My Girlfriend is a Zombie

The girl is not very old. It is estimated that the fifteen-six-year-old wearing black-rimmed glasses is wrapped with white tape for several times.

She was shocked, and it felt like a rabbit to Lingmo. If the eye circle is red again, it will be more like...

"Do I look like a zombie?"

Ling Mo signaled that she had lifted both hands up and then walked over to pick up the steel fork in her hand.

This steel fork is completely self-made and has little lethality, but it is still very effective with flamethrowers.

"Ah... no, there are basically no strangers here, so I...sorry..."

The girl watched as her weapon was taken away, and even the sprayer she was carrying was taken down.

"What is inside?"

Ling Mo curiously took a sprinkler and pressed it. He felt a "squeaky" moment, and a flame immediately spurted out: "This thing is quite interesting. Is there a small one?"

He glanced at the girl and asked.

This flamethrower works well, but the shortcomings are obvious and not easy to carry.

If it can be made into a small tube, it can be used as a simple incendiary bomb, and it is better than the beer bottle.

"I... I want to make it smaller... but not enough material..."

The girl looked down nervously and glanced at the blade in front of her neck, he said slyly.

"Sister, let her go."

This girl is just an ordinary person. Without weapons and equipment, she is not threatened.

Li Yalin smiled slightly, and in the air, she blew her breath and slowly removed the blade.

The girl suddenly became soft and her cheeks became filial. But she was able to regain her freedom. She was very excited and even raised her hand and touched her neck.

Li Yalin’s strength is so precise that she can feel the presence of the blade on her neck and not really scratch her skin.

"Is this something you made?" Ling Mo asked with some surprise.

The girl looked at Ling Mo nervously and then nodded hard: "Yes."

"Those traps..." Ling Mo asked.

The girl is close to her legs. I licked my hand: "It's me too..."

Ling Mo looked at the girl's eyes and suddenly became full of curiosity and surprise.

This girl... so smart!

But compared to high IQ, when she talks to people, it seems too nervous.

Even if you haven't communicated with strangers for a long time, it is not expected to be like this. This is purely a natural character problem.

The girl curiously quietly looked at the four people, and whispered, "How come you come here?"

"Look for someone. Do you know Zhang Teng?"

The girl shook her head and asked: "Are you specifically looking for him?"

"Not really. I came to find his son." Ling Mo said.

"It's very dangerous outside." The girl looked at Lingmo with some surprise, and then showed a hint of ignorance. "It's better to ask... ask the teacher! She used to live here."

Ling Mo actually didn't want to have too much contact with the survivors, but the glasses girl didn't even speak smoothly...

And after the inquiry, Lingmo also learned that most of the survivors are not in the building, only a few people are responsible for staying guard.

She is one of them. The other two were women who were called by her teacher, and an old man named Zhu.

Many survivors don't even name their names, let alone know who the other's parents are.

"What do you think in your mind every day?" Ling couldn't help but ask.

The glasses girl thought for a moment and then said, "How to make more traps, and... endorsements, those I have learned before..."

"...Sister, you can't do this."

This group's base camp is not on the 18th floor. Save a lot of time to climb the stairs.

The more you go up, the more traps you have. It seems to be a lot of thought.

It is not easy to be able to make these things with limited materials.

Ling Mo exaggerated her a few words, but I did not expect this girl to be very scared.

"I... everyone else is jealous. I only know how to make these messy things." The girl waved her hand and said, "Don't praise me anymore..."

"Who said you?"

Ling Mo was a little surprised and able to make these things. At least you can save more than the survivors. What will happen?

But looking at the girl's flustered expression, Ling Mo almost understood.

She seems to be too bully, so honest, so timid...

Even Lingmo couldn't help but tease her: "You just took me up, not afraid that I am going to rob?"

The girl looked at Ling Mo in surprise and said, "You just didn't kill me. If you rob, you will kill me."

Simple thinking is terrible... Ling Mo was a bit shameful.

"It's here."

Talking. She has already taken a group of people from Lingmo to a house on the ninth floor.

She pointed to a small room full of various parts and tools, and said with some excitement: "This is my room."

"Where are you sleeping?" Lingmo looked at the parts of the place and couldn't help but ask.

"Ah? I usually sleep with a quilt." The girl pointed at a chair and said.

There are still a lot of things piled up in the living room. Mainly bottled water, the food should be less. There are also some messy reserves.

Except for those traps, I haven't seen any other precautions along the way. It seems that this girl is also telling the truth at the beginning.

Unless you are interested in running in, the average survivor will never notice it.

However, she said that Feng Honghong and the old man Zhu did not see anyone.

The glasses girl stunned to open the door to view, when Ling Mo heard a bedroom door, there was a looming, very familiar voice.

"What about the teacher?"

The glasses girl has also reached the front of the door, Ling Mo just shouted "Don't open", she has already unscrewed the door handle and pushed open the door.

After two seconds of silence, a scream immediately sounded, and there was a woman’s cry: "Li Wei! It’s not for you to be allowed during the day!"

Then a black shadow went straight from the house to Li Wei. She was completely shocked by the scene inside the house, and she did not know how to dodge.

Still Ling Mo took her over, and the black shadow flew over her ear and fell on the floor.

"Dangdang!"

The stainless steel cup fell on the tile and made a crisp sound.

Followed by, a woman came out of the house with anger.

She wore a nightgown with half of her shoulders exposed, and even the bottom of her thighs was visible at the bottom of the split.

The messy hair and the unresolved face of the spring tide all indicate that she has just been interrupted from a strenuous exercise.

It can be seen that she was originally planning to rush out and make a big meal, but what she did not expect was that there would be four more strangers in the house.

For a time, she opened her mouth and stunned in the same place, and it took me a while to return.

"You... who are you?"

Li Wei explained: "They are looking for someone..."

The woman surnamed Li took a look at Li Wei, and then looked at Ling Mo with vigilance, especially paying attention to the various weapons in their hands: "Who are you looking for?"

"Zhang Teng's son, ask him if he is still alive?"

Ling silent glanced at her leg and said.

The surname woman quickly pulled the nightgown over and looked at Lingmo with surprise: "Do you know Zhang Hao?"

Zhang Wei... This should be the name of Zhang Teng’s son.

Ling Mo nodded, just about to talk, and from the house came out a half-bald man about 50 years old.

His expression is also very uncomfortable at this time. It is estimated that anyone will be interrupted at that time and will not feel comfortable.

"裴凤红, who are they?"

When the man came out, he frowned and asked.

His eyes only stayed for a moment in Lingmo, and he quickly concentrated on Ye Lian's three women, and the turbid eyes immediately lit up.

This expression made Ling Mo suddenly a bit of anger.

"Where are you looking at it?" Ling Mo asked.

The man was staring at Ye Lian's face and heard a sigh.

He noticed the Tang knife in the hands of Ling Mo, and his eyes slightly converged.

However, the sigh of anger, let him blurt out and debut: "Does you grow up?"

Ps: The fever is very good. The update may be unstable during this time. I apologize here. The weather is hot and cold, everyone pays attention to the clothes, don't catch a cold like me.