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It's right to think about it, this night is full of eight kinds of monsters, and there are a bunch of people who can't deal with it, and then think about the bookshelf of Granger's house, even if you pick and choose half of it, it can't be dealt with in a night's effort.

However, a summer vacation is more than two months, so I am not in a hurry, and I am just free to panic in the rest of the day.

So Roger, who was leading the way, paused and stopped.

"What's wrong?" Caroline's body tensed, her ears flicking as she touched the movement around her.

Hermione was also vigilant, and the two girls thought something was wrong.

"Sensei nervous..."The boy waved his hand and said casually, "It's just that it's dawn, and I think we have to change directions..."

"Where are you going?"

Roger yawned, "Go home and get some sleep." ”

"Go home?" Hermione frowned and said aloud, "Aren't there still monsters that haven't been destroyed?"

"Do you really think of yourself as a superhero? that's a profession that only exists on the set next door..."Roger put his mouth open, and walked directly to the cemetery in a different direction: "Besides, superheroes are also people, and they have to eat, drink, and sleep, don't they?"

Hermione stood still and didn't move: "Although those monsters may not all be able to hurt people, but when I think that there will be a big mantis level that will wreak havoc around here, how can I still rest!"

"The little girl is still too young~" Old-fashioned teasing, Roger explained with a smile: "At this time, what should be rested is to rest, and it has to rest." If a fight starts and someone loses due to lack of sleep, then who will deal with these monsters?"

"And there are a lot of monsters, and we don't necessarily have the combat power that we can handle... Not to mention that there are hundreds of monsters, so compare your record tonight... It's not something you can get through by gritting your teeth... We're going to have to come a long way. ”

"Roger is right, fighting is a matter of energy, and if you don't rest well, it's likely that a big basket will come out. Caroline also supported her brother, and it was more intuitive to play hand-to-hand combat with people.

Hermione didn't speak again, and reluctantly followed in the footsteps of the siblings, after all, she would have to catch blind without a compass.

Why do you come out if you can't determine the location of the monster, press the road and suck the haze?

In fact, Hermione has a little emotion, and in the final analysis, Roger is right. It's just too young, too little experience, and impulsive thoughts are a little careless.

Hermione's this is already good, she is a girl with a smart head, and after thinking about it, you can understand, if you try to change Harry's meeting, you can't say that you will steal Roger's compass and go alone.

How many precedents are there in front of us, and if it weren't for the impulsiveness, recklessness, and stubbornness of the little savior, Harry Potter would have more than 3.5 million words to write? (Chinese edition)

Although in the later stage, these character shortcomings slowly develop into enthusiasm, bravery, and persistence...

The three of them passed by the gate of the cemetery, and the grave keeper had long since disappeared, in fact, this is nonsense, whether the old man is angry or goes to the police, or goes back to the house to make up for sleep, no matter what, it is better than standing outside to suffer.

Walking to the place of the previous 'Zombie Flower Arrangement Art Exhibition', Roger was happy, and this group of comics was still standing there in the wind, and the nest had not moved.

He walked around the feet of this group of zombies, slapped his hand and said loudly: "Wake up, wake up, you should all get up and follow me..."

The zombies didn't move when they poked there, and no one answered.

Roger followed the nearest zombie leg and kicked: "It's supposed to be dead, just play dead for me, and whoever doesn't move me after ten seconds will never want to move." ”

"Ahh

"Ah......h

The zombies were lifeless with the sound effects of their appearances, and their bodies were upside down like a big bug, squirming upwards and pulling them up, and when the soil came out of the waist, they put down their legs and stepped on the ground, pulling out hard, completely out of the constraints of the ground.

However, the zombies in this unearthed posture are obviously very unskilled, and many zombies who have used too much force have left their heads in the ground, and are now reaching out to dig into the big hole.

After the zombies took all their parts, Roger waved his fingers and ordered: "Arrange me in four columns according to the size of the short in front and the tall in the back, I have found you a new job, and now I will move with you first!"

None of the twenty-six zombies ran, and Roger didn't feel relieved, but had a more intuitive feeling for the attribute of 'cowardice' on their bodies.

After being severely lectured and threatened, Roger would not be so stupid as to think that it was because of his loyalty.

The zombies were messily carrying out his orders, and their mouths without dirt began to speak:

"It's so troublesome to move..."

"We're in poor physical strength..."

"yes, I can't get far..."

"Why don't you just throw us away like..."

"It's good to bury it in the ground, and it can save space..."

“......”

......

Roger knows that this group of second-class coercion is not afraid to run at all, but they can't run 200 meters when they run, TMD pure brand waste wood army!

"Shut up for me! Whoever dares to say a word more, I'll sew it up!" the boy jumped to his feet and yelled, not to roar, and his voice could not cover them.

But waste is waste, anyway, I didn't think about really making them sailors, just throw them on antique ships and use them as decorations.

Zombies with antiques are just right.

It would be more appropriate to find someone to repaint the ship and rename it the Black Pearl.

As for going to sea? It's the end of the 20th century, and you don't even have a seaman's certificate, a passport, a professional qualification certificate, a professional training certificate, or a health certificate.

Held... Driving this group of waste wood zombies, the three of them walked home, and the way home still knows, after all, they have lived here for more than three years, and they can recognize the road when there is fog, so they don't have to go back the same way.

After all, it took a night to get here, because I wanted to fight small monsters, there was no accurate route on the road, and the return trip was much faster, and the sky was bright, even though the fog was still thick, and the visual distance had expanded a lot.

Then there are more than 20 zombies around me, although the strength is weak, but it is more than enough to use as cannon fodder, and even monster raids don't have to worry about much, just hurry up.