I don't know what kind of heart the red cut comes from.

He actually injected Zimo with drugs again, and this time apparently just let Zimo sleep quietly.

When she woke up again, Zimo had already regained her sight.

However, there is still a gray and white in front of her, and she is still a zombie.

The touch on the body is silky smooth and very comfortable.

Zimo was lying on a very soft big bed, and she sat up subconsciously.

In an instant, the thin silk blanket slipped off with it.

Zimo was cold.

I shuddered.

Unconsciously move your gaze downward.

When Zimo saw that he was already unclothed, he was completely angry!

Fuck pervert!

"Two hundred and five, what did he do to me!"

Zimo's forehead was bruised, and while putting the blanket naked on his body, he called out to the two hundred and five in his head.

Two hundred and five belatedly came: "Host, the big boss didn't have anything wrong with you, Anha~ I just took a bath for you~"

Just a bath for her?!

Zimo grinded his back molars, and his face was already as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Two hundred and five shrunk his neck, not daring to squeak anymore.

"Awake?"

Hongjia pushed the door in from the outside a little carelessly.

Zimo looked back sharply, with a look of rage.

However, her whole body is weak?!

I can't use any strength!

What's going on?!

Two hundred and five swallowed with difficulty.

Only then did he say quietly: "Host wow~ You were imprisoned by the big boss~ Spicy~ He gave you a special drug, you won't have stiff limbs, but it is impossible to move as freely as a normal person~"

Zimo's fist creaked.

"Little thing, as my servant, your attitude needs to be improved, otherwise ......"

Zimo snorted coldly.

To tell the truth, she really wants to kill her now.

Two hundred and five shuddered.

"Host, wow~ Look~ We're already here, let's do the task well~ and~ this villain boss, he obviously doesn't mean to use you as an experimental subject~

It's still ~ okay for you~ let's~ we have to be able to bend and stretch the host ~"

After all, if a person falls into the hands of his red man, whether the other party is a zombie or a supernatural person, there is only one result, that is, to be dissolved.

Obviously, he is different to Zimo.

Zimo pursed her lips.

Although 205 has always begged her grandfather to tell her grandmother, she was asked to carry out the task.

But, after all, they have been together for such a long time.

She also promised two hundred and five, she would focus on the task, and how could she go back on her word.

She suppressed the anger in her heart.

"Got it."

Seeing that Zimo didn't let go of the cold knife, there was no sign of going violent.

Two hundred and five were a little flattered.

It swallowed a mouthful of saliva, a little uncertain, "Host wow~you, you~Are you okay?" ”

Zimo's face sank: "Get out." ”

25 "......"

During the conversation between one person and one tube, Hongjiao had already walked in front of Zimo.

His bony hands had already rubbed Zimo's neck several times.

is also because Yan Ziye is a soldier after all.

Naturally, he has some calluses on his hands.

At this moment, Hongwu pinched hard again and again, and then released violently, playing with Zimo's life like a puppet.

Two hundred and five shook the white clouds on his body, and he was really sweating for his host.

Zimo sneered again and again.