares about him.

Maybe the female curator also thinks that boss Zhou is just a ghost, that he really depends on him and that he is a little boy.

It is also because of this little boy that boss Zhou can kill Lu Pingping and take what she wants.

The little boy was trapped,

he was struggling,

for a while,

but he couldn't.

The female curator closed her eyes,

raised her arms,

then pressed down sharply!

She and the two employees under her hand,

shouted together:

rain

“…………” Zhou Ze.

"Boom!"

The little boy was locked by more than ten chains and fell to the ground severely.

he tried to struggle to get up, but

he found that he could not do it at all.

The majestic power is madly suppressing him,

this power seems to be integrated with the surrounding space,

his resistance,

has been vented in these four weeks,

can not find any focus at all.

The smile on the female Curator's face recovers.

it seems that she has always wanted to express her uniqueness, force and grace in this way.

Zhou Ze's as like as two peas in the deepest part of the wax museum,

seems to have a little bit of a good understanding of why

looks at the throne. What's the reason why

is so sleepy in the throne?

is so lifelike,

is so image.

has different faces except him.

So,

the female curator?

As well as this hand "over the clouds"?

"You're not a scrotum?" Zhou Ze asked.

"You're right. I'm not really a scrotum."

The female curator walked slowly to Zhou Ze, the most difficult one was subdued, and the other one was poor. She thought it wasn't a problem. At the same time, she saw the expression on Zhou Ze's face. She thought that Zhou Ze was afraid, and she smiled: "how are you? Are you afraid?"

"Ha ha."

Zhou Ze's mouth corners were drawn, and he said in silence:

"very afraid."