"Who killed whom? Who the hell is killing whom! ”

Obviously, although what Pinoxiu said was very good, he still secretly did something, and on Wang Feng's inevitable path, several red zombies appeared, and the vigor of blood was not much better than those blood cat demons. The blood and qi on his body were also frowned upon by Wang.

"I really want to grab one and study it." Wang Feng muttered meaninglessly, it was a standard lingua franca in the southern part of the empire, and it was a slender female voice. However, Wang's consciousness was urging him to drag his tired, weakened and seriously injured body to run away quickly. Eventually, for the first time, Wang gained the upper hand in a battle for frontal control of Bazin's body, and he limped away with his body in control.

The door is hidden, and the layout is similar to Luo Lian's shop, but Wang is surprised to find that this is a boudoir for girls on the earth plane in the standard sense. Pink pleated curtains, plush toys on windows, small handicrafts, a bunk single bed leaning against the wall, neatly folded cotton sheets underneath, and a lot of books stacked in addition to bedding on the bed above. Dense patches.

Wang Feng only glanced at it and lost interest, the Chinese books that he could understand were very eye-catching, the big ones were like bricks, and as a result, when he looked at the name, what "Plum Blossom Three Alleys", what "The Domineering President Fell in Love with Me", "The Story I Have to Tell with the Vampire"... It's strange that this thing can arouse the desire of a woman and a man's heart to read.

There were things like small headbands on the dresser on the bed, and Wang didn't pay much attention to them.

The suitcase behind the door was open, and there were a bunch of bottles and cans of different colors, and the painkiller that Pinoche was talking about was obviously one of them, but Wang was not here to be a guinea pig. Shaking his arm, Wang, who didn't feel any pain, breathed a sigh of relief, and the strong self-healing ability of the Bazin host gave Wang the confidence to refuse the drug.

Girl's wardrobe boy, don't move, this is Molly's famous words taught to Wang, if it weren't for Wang's chance to see Molly hide her uneaten dragon fruit in her wardrobe, Wang would definitely think that the girl's wardrobe really hides some big secret.

Although he knew that people were different, Wang Feng was still a little curious about what good things Pinoxiu would hide in his closet.

Curiosity kills cats, and if you find out some amazing secret, won't you want to die? Now it seems that in the trip to the Doomsday Plane, Pinoche went far ahead of Krach.

"Maybe there will be a cause for that apocalyptic world?" Wang Feng hesitated, but decided to take a look, after all, Wang had a hunch that the apocalyptic world was absolutely inseparable from himself.

"Let's investigate those strange blood zombies, you're not seriously injured." While Wang was struggling psychologically, Bazin began to intervene again.

"You... Can you talk?! Only then did Wang realize that Bazin, who was staying on him, actually spoke.

"What's this, for a powerhouse of my level, it's not a piece of cake to leave an independent mind body?" Bazin muttered in Wang Feng's mouth, "You hurry up and make a decision, or we'll go and catch the blood zombies, or we'll study how you ran this body?" ”

"What if I don't agree?" Wang Feng didn't bother to use his mouth, and directly communicated with Bazin through meditation.

"That's easy, I'll go back to sleep, and you'll fight against the raging flesh. By the way, the only one who can wake me up is an existence of the same level as me, and you are now in the hands of others. Bazin seemed to enjoy using Wang's body to speak, and said with a smile, "I'm with you, I won't harm you." ”

"You won't hurt me, you just let me take on a debt, and you also slaughtered half of the dark elves' capital, who knows if the dark elves will go crazy now to mess with us humans!" Wang Feng thought indignantly.

"What? You slaughtered the Dark City? No, I can't. Even if the Dark Elves and the Spiders hurt each other, it is impossible for the Dark Elves Elf Council of Elders not to even send a demigod, how did you escape? It's kind of interesting, you go catch a blood zombie first, and I'll take a look at your memory. ”

"Don't look at my memories before the lumberyard." Wang Feng hesitated, but still reminded. Maybe it's because he was originally using Luxi's body, or maybe it's because the role of Bazin, which can be communicated by being clear-willed, is far greater than the unconscious blood energy, Wang Feng is not exclusive to Bazin, so he still kindly reminded him.

"Thanks, but your memory is indeed forbidden by some terrifying existence, I won't touch it, I'm not stupid." Wang Feng felt Bazin manipulate his facial muscles to make a smiling motion, and said meaningfully, "After all, we are one." ”

Wang Feng shook his head, turned around and stepped out of the room with one foot, and then he suddenly found that on the head of Pinoxiu's bed, there was a small square protrusion, which was covered by a pillow towel.

"Bedtime reading? Magical secrets? Wang Feng was a little puzzled.

"It should be a good thing to be valued like this." Bazin also encouraged.

"I'm talking to myself like this, others will be crazy because of me, can you not keep my mouth."

"I'm sorry, I haven't used my body in a long time, I can't help it..."

Complaining and complaining, Wang Feng still picked up the bedside reading of Pinoxiu, whose lethality was comparable to the book "The Summoning Technique of Even the Demon Dog" in Wang's pocket, that is, the famous "Green Tea".

This kind of thing... Wang Feng shook his hand in disgust and put the book back again. As a modern person, he is 100% sure that this book, which is as thick as Cihai, is definitely not about how to cultivate tea trees.

"What the hell, it looks magical." Bazin looked interested in the book.

"It's just an idle book." Wang Feng calmed down his emotions for a while, but Bazin instantly seized control of his body and threw the "Green Tea" into a void space similar to Isilian.

"Hehe, I just learned a little bit of your words from your memory, the undead plane is an imaginary number of low latitudes, boring and tight, reading books to pass the time."

"You can watch it if you want." He is now like a driver sitting in the driver's seat, Bazin is like a passenger of the co-pilot, he can kick the gas when necessary, and he may grab the steering wheel if he is in a bad mood. And the old driver of Luxi, who has no idea what to do, has become a navigation that demarcates the route, and it is difficult to say whether it is intelligent or not. As for Krent, who accidentally got on the bus at the end, the passengers who could occasionally say a few words in the back seat had little impact on Wang Feng's taxi.

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