The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 1300

Massacre.

Looking at that girl, this was the first word that popped up in Rong Zan's mind.

And then it was - embryo killing.

A real embryo killer, a perfect and powerful killing machine without any emotion at all, with almost no flaws.

The boy stood there motionless, looking at the girl like a crazy artist looking at his favorite masterpiece, with an almost worshipful enthusiasm.

That's the way you should be.

No experiment is more exciting and crazy than seeing you like this.

You should be born for battle and blood.

You were born for this.

Stepping on a zombie's head, the girl flew into the air, holding the dagger tightly in both hands, and when she fell, her knee hit the zombie's shoulder hard, smashing it to the ground, and at the same time, the dagger pierced hard from the top of the skull and then pulled it down. There was almost no obstacle under the strength, blood splashed, and half of the zombie's head was cut off almost instantly.

In the next second, the girl raised her eyes coldly, held the dagger in her palm, licked the delicate skin with the blade, and cut a long gash coldly.

When the almost sweet smell of blood overflowed, the tide of corpses that were rushing upward seemed to have been immobilized or poisoned one by one.

They stared at the smudged girl with blue eyes.

The sweet and lively taste is sending them a silent and seductive invitation.

Go—go—go eat her—

But at the same time, the girl pulled out the blade from her palm without hesitation, the blade was stained scarlet, and the blood dripped from her palm to the ground, like a silent but terrifying shock wave, which made all the zombies have to Instinctively resisting that temptation—or not resisting, but something more terrifying than temptation threatened and frightened them—

Can’t go—can’t get close—it’s a natural enemy—get close and you’ll die—absolutely—

The wave of corpses receded slowly, and within 10 long minutes, there was no longer a single zombie outside the door.

Inside the door, there were stumped limbs and broken arms all over the floor and bloody brains splashing everywhere. Lin Dong lowered his head, looking at the long cut in his palm, his eyes slowly turned red.

When she turned her head, tears had flowed cleanly in two streams on her blood-stained face, Rong Zan pressed the wound on his arm, and was a little dazed for a while.

It took him a while to burst out laughing, then sat down with a tired face, closed his eyes slightly, raised his head to reveal his slender neck,

"Come on, let me die quickly."

Lin Dong was crying because of the wound, so he had to give him a little bit of attention at this time.

She raised her head and asked blankly, expressionless,
"what?"

Rong Zan opened his eyes and looked at her, then pointed to his arm with a pale face,

"I don't want to turn into a zombie and be opened by you."

His voice is very hoarse, but with a slight smile,
"You let me die beautifully as a human being."

People bitten by zombies will be infected within a certain period of time and then become zombies.

Lin Dong, who suddenly remembered this, was stunned again.

Then she looked at the wound that was left because of herself, and then looked down at her palm that hadn't stopped bleeding.

Sniffing, the girl said blankly,

"You drink my blood."

With a bit of uncontrollable crying, Lin Dong raised his hands with a cold face,
"I heard that it can resist the zombie virus."

Rong Zan looked at her silently.

In sight, the girl stood with the backlight, her nose was red from crying, but her dirty face was still expressionless like a lump of ice.

The gesture of her hand was like a child asking for candy, but the blood gradually gathered in the thin but strong palm, and then fell to the ground against the light.

with a snap.

It was like hitting straight into his heart.

　What is the real meaning of our winter existence?

　　She will always find it...

　　Everyone is trying to define her, whether it is her blood or her powerful strength, it seems that they can be regarded as things with great effects, but those are just the shackles others are trying to give her... ···
　　Our cold winter is actually a little crying bag that can transform into a sweet tooth...

　　Good night, it won't be long, I'm writing the finishing touches...

　　The King of Stars will also try to condense it as much as possible, and if there is a script in the future, it will be written in the extra episode, and it will be mentioned in the article...
　　The entanglement in reality is about to come to light...

　　good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)