Please don't call the seal 'Mrs.'...

At least don't let my wife shout back and forth in the book review - yesterday the family secretly read my novel, and then my mother said coldly at dinner in the evening: "Mrs. I like you!" ”

My expression was: ○_○

And then there's: Nooooooo

Super shameful, okay? Is it okay for the whole family to look at me and smile?

Finally, the reader of the book of the zombie lady with the torch should not brush his wife

And readers of this book, don't read it...

(It's the first time I've known someone who would go from the earliest page to the last page...)

(And it's the first time I know that my mother will be so bad waiting for a new book review every day...)

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Prepare for battle

1

"Monster! Murderer! Beast! I'm not going to tell you the secret of the outer ring! Let your army of the dead be buried with your ambitions like this! ”

Anderson had no fear on his face, the commander in his 50s, whose hair had begun to have a lot of silver strands, straightened his collar, raised his head with a gloomy face and said in a suppressed voice: "You don't want to torture any information from my mouth, even if you use all your evil means. Come, evil corpse, use your iron virgin, hang, skinned and executed against me! ”

Shirley sat down in a chair.

The man didn't look like a prisoner at all, his old but still heroic face always had that kind of arrogant pride, unlike those businessmen who were greedy for life and afraid of death, he was a nobleman. Don't think that the aristocracy is the kind of waste who deceives the good and fears the evil, in this world the aristocracy represents the heroic and unyielding, the elite and the strong, and the loyal and trustworthy. Among humans, elves, and orcs, the noble spirit is even more valuable, such as Stuart, who never retreated after being killed in battle, or Anderson, who now has a chance to escape but still holds on to the center of the town and is captured.

After staring at the man for a moment, Shirley shook her head. It is impossible for such a person to succumb to torture, and the more cruel the punishment, the more he will strengthen his convictions.

She sighed regretfully, it seemed that her plan to know the strength of her opponent in advance was about to go bankrupt. Next... If you want to know the enemy, you can only let the undead legion know it on the battlefield.

"Hmph, drag this guy down and make him an undead soldier, let me see if his abilities can be used by me..."

After a few more glances at the proud Anderson, Shirley suddenly lost all interest. She waved her hand in disgust, she had no love for such a righteous person. Claire is currently the only creature with a sense of justice and kindness in her camp, and as for why this rookie witch is still Shirley's personal spell advisor, probably because she is the first Shirley's subordinate?

"May my glory and dignity be a spit on your grave, the dead."

Anderson stood up straight and looked at Shirley with that particular pride, then bowed slightly with his head held high. He didn't care about his next fate and turned back, and he didn't need the undead soldiers to escort him, and walked heroically to the execution table temporarily built by the undead legion outside.

"Hard bones, ahhhh

"Prince Xue, please keep someone under the knife!" Suddenly, there was a shout from the side.

It's a knight in a standard fantasy game.,This knight uncle looks like the first impression of the ghost and the uncle in the stinky work... No, should I say more handsome? So Dr. Ryuji Hirasaka in the night ward, right? This guy is a person just like himself, a player, an adventurer in this game. What is the purpose of this guy taking the initiative to take refuge in himself?

Shirley pondered, and by the way, why the other party called herself Prince Snow.

"Why?"

Can't hide your rabbit's tail at last? It seems that this person accepted a mission related to Anderson, so he stopped himself from killing Anderson, right? Shirley held her chin, and the queen looked at the barrel man with full aura. That kind of look with banter and gore was enough to make Shake M kneel on the floor.

Orlando looked at Prince Snow with a look of adoration.

"That's right! If you want information, Prince Snow, wouldn't it be nice to use Anderson's daughter? ”

Next to Claire, she suddenly remembered: "That's right! Didn't this guy send Anderson's daughter as a welcome gift before? ”

Well? I was so disgusted with this commander just now that I ignored this...

Hearing the news, Shirley and Anderson showed two completely different expressions. The former's smile is eerie and oozing, and the latter's expression is serious but bruised.

"Interesting, bring it with you. Also, tying up and gagging this hateful father, I thought of a way to get him mentally reminded of the human intelligence of the Outer Circle. ”

The zombie soldiers were very efficient, and in less than five minutes they brought up Commander Anderson's daughter, who was locked up in prison. Falcon Town is completely finished, Shirley has left only one street in Falcon Town to open some industries that can satisfy the undead, and all the rest of the city has been converted into production factories and prisons, and the prison for the citizens of Falcon Town was completed at 3 o'clock this morning.

The girl is about 14 years old, with snow-white skin, a thin body, slightly emaciated, and beautiful big eyes that are close to ice color in light blue. The facial features are very exquisite, a bit similar to Shirley. This can conclude that she is a lonely mountain person, a native of the lonely mountain. She seemed a little nervous from the period of imprisonment, but she was a little relaxed because of Shirley's appearance - girls at this age are still judging good and bad people by being beautiful and handsome.

"What's your name?"

Shirley asked, glancing at Anderson behind the curtain next to her, much to her delight, especially as Anderson glared at her with a look of desire to kill her.

The girl didn't grasp Shirley's malice, and whispered timidly, "Nicole." ”

"Nicole? A good name, is it to describe a porcelain doll? A sweet and romantic slender little girl, although fragile, people can't help but hold it in their hands, a good name. "Shirley was gentle and gentle, the icy eyes of some evil creature from the depths of the sea with an indescribable bearing, and beneath that terrifying essence was something beautiful and seductive.

“… The slender girl is like a poem, if I don't have the opportunity to see you in this life, my heart will grief and hate to turn into a nightingale to sing and weep for you—let me forget day and night, let me wake up with a pain as fragile as golden glass. Oh, slender girl, I can't wait to meet you. This poem is a rewrite of a famous love poem, and its author is Rabindranath Tagore. ”

Most of the world's most famous authors have made their mark in the game world, such as Rabindranath Tagore, a great poet born in the northern village of the Orcs.

Nicole's eyes widened in surprise, "You... Do you still know poetry? ”

Shirley waved her hand to make Claire and Orlando take a step back, and she got up from her chair in an extremely graceful way and walked in front of Nicole.

Just as the other party focused on her face, she suddenly smiled innocently, and she clapped her hands to let go of the zombie musketeer who was grabbing the girl's hands in front of her. "Why can't I know poetry? My slender white dove. ”

Slender white dove! She... How did she call me that. Nicole, who has no love experience and only has love fantasies under the surveillance of her old-fashioned father, has never met such a person, is she really a zombie? Fine white skin, good voice, beautiful looks and gentle temperament. Nicole instantly fell into a crash mode, and the slender white dove was used to describe a person's little darling, something like little honey, in short, replaced vulgarity. It's a word that only a refined rascal would use.

"But... But you're a zombie. Nicole couldn't even speak, especially under the gentle eyes of this weak zombie lady.

Damn it! Such gentleness, such pure eyes... It's so soft, I want to touch her face, even... Nicole is ashamed of her assumptions, what's wrong with her? Fantasy about a zombie?

"I was a human being." Shirley's voice choked slightly and then regained its composure, which she couldn't hear if she didn't listen carefully - unfortunately, Nicole listened to her very carefully, and for a moment she even felt a little pity for the zombie lady.

"I'm ......" I'm sorry.

Before the two words could be uttered, the beautiful zombie lady in front of her suddenly took her hand and said softly, "It's okay, my name is Shirley." My slender white dove, why don't we discuss the beauty of that poem? You know, my territory is full of people who don't have much interest in literature. ”

Don't believe the that comes out of the mouth of any zombie. - Anderson struggled desperately behind the curtain, his eyes almost bleeding, and every time the evil zombie looked back at him, there was a kind of foolishness and a twisted evil intent in his eyes.

Nicole was a little shy, and the petite girl shook her head, "You're a zombie... You have destroyed my hometown, and I will not have a poetic discussion with you. ”

Right! She destroyed your hometown, do you have to have a crush on her? No! Nicole brought up hatred in her heart, Shirley in front of her destroyed her hometown, killed her friends, and made her father's life and death unknown, how could such a demon have mercy on her!?

Hatred spread, and Shirley seemed to sense it.

Miss Zombie's expression... It's a little bleaker.

She was silent, the gloom on her face that gave Nicole a sense of revenge. Finally, Shirley looked up and squeezed out a very reluctant smile that just shattered Nicole's toughness: "Slender... White pigeon, can I still play with you? ”

Nicole stiffened for a long time, desperately trying to let her tongue spit out, "I don't want to." ”

Shirley pulled down her face tiredly, squeezed out another smile like this, and said gently: "Nicole, this name also represents a resolute and independent temperament within the beautiful and slender appearance. What a good name... Well, soldiers, escort her back to prison. ”

- Nicole walked away with a little reluctance, after she walked for a while, about a minute, right?

Shirley's gloomy expression vanished, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she contorted, asking Claire, Orlando, and finally Anderson in a suppressed laughing tone, "How was my performance?" Are you satisfied? Poor girl's pity for a poor zombie girl, do you still like it? Such a script. ”