"Daddy-" A heartfelt affectionate call, this call was like a father and son who had been separated for many years and finally reunited, and the owner of the voice pounced on his father like this, but this kind of flutter was fatal to block the staircase of the corridor, and countless silver-haired monsters screamed like this and surged towards the surrounded silver-haired boy.

"Stains, that's a nuisance. Hey, I don't remember having such a bunch of sons. Helplessly, the silver-haired boy in the uniform of the student union. "Excuse me, who the are your kids?" asked curiously, but what was not ambiguous was the baton in his hand waving mercilessly killing these miniature versions of themselves, that is, monsters.

Green bodily fluids were splattered everywhere, or rather, Gushur's back was entirely covered with the bodily fluids and corpses of these dead monsters. And when the person was slaughtered, he was also distracted and complained about words such as 'clothes have to be reimbursed', and it seemed that these monsters were not worth mentioning in his eyes.

Is it because he is too strong as the student council president, or are these guys too weak? Could it be that those missing seniors were scared to death? Is it possible to have a crowd tactic? Why are there so many words? Where did they hide the teaching building before? Isn't it too vegetable? Obviously, it is based on itself.

No, it's too much, you can't finish fighting! With his fire magic, he blasted away a large pile of reptiles in front of him that attacked again, and taking advantage of this gap, Gushur smashed open the window on the side of the corridor and jumped out of the window.

This is the fifth floor, and if gravity pulls out of the fifth floor, ordinary people will undoubtedly fall to their deaths, but under the influence of magic. After jumping out of the window, Gushuer's feet immediately attached to the wall like a gecko, and his body was at a 90-degree right angle to the wall, and he began to run.

"Is the sixth floor the source?" Thinking like this, Gushuer didn't care about the creeping creatures that came one after another from his broken windows, and broke through directly along the perimeter of the teaching building to the sixth floor, breaking the window of any classroom on the sixth floor, and getting in.

And when he saw the scene in the room, Gushuer was unexpectedly shocked. "It's—"

Like the intestinal lining of some kind of creature, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a biochemical laboratory, countless huge translucent balls of flesh stick to all parts of the room, which seems to be wrapped in captured 'prey', and at the same time, the room is also filled with an unpleasant smell of minced meat.

But what shocked Gushur was not here, he saw it. His vice president was wrapped in one of the meat balls, along with another unknown male student. Well, the two ** presented each other, hugging each other in an ambiguous posture of gay.

"Although I can understand that the terrain here is too small and there are too many hostages, so one meat ball is the fortress of two people, and the naked body is due to the corrosion and digestion of the clothes, but-hate my eyes. Gushuer blocked his eyes with his hands and held the wall in pain, his spirit was currently suffering tons, and now he turned around and left as if it was too late to see this scene!

No, isn't that putting the cart before the horse! The purpose of coming here is to save him.

"So the other victims are here. He looked around and rubbed his baton against one of the balls of meat that was close to him, and with the sound of a snap, the balls exploded. And the student in the meat ball also fell down sticky and lay on the ground.

"And gas. Gushur checked it with his hand on his nose, and it seemed that the guys were just unconscious. However, a few days later, maybe there will be no scum left to digest it, but it is obvious that you can't save it all by yourself. The student president's sense of responsibility made Gushuer's expression solemn. Do you want to withdraw first or do your best to carry at least one of them? Thinking about it like this, he couldn't help but look at his roommate, and at the same time, he was also his vice president

After silently watching the vice president for three seconds, Gushuer came up with an answer. "Wait for me, I'll save you when I get back. Well, hold on. He said in a deep voice. Sure enough, if you have a 'bad thing' on your body, oh no, if it's a cumbersome thing, it may affect your escape speed, so if you can't escape from the encirclement, you can only be sent to death with everyone. This is righteousness! It's not like being disgusted with a behind your back or anything.

The monster outside the window suddenly stopped moving for some reason, and although I didn't understand the reason, it also made it easier for me to escape. Just as Gushur climbed out of the window,

A dark shadow crept up behind him

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"Sartre, hurry up and keep up!" Just like the girl's passionate personality, she has bright red hair. A girl with a twin sword dragged a teenager in her hand as she walked through the abandoned school building.

Obviously, there are rumors of monsters here, but they still rush here to explore, if they are not looking for death, then they are guilty of two heads. And the teenager's conclusion about his sister is the latter. Obviously, they were attacked once

"Just leave it to the people in the student council. Such an uncomfortable reply. A red-haired boy carrying a large sword wrapped in strips of rune cloth. At this time, I should have gone back to sleep in the dormitory after eating.

"Don't you feel unwilling? Yan Mo retorted without a huff. "And if the monster is not destroyed for a day, then there will still be victims, so we are helping the weak!" said to himself as if he raised his fist. A raging flame called Bloody Blood, burns in the background.

"Yes" has nothing to do with himself at all, he was not affected by Yan Moling's blood, let Yan Moling drag him, Sartre's faint gaze moved elsewhere. "Ahh

"Hey, it's all here, do you still want to go back?" The younger brother stopped, Yan Moling instinctively thought that Sartre wanted to go back by herself, but when she turned back to prepare for the oral training, she found that Sartre's eyes were looking at another place.

"There," Sartre gestured to the staircase in the corner hallway.

It was a round pillar.

Next to the pillar was a pink-haired young girl with a right ponytail, and from the perspective of Yan Mo Ling and Sartre, the girl seemed to be staring blankly at something, looking at the guy behind the stone pillar

A silhouette play woven by the moonlight, the guy behind the stone pillar is a monster on the wall reflected in the moonlight? Judging from the shadow, the tentacle-like flexible attack method seems to be too arrogant to raise its head, revealing a monster-like hideous laugh, and the one under its feet is undoubtedly a victim who is already in danger. The little girl next to her must have been stunned when she saw this scene.

Hurry up and save them, Yan Mo Zero came to this conclusion in an instant. Let go of Sartre and pull out the dual swords behind his back, Yan Moling quickly rushed forward. The whole process was done in one go, the so-called warrior reaction.

The young girl in the right ponytail was frightened by the movement of Yan Moling rushing over. I finally came back to my senses. At the same time, when she came back to her senses, Yan Moling had already rushed in front of her, protecting her behind her, and at the same time, put on a defensive posture on guard. Looking at the enemy in front of you?

Yan Mo Zero: "Ale?" There are no hideous monsters in front of him, pressing the victim under him, and doing such and such bloody scenes that must be coded. Some just look like the young girls behind them belong to twin girls.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a long time. "It seems that after some strenuous exercise, the bangs stick to the forehead, and the sideburns are sweaty. Tina wiped her face with her sleeve and smiled apologetically. At the same time, he also noticed the strange girl in front of Tifa. "Sister, are you—?" asked asking, tilting his head.

"Yan Mo Zero, Class 3 of the 1st grade Douqi Department, a freshman. Well, you can call me Senior Sister Yan. "What, it's just an illusion, and it doesn't seem to be dangerous. Yan Mo Zero relaxed. Happily introduced himself and put down the sword in his hand.

Sartre, who walked over slowly, couldn't help but be a little stunned when he saw this scene. Did nothing really happen? No, he noticed the harmless, smiling little girl with a slab of unidentified green liquid on her hands, and a puddle of softened green water under her feet.

Tina (confused): "Allah, sister, why don't you look good"

Tifa (can't help but turn his head): "No, nothing. "How can I be in a good mood when I see the scene of the whipping corpse, or that my sister can't be so zombie when she turns black.