The white fox jumped on the back of the pangolin, and suddenly blinded the pangolin, twisting its body from side to side, and did not do anything about the white fox, the thick tail swept back and forth, and it could not touch a little fur of the white fox. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After waiting for the pangolin to exert a lot of effort, the white fox jumped down, curled up like a leather ball, and then bounced up and crashed into the pangolin, which was more than ten times larger than it.

The pangolin didn't expect the white fox to come to this hand, and it was hit by it and fell off the coffin, plopped, and fell to the ground, but the pangolin was rough and thick without being injured at all, and it rolled over and got up again, and then it was like crazy, and suddenly bounced up from the ground, and also learned the white fox's moves just now, but it hit not the white fox, but the coffin, the whole big coffin.

This guy weighs one hundred and forty or fifty pounds, such a big lump of meat hit the coffin, and the coffin hit the coffin loudly, and it was also accompanied by a squeaky cracking sound, daring to love that it couldn't fight the white fox on it, so he wanted to collapse the support under the white fox's feet.

Inside the coffin is Yang Sheng, a thousand-year-old zombie, knocking the zombie out is not playing, although I already have a way to deal with the zombie, but this is not my plan, if the coffin is knocked apart, it is easy to have the possibility of escaping, and if it cannot be subdued in the first time, we are in danger.

"Don't bump into it, don't knock the coffin apart, we'll be in trouble when the zombies come out." I didn't care if the pangolin could understand me, so I shouted at it.

The white fox had no choice but to resist the unreasonable impact of this big idiot, and he couldn't stand steadily on the coffin, so he jumped down.

The pangolin slammed into the coffin more than ten times, and finally the coffin cracked with a bang, and a male corpse in a blue wavy robe rolled out of it, his face was prostrate on the ground, and he couldn't see what kind of face it was, and his long hair was dry and yellow, rolling from the ground, making it like dry grass, this must be the corpse of Yang Sheng.

"Nail the mahogany wedge to the back of his heart." I said to Qing'er.

Qing'er also reacted quickly, snatched the peach wood wedge from my hand, and stabbed it into the back of Yangsheng's corpse.

At the moment when Qing'er's peach wood wedge was tied to the man's heart, the male corpse suddenly moved, and moved a meter to the side stiffly, avoiding the peachwood wedge of Qing'er.

It's awakened!

Yang Sheng, this thousand-year-old zombie, has awakened!

"Qing'er be careful!" Yang Sheng, the zombie, suddenly stood up straight, his face was a thin and withered little face, two big eyes were gray and sunken in the two big eye sockets, the fangs in his mouth had grown an inch long, he smelled the vitality of living people and animals, and had completely woken up, the sharp nails of the ten fingers were long and sharp, like ten sharp blades tied to the fingers, he had locked on the nearest Qing'er as a target, stretched out his hands with long nails, and grabbed towards Qing'er.

Qing'er missed the stab, and had already been careful of the zombie Yang Sheng, and before he could catch it, he jumped forward and jumped out of the range of the zombie's attack.

The white elf, the white fox, suddenly jumped on the zombie's head and scratched the zombie's face with its claws.

The zombie reached out and grabbed it, for living things, zombies have always been the first to suck blood, and the white fox was brought to the mouth by the zombie.

This spiritual white fox has prevented us from opening the coffin several times, and it is also a heart for us, in my heart I have already regarded it as a friend at this time, and now that it has been caught by zombies, how can I not save it.

I jumped over on one leg, holding the zombie with both hands and grabbing the white fox's arm, preventing it from biting the white fox into its mouth, but he was very strong, and he simply ignored my weight of more than 100 catties, and he hung my body up, and wanted to bite the white fox into his mouth.

Whip! ~

A black whip, like a black snake, wrapped around the arm of the zombie, the strength of the two of us still couldn't pull the zombie, and the white fox was still sent to the mouth by the zombie little by little.

My right leg stepped on the zombie's chest, and I used the strength of my waist to tug at the zombie, so that the balance of power was maintained for the time being, and the white fox was not bitten by the zombie.

But the zombie couldn't bite the white fox was very unwilling, his thin and withered head suddenly stretched forward, and he actually poked out more than half a foot at once, which is a limit that ordinary humans can't reach at all, even the fresh muscles can't poke out so far, let alone a zombie corpse?

His mouth was finally able to reach the body of the white fox, and just as he opened his huge mouth to bite the white fox, a huge force suddenly struck from the side, knocking the zombie down, and his arm fell to the ground, letting go of the white fox.

It turned out to be the pangolin, a big idiot, who used the move of hitting the coffin just now, and hit the zombie's waist at a moment of crisis, knocking him down.

Even I was dragged down and fell to the ground, my first reaction was not to run away, but to see if the white elf had been bitten by a zombie, because when I pulled the zombie's arm hard, my sight and the direction of the zombie bite to the white fox was a dead end.

The white fox's body is bloodstained, I don't know if it was bitten or stabbed by the zombie's nails, lying there very weak and wriggling, I am worried that the zombie will not be reluctant to eat the white fox again, when the zombie has not moved, the first time to roll over, the white fox in his arms, turned out of the place far enough away from the zombie, carefully study its body, there is no large area of fur is bitten, I know that it has not been bitten by the zombie, the injury on the body is caused by the zombie's nails.

"Let's go, this is not the place for you to play." I left it not far from the entrance to the tomb, intending to get it out of this dangerous place.

The zombie suddenly bounced off the ground, jumped up, and pounced on me, who was closest to him.

My legs and feet were inconvenient enough to resist such a ferocious thousand-year-old zombie, but fortunately there was Qing'er, whose whip wrapped around my waist and pulled me back, so that I escaped the zombie's pounce.

Now that I was still closest to the zombie, he pounced, stretched out his arms, jumped at me, and pounced on me again.

The pangolin, the old brother, really didn't adopt it for nothing, although he hadn't fed it a full meal yet, but he had already helped me everywhere, and this guy used the coffin stunt again, and hit the zombie's waist again.

At the same time, I picked up a larger clay pot from the ground, and the zombie was hit by the pangolin and fell again, and the clay pot in my hand was smashed into the zombie's head.

There was a loud bang, and the clay pot turned into a lot of chips, but the zombie twisted its neck back and forth, as if nothing had happened. (To be continued.) )