My Girlfriend is a Zombie

The riots... ended in five minutes.

Ling Mo controlled the corpse and patted his hands... This murder weapon has been completely red-stained by blood at this time, even the fingers are full of plasma, and even some thought-provoking things... ...plus this pungent **** smell, Lingmo finally couldn't help but read in his heart: "This is really a black shop fanatic feeling..."

As for the dagger that was held in his hand, it has disappeared completely at this moment. It is estimated that it is not in the abdominal cavity of any body, or it is submerged in a pool of blood.

But then he turned his gaze to his side, behind a few bodies, a five-and-three-thick man was holding his legs and tears... He was scared, whoever saw the corpse And the horror of this land, probably will give birth to the same emotions.

As the vanguard of the Falcons, these people are not saying that they are all stunts, but the most basic viability is not weak. However, during the unarmed meeting, they suddenly encountered a "monster" that only came out halfway, which was beyond their response. Especially when one of Lingmo's arms has been crushed, but still brave as a zombie, most people's resistance has been weakened to the extreme.

However, than the speed... there is a door in the middle, this corpse is off, more than a dozen people want to rush over?

Only after the sneak attack in this conference room, the life of this corpse is almost the end. Even if the physical injury can be restored, the collapse trend in the body can no longer be prevented. Compared to a normal zombie, the nature of this corpse is more similar to a one-time bomb... or the kind that does not destroy the corpse.

"Don't come over..." Dahan looked burly, but one of his legs was already twisted in the opposite direction. At this time, he was dragging his lower body and trying to hide under the table. "What the **** are you!" He suddenly became crazy. Shouted a word. "If you don't have a corpse or a corpse, what are you really! You are the monster in the second camp? Do you think it would be useful to kill us? I tell you, the second camp..."

He squatted and retreated. When he reached halfway, he suddenly slammed the stool around him, and then immediately climbed the table and climbed up. Then he rolled up and rushed to the door. This speed can also be erupted by dragging a leg, which shows that it has a strong desire to survive.

However, Ling Mo just swayed and escaped the stool.

"As long as you can escape..."

Dahan struggled to hold down a body under his body and then reached for the door handle.

However, at this time, he was stiff and his eyes became gray.

The corpse was covered with blood and he first grasped the doorknob. Then the blunt voice appeared again on his head: "Don't be nervous."

"..." The big man did not move, but he had a cold sweaty face, and suddenly there was another layer of sweat.

"If you fight with the second camp, I am afraid that you will not be soft to the former comrades. I can understand those people underneath. After all, they are all obedient. But you... all are decisions. "The cold voice continues to come.

Dahan said openly: "What do you want to do?"

"In fact, I already know what I want to know. The only thing I want to ask you is. Why can you force Yu Wenxuan to follow suit?" Ling Mo asked.

This one who survived to the end was one of the two people who had talked outside before, and it was he who mentioned this.

The man realized that he had lived to the present. He first stunned and then excitedly unable to control. Saved! Since there is still value in using it, then the other party...

"Give you a second to consider, die without saying." Ling Mo did not hesitate to put the palm of his hand on the other's head.

The thick plasma dripped down the forehead, and instantly broke the trace of luck that Dahan had just emerged.

"I said I said! Don't kill me!" Dahan cried in horror. The whole person couldn't help but stick it to the door. Under the condition of double sound insulation and excellent effect, the guards who stayed outside could not hear the movement. Or, even if they occasionally hear some sounds, they will consciously avoid them, but they will listen to them carefully...

"This is the consequence of being a thief in someone else's house..." Ling Mo thought, and took a shot with his hand. "Come on."

"This...this has something to do with Lingmo..."

Dahan just opened his head and Ling Mou stopped. How is this related to myself?

It is said that he is also trying to save himself, not only that. In turn, it caused a lot of damage to the Wang staff... But with the narrative of the big man, Ling Mo’s face slowly gloomy.

"Currently... although Lingmo has escaped... but the whereabouts are still in control... The people in the second camp don't know where they are... so the initiative is still in our hands. We can even claim that Lingmo has been We controlled... The second camp in the past two days was looking for an excuse to go to the oil depot. After returning, I heard that Yu Wenxuan had a big temper and almost ran to find the captain’s trouble...” After the intermittent talk, Dahan Suddenly stunned. Cold sweat rushed down again.

Is it... this is Yu Wenxuan’s revenge? No! He still doesn't know where Lingmo is...

And this big man is also half known as "qing ren", he knows that in addition to Lingmo, the most concerned person in Yu Wenxuan’s mind should be his only relative, the woman should stay away from Lingmo, and the situation should be No different. Rats also need to avoid it! Not so crazy!

Regardless of the various conjectures in the brain, Ling Mo was temporarily in silence.

"So I said that I have escaped this step. Is it actually planned? It is no wonder that the Wang staff has not done his best. In addition to saving strength, this is one of the reasons..."

The big man who had been secretly squatting for a while did not see the silent speech. The palm of his hand was still moving. In the unbearable situation, he finally got the courage to ask: "Can you... can't kill me? Please! I can tell you everything, if you have anything else to ask..."

"Designing the silence, you know?" Ling Mo interrupted the man's embarrassment coldly.

"No... not very clear..." Dahan replied with difficulty.

"Unfortunately, your mental reaction means that you are well informed."

With a cold sigh, the neck of the big man suddenly heard a "squeaky" sound. He immediately widened his eyes and opened his mouth silently, and the whole person planted with the action of Ling Mosong, and fell heavily on another body.

"The surname of Wang, and the entire core of the Falcon... This is the first gift I gave you back."

Looking back at the whole **** conference room, Ling Mo picked up a knife from the wall, then wiped it on his sleeve and opened the door with his backhand...

At the same time, in the wilderness, Ye Lian and others have already completely filled the trap.

Although it seems to be only a thin layer of branches, but by looking at the way they throw, they know that the degree of tenacity is absolutely not low.

"How, who is the first to cut the ribbon?" Wang Hao eager to try, although she did not participate, but it is also considered from the beginning to the current senior masses, this time is inevitably a little excited.

This sentence naturally came to the poetry of the poetry, but after seeing the little girl's self-speaking slogan, she persuaded herself in a way of self-comfort.

Seeing something with small neuropathy... People don't take medicine, don't they take medicine?

Another person spoke up, and Shana glanced at her and said, "What are you in a hurry, when the patrols change their posts."

"When will this wait?" Wang Hao was in a hurry.

Lingmo, who has been sitting in the back, suddenly came up with a sentence: "Actually, it has already begun..."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again and raised his mind.

"What is unpredictable..." Wang Hao couldn't help but spit out his tongue.

Lingmo, who has closed his eyes, secretly has a headache. Where is he loaded? He controlled the corpse and worked hard for a long time, and the iron was tired! Tired, not tired...

But the strangest thing is that the voice that sounded in my mind seemed to be a little closer during this time...

"Where are you……"