Male God Please Lie Down

"help you!"

Sang Jin turned her head, watched her lightly smile, and walked quickly in Lu Shao's direction.

Quickly walked to Lu Shao's, the hockey puck in his hand was hitting Lu Shao's body. ,

Lu Shao was interrupted to eat the zombies at this time, and for a while, he threw the remaining zombies irritably aside.

Holding a thunder whip in his hand, he drew it towards Sang Jin's body.

Sang Jin flashed slightly, and the ice **** were still thrown at Lu Shao's body one by one.

Due to the thunder whip in Lu Shao's hand, Sang Jin's body became more and more stagnant, and his movements became more and more sluggish.

At this time, Sang Jin suddenly seemed to have something mixed in an ice hockey puck, and it was slightly light.

But Lu Shao still didn't notice it. Anyway, Sang Jin's ice hockey puck hit him before, and there was nothing wrong with it.

For him, this little sculpting skill is not of much use.

Just when Sang Jin's ice and snow ball was about to hit Lu Shao's body, Lu Shao's lightning whip also hit Sang Jin's body.

Sang Jin couldn't move anymore.

There was a cold smile on the corner of Lu Shao's mouth. His sharp fingers were about to dig towards Sang Jin when the ice and snow ball hit him.

The shell of the snow globe fell, and a shiny thing inside fell down.

It was supposed to roll down, but was fascinated by the thunder and lightning.

The thunder and lightning had just attracted the shiny thing, emitting a light of Zizlara.

With a loud noise of "Beng—", between the two of them, that kind of thunder and lightning added bursts of fire.

It exploded...In an instant it turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Those zombies were also burned by this white fire and turned into powder.

Yan Xi and Zhang Jiaona were also gnawed by the zombies, and bones were left. At this time, they were also left behind by the flame.

The ice cube under Zhang Qingming and their feet also melted away.

"Qing Ming, let's go!"

San Qi wiped away the tears from her face and pulled Zhang Qingming's body like a statue.

In the end, Zhang Qingming was finally pulled away between the delays.

It has been a long way before that there is no such hot light.

Zhang Qingming's eyes blurred with tears, and she felt her heart stop beating as she watched the white light bursting into the sky before her.

It seems that there is no point in continuing.

Sang Qi slowly let go of Zhang Qingming's hand and knelt down on the ground.

Finally, he threw himself on the snow again, sobbing and sobbing.

Sang Jin... he left.

Although I have always been fighting with him, the relationship between them is also very good.

For a moment, San Qi felt that all of this should be fake, and none of this was true.

She doesn't believe it!

San Qi kept shaking her head.

Serious also sat there in grief for a long time, and then remembered what Sang Jin had asked before, and wiped away tears.

He went outside again, let the helicopter spray the potion on the ground.

In this way, the zombies will no longer exist, and the crisis of the end times is over.

But this price is really expensive.

Zhang Qingming is like a statue.

She doesn't know how she should think anymore.