The blood-stained smoothie slowly spreads, like a spoonful of red soy milk accidentally spilled on a pure white quilt, the only difference is that you can't feel the slightest heat.

Here, there is almost no sunlight, cold and dim.

The North Pole is cold, the zombies are cold, the blade shells are cold, the killing is cold, and Xiang Xiaoyu's heart is boiling and hot.

The cursed man has attained liberation, and the task is almost complete. The Beiyang warlords or the German army, who wins and who loses has little impact on him, they will not always run from the North Pole to any country to make trouble, but not necessarily.

Yuan Shikai's sword was more ferocious, piercing through Zhao Feiyun's chest, pulling down diagonally, slashing across the stomach and up to his waist.

Yuan Shikai practiced this trick for half his life, and his hands were calloused by the hilt of the sword, just to prevent someone from holding him hostage from behind one day, and he could be fatally stabbed.

Zhao Feiyun didn't notice it at first, and he felt a huge pain when blood gushed out, which showed the speed of Yuan Shikai's knife technique.

Maybe Yuan Shikai was curious about how many bowls of noodles Zhao Feiyun ate at noon, imitating the sixth brother who made the bullets fly, and wanted to open his stomach to see what was going on.

Zhao Feiyun's face was pale, his lips were dry and purple, his head was sweating, and his eyes were gloomy, obviously a dying person.

The German tanks were invincible, the walking meat grinder, and countless Beiyang soldiers were crushed into meat patties, which could not be buckled off the ice.

The tank is also a printer, and the ice surface pressed by the track is left with extremely thin zombie skin, which is in a variety of postures, like a mural in the sky, more like a painted tile.

If there are a large number of zombie girls wearing bikinis and high heels, walking the catwalk on such an ice surface, taking confident steps, leaving a breathtaking retrospective. Famous singers in the zombie circle took turns singing, giving a big spotlight, the Germans and the Beiyang Army took pictures and cheered below, and Victoria's Secret was nothing more than that.

All of course, the premise is that no model can wrestle.

The current battle can also be seen as a catwalk, the Beiyang Army has a big smoke in its mouth, hunched over, and has to shake a few times when it takes three steps, and must constantly move the position of the hat, out of the otherworldly dick silk temperament.

Fierce German army, mighty and majestic, left hook, right hook, big dragon swing tail, small dragon swing legs, heavy shoulder pressure, wild bear collision, wheel of fortune...... It seems that these zombie buddies are preparing to enter the WWE stage, and maybe the zombies will hold a belt fight together in the future, and there is an inexplicable expectation.

The men on the German tank were muscular, with broad and strong pectoral muscles, deep career lines, and sloppy beards adding a touch of sexiness.

Horror is an art, and it's all about how you look at it.

There is no such thing as horror in the world, and when there are many people who talk about it, there will be it.

The most terrifying thing is the cowardice in the heart, which has nothing to do with the outside world.

The brave dare to go to the heavens and the earth, fight fierce tigers and dragons, slay demons and eliminate demons, there is no fear in their eyes, and zombies and demons are only a special form of material existence, and they cannot be added more mysterious.

The world of the timid is dark, walking on the road will feel that there is someone following behind, when watching a movie in the cinema, they will suspect that there are people sitting next to them or ghosts, never answer the call at 12 o'clock in the morning, and if they are unlucky, they will ask God to worship the Buddha, afraid of sleeping alone.

Different psychology is destined for different fates.

Xiang Xiaoyu belongs to the former, Lao Tzu is not dead, and he is brave. He will keep the mystery to himself and the horror to others.

In his eyes, it was scrambled eggs with tomatoes - a piece of cake.

He looked at Zhao Feiyun lying in a pool of blood and was a little lost, and now he was too embarrassed to meet his torture standards.

After countless sleepless nights, he came up with a hundred ways to torture Zhao Feiyun's death.

At first, he was most fond of fantasizing about this plan: first he stripped Zhao Feiyun and hung him, let a sheep lick the soles of his feet, held a boiling kettle in both hands, had a cactus in his mouth, stuffed onions in his nostrils, and wore contact lenses soaked in chili water in his eyes; cut 999 wounds on his body with a knife, smeared them with honey, and put hundreds of ants; he was only allowed to drink water, and if he wanted to shout, he would let a big river flow eastward until he suffocated his prostate.

Later, he felt that he was too uncreative and not ruthless enough, so it was better to let him do a set of Jiangdong mathematics college entrance examination mock papers, 246 to practice a set of English listening, mixed doubles on Sundays, and cut a wrong question until he was hacked to death.

No, he is afraid that Zhao Feiyun's IQ will improve because of this, so he still has to think of a better way to really destroy a person mentally: locked in a dark room that is not visible, and he has to pick a room that many people have hanged, and play "Hopscotch", "Wedding Dress", "Angel's Room", "Sister Carrying a Doll", "Black Friday" and other old classic songs on a loop every day, the most important thing is that you are not allowed to play with your mobile phone, just ask if you are afraid!

Not to mention Zhao Feiyun, Xiang Xiaoyu was bold enough to think that those songs would give him goosebumps, and he could only listen to the series once in his lifetime.

However, Zhao Feiyun is going to die like this.

Xiang Xiaoyu wanted to walk over, but a cannonball flew over and landed on Zhao Feiyun.

"Don't, at least leave a corpse for me!" Xiang Xiaoyu thought that the corpse could still whip the corpse, and if the corpse was gone, he would not be able to vent his hatred at all.

At the moment of the explosion, Zhao Feiyun was engulfed in a cloud of black smoke, forming a protective shield that blocked the damage of the cannonball.

Xiang Xiaoyu also breathed a sigh of relief, "Xin Hao!"

The Blood Demon Arm raised itself and swam along Zhao Feiyun's wounds, Zhao Feiyun smiled, very relieved that the Blood Demon Arm healed him, he would not die just like that.

The Blood Demon Arm also smiled, I'm sorry, Zhao Gongzi, you think too much, your blood is really delicious.

It turned out that the Blood Demon Arm tasted the taste of Zhao Feiyun's blood, and sucked it out of control.

"It's delicious!" the Blood Demon Arm spoke, with an eye in the palm of his hand and a mouth.

Pillars of blood continued to fly out of Zhao Feiyun's wound and into the mouth of the Blood Demon Arm.

It just so happened that Zhao Feiyun was the ninth host that the Blood Demon Arm sucked on, so it evolved.

"Shut up!"

Xiang Xiaoyu casually picked up a knife on the ground and tried to block the Blood Demon Arm, but was bounced back by the black barrier.

"I hate it when people disturb my meal time, don't worry, kid, you can make my dessert after dinner!"

After sucking Zhao Feiyun, the Blood Demon Arm still wanted to suck Xiang Xiaoyu, in short, he didn't let go of any of them.

Zhao Feiyun's face turned from pale to iron-blue, his eyes were gray and bulging, and full of bloodshots, his hair was dry and snow-white, and a very long part of his tongue was drooping out, and his whole body was shriveled, becoming raisins that had been exposed to the sun for a long time.

The Blood Demon Arm smacked his lips and savored it, "Hiccup~ I haven't eaten enough for a long time!"

The next target is only Xiang Xiaoyu.

Xiang Xiaoyu realized the crisis, picked up Yuan Shikai's military sword and shouted, "Down with imperialism, avenge the marshal, long live communism!"

In an instant, all the zombies stopped fighting and looked at Xiang Xiaoyu blankly, with question marks on their faces.

Several zombies who were fighting for their arms also stopped, looking at Xiang Xiaoyu silently.

The two zombies who stuck knives in each other also put away their knives, sat down together and smoked.

Suddenly, all the artillery, tanks, knives and guns were aimed at Xiang Xiaoyu.

The atmosphere was extremely weird, and in an instant, there were no zombies around Xiang Xiaoyu, and they all ran to the opposite side.

There is also a zombie without legs, desperately crawling forward, shouting the slogan of one-two-one, persevering, and the picture is more inspiring than the Paralympics.

Xiang Xiaoyu wanted to help him, but was decisively refused, and the zombie held a knife to the door, "Don't come here, I'll show you here!"

Countless pairs of hateful eyes stared at Xiang Xiaoyu, like a hungry jackal, and Xiang Xiaoyu panicked.

"What kind of doctrine is communism, is it the same as the Qing Dynasty?"

"I don't know, I've never heard the marshal mention this foreign word, he won't be a spy sent by the revolutionary army!"

"I look at it, look at this little doll, I haven't seen the clothes he wears, it's obviously a spy!"

"The revolutionary party is really ruthless, no one, send such a small spy, is it enough experience!"

Then the zombie burst out laughing.

"Buy big and buy small, buy big he is a spy, buy small is not, buy it and leave it, hurry up and bet!" a zombie shouted.

The Beiyang warlords surrounded one after another, "Buy big, buy big!" Brothers, you must buy big!"

After heated discussions, they believed that Xiang Xiaoyu must be an undercover agent sent by the revolutionary party.

The behavior of the Beiyang warlords made the German army very puzzled, whether this battle would be fought or not!

An interpreter of a Beiyang warlord negotiated with the German commander, "Savadika, Nima's skeleton washed, Walmart cried and didn't wash, I didn't play with the cool field, Wali Wali, Kangsang Smecta!"

After hearing this, the German commander nodded, and replied seriously, "There is a lot of oil kawaka in Santana in autumn, and my aunt likes to be stupid and very energetic, and I don't buy winter melons and sell whips for nothing!"

The Beiyang translator was a little annoyed when he heard this, how could this be, why, "There is no real forehead, how can parents give birth to all kinds of women...... That parents are wrong to compare their foreheads into light, probably the posture is misplaced, and the father and mother put the wrong forehead on the shoulder.

The German commander gave a thumbs up, amazed and admired, if only he had said it earlier.

Xiang Xiaoyu overheard the conversation of the Beiyang Army, and knew that he had just leaked his words, and he blamed the communist ideology for being too great, and it had long been ingrained in his mind.

"Look at the sky!" Xiang Xiaoyu said, pointing to the sky.

A zombie with a big cigarette in his mouth smiled, "Little doll, go home and herd the cattle, which spy agency cultivated such an old-fashioned deceptive technique?"

"I really didn't lie to you, look at the sky!"

They thought that Xiang Xiaoyu was trying to distract them, and they didn't believe it anyway.

There was a dark shadow on the snow, thicker and larger.

"What kind of claw is that, boss, it's scary, I'm a zombie, I'll reason with you!" said a Beiyang soldier, pointing at the thing.

A large lotus leaf floated from the sky, and on it sat a man in white, who looked extremely beautiful.

The man wore a green hat on his head, called Master Kong from all walks of life, formerly known as Kangding, he wrote a love song to give to Taketaro, which was widely circulated in the fairy world and forgiveness grassland, called "Kangding Love Song".

If it weren't for that statue, Kangding wouldn't know what he looked like. Since birth, the family has hidden all kinds of things that can reflect his face, such as mirrors, for fear that he will fall in love with himself when he sees his appearance.

Later, the family knew that he was too worried, because the mirror could not reflect his appearance at all, and he did not dare to look at Master Kong in the mirror, so the mirror had to choose to blow himself up.

He also looked for painters, but all the painters could no longer pick up the pen when they saw him, they all felt that there were already people in the world who had painted living things, and there was no need to fight anymore, and no matter what, they could not surpass the works in front of them.

This time, he passed by the world, just to see Taketaro, and waited for tens of thousands of years.

"Where is my emptiness!"