Curse?

"Curse yourself."

Two more potions pierced into Ji Wushuang's blood vessels.

"Bite yourself." Xun Ying gave the order indifferently.

The real potion is in his hands.

At the beginning, the three-tube potion that Xie Nu got was transferred by him.

The fake three are just anesthetics with hallucinogens.

Ji Wushuang is like an emotionless biting machine.

gnawing on his arm.

Thigh.

Festering feet.

A vicious and unwilling roar resounded throughout the roof.

"Seeking Screening! Don't get complacent too soon! ”

"Do you think you can still restrain yourself?"

"Do you know how many zombies I infected?"

"I'm afraid they've gone crazy a long time ago!"

"No one has stopped the outbreak of the mutant virus, even if I Ji Wushuang dies, I will be buried by the whole world!"

Xun Ying couldn't hear her clearly.

Hallucinogens blurred his vision.

The anesthesia left him weak in his limbs.

With a wave of his hand, he slashed Ji Wushuang's shouting head with a knife.

He fell to the ground.

The crook of his arm is still tightly hugging his dumb treasure.

"Little girl!"

Ah Chan, who was still pretending to be withered, hugged him and held his palm.

The tube of fake potion, he punched into his palm.

Her little obedient.

The person who treats her so gently, where is she willing to be hurt in the slightest.

Xunying fell asleep for twenty-four hours.

In these twenty-four hours.

The end times ushered in another riot.

A riot that was even more frightening than the beginning of the apocalypse.

Those mutated zombies infected by Ji Wushuang were bitten madly.

It is a virus that carries the hatred and resentment of the human heart.

The speed of diffusion is as terrible as annihilation.

Ah Chan saw the entire base bite like crazy.

The mother of the little stinky child is disheveled.

rushed out of the bomb shelter and came straight at her: "Return my baby, you return my baby!" ”

Hate and hatred, once ingrained.

Don't want to redeem it with reason.

[Dumb Bao, kill her, she will bite you!] Chop off her head, Silly Treasure! 】

Ah Chan's little hands trembled.

She killed the little stinky child.

Hold her brother, who she called her sister.

The snot rubbed her hand, and the little face rubbed the back of her hand stupidly.

The mother of the little stinky child washed her hands with water.

They are the first people to be kind to her in the last days.

The mother of the little stinky child, the dry and festering claws are reflected in her pupils, getting closer and closer.

"Whew!"

A small figure rushed at him like lightning.

A tiger's mouth.

The head that rolled to the ground, the eyes of hatred and hatred, full of blood and tears.

The appearance of death is blind, so that people will have nightmares when they look at it more.

The little tiger threw himself into Ah Chan's arms.

Dumb, dumb!

Don't be afraid!

Little Tiger protects you!

Ah Chan hugged Xiaohu, and his little head trembled unconsciously.

Those who once had good intentions towards her...

Without.

None of them are gone.

One by one, they died in the crazy and terrifying end times.

The healer was covered in wounds and fell at her feet, hoarse: "Little Queen, get out of here, get out of here..."

Ah Chan closed his eyes tightly.

The curtain opened, and a long knife was waved in the soft palm of his hand.

The stench of zombie blood splashed her face, all over her body.

[Dumb treasure, you can't kill it! ] 】

[There's a way, Dubao, listen to me, what about Ji Wushuang's head? ] 】

[Burst open her skull and remove the crystal nucleus from her brain.] 】

[Her crystal nucleus is like a mother source, destroying it, and those who have been infected by her will lose the source of energy...]

Ah Chan's fighting movements paused.

"If you lose the source of energy, what will happen to these infected?"

[Yes... It will be like a leaky balloon, completely turned into a withered corpse...... Dumb treasure, stupid treasure? 】

Ah Chan's eyes were stunned.

The small flower bones covered in blood, as if falling into an ice cellar, indifferent, hollow, as if a piece of the heart had been gouged out.

"So, the little girl will become... Dry corpse? ”