"We were human before we became zombies!how could anyone eat their own kind!" the zombies retorted loudly, as if Roger's words had deeply insulted them. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

can only say that the TV series is harmful, and he can't be blamed for thinking about it.

The boy snorted: "Then hurry up and get the gold!"

The zombies walked away slowly, and they kept talking:

"I've been thinking about him with the greatest malice, but I never thought that I would think about eating people..."

"What a demon!"

"Did you say he kept us as a reserve of food?"

"Quite possibly..."

"Who bothered to think about eating you carrion, bastard!!" Roger's face was hidden under the mask, but it didn't prevent him from venting his anger at the zombies, and the flesh of the two who spoke the loudest was removed by magic, and he didn't have to speak again.

Zombie: "Run, run... This thing has already started to cut the flesh down... Luckily, I escaped..."

“...... MDZZ!" The boy didn't bother to complain about anything.

He put his hand in his coin bag and took it for a long time, then took out a pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into the mouth hole of his mask. After lighting the fire, he waved his hand to tie up the wizards, crouched down and patted the head of a pig lying on the ground: "Hey, man, wake up..."

The pigheads snorted and chirped a few times, but none of them could still speak.

Roger pursed his lips, reached out and took the cigarette from his mouth, and gently poked the fiery red cigarette butt against the swollen eyelid of a pig's head.

"Nourishing ......"

The sound of the cigarette butt meeting the flesh is extremely faint, and it is not as enjoyable as a red-hot soldering iron poking at the body, but the high temperature of the cigarette butt is no less than that.

"Ahhh!!!hhh

The injured eye was burned by the heat, and the chosen unlucky guy bounced off the ground with a cry of pain.

"Ha! I know that the potential of human beings is endless~" Roger squatted next to him, looked at him with his chin in one hand and said with interest: "Look at your energetic call, pick up the wooden stick and fight for three hundred rounds may not be weak." ”

The unlucky wizard, who was awakened by the great pain, fell down limply after screaming, and the cigarette that was originally standing on his eyes was also shaken aside.

"Tsk... I didn't burn my eyelids, so it seems that I overestimated the power of cigarette butts. Roger craned his neck to look into the wizard's eyes, only to see a scar on his eyelids that were rapidly blistering.

The wizard, who was awake by the pain, was dressed roughly, and his swollen eyes, which had been hit, were burned with blisters, and he couldn't even open a thin slit, so he could only use his other eye to open a slit and stare at Roger, and asked weakly but without hesitation: "Who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going?"

Roger chirped: "It's really studious, it's been beaten like this, and he still cares about philosophical issues... If I don't answer, you're not going to be funny..."

The sorcerer's eyes flashed, and he heard the boy change his tone without hurrying, and said in a long voice: "The poor monk is called Xuanzang, who came from the Tang Dynasty in the eastern region and went to the west to worship the Buddha and seek refinement......"

Even if these few sentences Roger said was a translated English translation, he still stunned the one-eyed wizard, not to mention that Journey to the West is not popular in the wizarding world, and there are still two things in this world.

"Let's ask each of us, it's my time when you're done," said the boy, poking the wizard's swollen cheeks with his wand, "have you reported to the Minister of Magic? How long has it been? How long will it be before the army will arrive?"

The one-eyed wizard snorted viciously, closing his eyes.

"Oops, it's still a loyal lackey..."Roger smiled heartily at this, and with a wave of his wand, he tore off both of his eyelids.

"Ah!!h

Blood gushed out at once, flowing through his eyes like two lines of bloody tears across his cheeks.

"Wake up!" Roger waved his wand again, stopping the wizard's blood, "So I love magic!"

"Hah! It's useless! I won't say a word! You're here to torture me! When the field agents arrive, you'll be 10,000 times worse than me!!" The one-eyed wizard... No, the 'one-eyed' wizard isn't one-eyed this time... It's a stare... The glaring wizard glared at Roger, who cursed viciously with big brass bell-like eyes.

"It's a pity, even if I get caught, I can't be worse than you," Roger said as he glanced at the wizard's swollen face.

At the same time, his hand grabbed the neck of another pig-headed wizard next to him, dragging him in front of the glaring wizard: "I'm not trying to torture you, but the next performance needs to keep your eyes open..."

As soon as the words fell, the boy grabbed one of the pig-headed wizard's arms...

"Gaba!" the sharp stubble pierced the skin and drilled out.

"Ah!!!h

Tearing the severed arm off his arm and throwing it into the chest of the glaring wizard: "Say it or not, I'll tear your colleagues to pieces piece by piece and throw it at you, if you don't say anything until the end... Seven men have enough flesh to bury you alive..."

Roger felt the glaring wizard's swollen cheeks twitch, his lips trembling as if he was about to say something.

The boy continued his efforts, reached out and broke off the other arm of the man in his hand and threw it on his chest: "How about it, say it or not, the sooner you say that the colleague who died, the less he will suffer, if you have to wait for me to kill him and then say anything, then you will have to take half of the responsibility for his death~"

The glaring wizard stared at Roger's eyes behind the mask, and his eyelidless eyes were about to squeeze out of their sockets under too much force: "You devil..."

"Gaba!"

"Ahh

The goods in Roger's hand were already out of breath and out of breath, and the large amount of blood loss made his cry seem weak.

"All right, I said, I said!!Let him go, you forced devil!" the glaring wizard who lay on the ground gritted his teeth and whispered.

The boy didn't put the man in his hand down, but tilted his head towards the glaring wizard.

The wizard was dressed roughly, and finally sighed dejectedly, and said as if admitting defeat: "XXX (too lazy to think of the name) We will notify the minister when I come up from the Department of Mysteries, and it stands to reason that someone should come back now......"

Roger casually threw the man who was missing three limbs, and his wand connected, and the brains of several wizards suddenly burst without a sound.