That's not for Lao Tzu!

Nalan Ruoruo's face was dark, looking at the eager and flattering little eyes of the white coat zombie, and silently stretched out his hand, intending to accept this kindness, who knew that the tall electronic door next to him was suddenly opened by a huge force, and Nalan Ruoruo's hand had not yet reached the heart that was still fresh, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Unconsciousness.

Well, how many times has this been?

When Nalan Ruoruo opened his eyes, he felt that his neck was aching. Raising his hand to wipe a handful of blood, he looked up angrily and met a pair of red eyes.

Obviously, the owner of this eye, no more, no less, is the legendary zombie king An Shaojue who has been controlled, and her neck is probably another meal for others.

Different from what he saw in the zombie empire last time, he was stiff and cold, his face was white and blue, the whole person was ahhhhh

Nalan Ruoruo is unlucky, just like him.

glanced at him expressionlessly, even if the zombie empire fell, it wouldn't be to this point, right? The beggar can still have a fig leaf, what about her?

Hey, the days are getting more and more miserable.

Her emotions obviously didn't have any effect on Young Lord An, and she was interested in the two hills on her at this moment, and she already knew that this was a bit of a fuck when the meat came to her.

For example, Ya suddenly rolled over and lay on top of her, and then his red eyes, and the characteristic purring of beasts in his throat, and then the thighs that rubbed against his body with the purring, and—

Poor zombie king, that's it.

Thirty seconds later, Young Lord An opened his slightly dazed eyes.

Nalan Ruoruo looked directly at him and told him solemnly:

Comrade Zombie King, morning bo is not sick, but don't complain anytime and anywhere.

After a minute of silence, Nalan Ruoruo was a little deflated, it was obvious that the IQ of this zombie king had not yet evolved...... At least it's slower than the one out there.

After all, that white-coat zombie would give someone else's heart as a gift. And this zombie king is still in the shyness of adolescence.

Looking at the face that turned from white to red, and finally turned into a burning face, it can be understood as shyness, and then he slammed Nalan Ruoruo jumped up and rushed into the room where the water was hanging brightly, and then the action of the room with the sound of rushing water made her angry.

Tsk tsk, is it any wonder that the female zombie who caught her has a habit of cleanliness and dares to be affectionate, this disease is still contagious between losses? Nalan Ruoruo sighed with emotion.

Two hours passed, and when the Zombie King finally couldn't help but come out of the bathroom, Nalan Ruoruo slammed the door shut, silently pulled out Optimus Prime from the space, and waited for an uninvited guest who was approaching quickly.

Four seconds, three seconds, two seconds, one second—

Through the shattered glass door at the entrance to the bookstore peeked into a terrifying monster with eight claws and a thin blood-red brain, its ugly eyes on the pitted head, and a fizzling and disturbing roar as it looked at Nalan Ruoruo and the weapons behind her.

Nalan Ruoruo moved his body quickly, waving Optimus Prime quickly, and unconsciously emitted several lightning bolts from his hand......