Remember [Burning Library] quickly, and provide book friends with a comfortable and reliable novel reading network without pop-ups. (Novel.b.) Updated) Biochemical Apocalyptic Dragonwatcher 2: Updated on 24-9-66:3:9. There are two types of so-called zombie dragons, one refers to the dead dragon who comes back to life on a specific day, and the other refers to those dragons whose bodies have completely turned into zombies, but still retain their own thoughts and consciousness in their heads. It is said that most of these dragons are young dragons in their youth. Their bodies have entered the rapid growth period, and they have just produced antibodies that can resist the virus, but the antibodies are still very few, and when they are suddenly attacked by the virus, they are likely to become zombie dragons. Small...... more

As you can imagine, being a zombie dragon is much more miserable than being a zombie or an infected. Because zombies and infected people don't know what pain is, they only have killing in their minds, and they live very "chic", as long as they follow the genetic virus in the air and keep escalating, they don't have to think about anything. 7945637

And this kind of zombie dragon, their minds are more painful and helpless. They carry a virulent genetic virus, and they can completely turn into zombies or infected people at any time, so they will not be accepted. And mixed in the pile of zombies and infected, it is impossible for them to find their soulmates. Only at the age of youth, I experienced such loneliness and hesitation, and the pain was unimaginable to ordinary people.

And not only that, the dragon that has become a zombie dragon is still living in a meat bag weighing a thousand pounds, not only can not express what is in his heart with his body and expressions, but also has to endure the pain of decay or burning all the time, which feels like life is worse than death.

Most zombie dragons can't stand this torture and choose to give up their resistance to the genetic virus, and completely become zombies or infected. That's why they are so rare in the world.

Thinking of the tears that flowed from Hu Bing's eyes, Dia thought that he must have come to beg for death.

Since it's so painful, well, let me put an end to your pain.

With a decisive killing intent narrowing his eyes slightly, Dia raised his sword and wanted to use the blade to press the elevator door opening button, at this time! "Buzz!"

The elevator was restarted!

When Dia was stunned, the number on the display was already rapidly decreasing:

3、2、

、9、

5、4、3、2、。

The elevator is back to the first floor.

Staring at the numbers stopped on the display, Dia was a little confused.

Came and left, what is Hu Bing for?

Didn't he come to beg for death?

Do you want to get back to your friends?

No way, he's not that kind of person. Since he chose to run away, he will not look back.

And it's so painful, no one should want to continue living!

Hu Bing, Hu Bing, what are you thinking!

Thinking was unpredictable before you were born, and now you are even more incredible!

Dia frowned, seeing that there was no possibility of the elevator going up again, he didn't think much about it, inserted the sword back into the cloth cover of his belt, picked up the pistol on the ground, opened the chamber to see that there were still five bullets in it. Closing the chamber and placing both guns in his left hand, he turned and walked to the empty room.

Floor.

Caesar-style lobby.

It has been turned into a slaughterhouse, with blood stains everywhere and severed limbs of people every few meters. In the center of the double-height ceiling, a woman's head was eerily hung on the giant crystal lamp. Not long after it was newly hung, the end of its blood-stained blonde hair was dripping blood "tick-tock".

Under the fifteen golden Roman columns, dozens of broken corpses were piled up, a group of red-eyed zombies and a few agile infected people were surrounding the corpses, and the zombies were picking out delicious organs to sacrifice their teeth.

Only the bright floor outside the elevator hall was harmonious, there were no broken limbs, only some broken decorative glass.

"Ding!" At this time, a chime sounded in the elevator in the center. The sound caught the attention of several zombies eating corpses under the Roman column and the infected standing still. The zombies put down the human flesh in their hands, and ran after the infected with saliva dripping from their mouths.

The elevator door opened, and seven pairs of scarlet eyes looked bloodthirsty inside, and saw that there was a fellow kind standing inside with a bloody hole in the front cheek, and the infected hissed twice in displeasure, and ran back to the Roman pillar to continue standing, and the zombies who followed the infected also ran back to the Roman pillar to fill their stomachs.

Standing in the elevator was Hu Bing, who had just come down from the 4th floor. At this time, the black pus and blood in the open blood hole on his front cheek had coagulated, but there was still a burning sensation like fire oil churning in his brain, which made him want to cry in pain. And the painful step out, the feeling of powerlessness trapped in the golden skin, made him not want to struggle to survive anymore.

Fortunately, the previous "Warning Book" left a deep impression on him, letting him know that he had become the most powerful undead zombie dragon. This has become the only reason for him to live now.

He likes powerful feelings.

I'm the most powerful undead zombie dragon! I must be strong to live! As long as I evolve, I can enjoy the thrill of talking, walking, flying, smiling, and hitting people again!

The eyes are like the night, and the heart is like the sun.

He took a firm and slow step, and after being caught in the elevator door, he walked out of the elevator with great difficulty.

Then he turned to the open cafeteria on the left side of the lobby, and walked slowly like a rusted robot.

The pace is slow, but the mind is as sharp as ever.

On the way, he kept complaining in his heart that Dia's marksmanship was too accurate, and it hurt him too much. But complaining is complaining, he is not jealous of Dia. After all, they are now dragon corpses. If it was him who was the living dragon and Dia who became infected, he would not hesitate to kill Dia with a gun, just like Silver Thunder did when he killed Vera.

It's just that I was a little too lucky today, and I wanted to send them back the gun so that they could be safer, and as a result

Alas, I don't want to think about it, I'm all infected, why do I want to do so much?

I'd better hurry up and find some meat to eat!

In the cafeteria, he hid a few portions of cold beef, and he felt that if he ate more meat, he would be able to evolve in a more powerful direction.

He is always so mysterious, and he is always so powerful.

After walking for nearly ten minutes, I walked from the elevator hall to the door of the open cafeteria thirty meters away.

At this time, out of the dining area came a dragon-shaped giant infected person who was more than two meters tall and extremely sturdy. Because of the height difference, this big man didn't see Hu Bing, and when he stepped into his legs, his thighs collided with the thin Hu Bing.

Unable to control his body, after being hit, Hu Bing fell straight down like a stake.

"Smack!" The back of his bleeding head slammed to the ground, making a speechless sound.

I felt that the fire oil in my brain was shaking, and light black tears were squeezed out of the corners of Hu Bing's aching eyes, just like when Dia shot a bullet into his head.

At this point, the Julian infected found that they had bumped into something, and when they looked down, they saw that it was one of the same kind with their heads shattered. It bent down, pointed its huge nostrils at Hu Bing's tearful eyes, opened its big mouth, and roared at Hu Bing's bloody nose: "Huh! The meaning is clear: If you dare to stand in the way again, Lao Tzu will blow your head with a punch!

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