The Last Rose 39
The girl who was originally very delicate and beautiful suddenly crawled towards her with such a twisted and weird attitude, even if she was as bold as Lanshuang, she felt furious in her heart.
This movement of the lower waist made her facial features also have a subtle change, a pair of eyes can not see black eyes, only the whites of the eyes, and she uses her hands and feet together to rush towards Lan Shuang at an extraordinary speed.
"Host, don't be stunned, hurry up and run." Lan Shuang came back to her senses. Just run away. But the garden is so big, where can you run? Almost as soon as she turned her head, the twisted man came to her, and grinned at her, bleeding from her mouth as she laughed, because of the upside-down position, the blood covered her face, and it looked even more hideous and terrifying.
Lan Shuang suddenly stopped, followed her example, and grinned.
888:“……”
He asked with a blank face, "Host, what are you doing?" ”
"I suddenly remembered how I had dealt with the butler before. To deal with this kind of pretending to be a ghost is to be even crazier and more desperate than them. ”
As the words fell, Lan Shuang sighed at the strange corpse in a more distorted posture.
The corpse suddenly froze, and the eyesless eyes showed a little dazed.
Lan Shuang felt that she had made the right bet, she recalled the appearance of the zombies she had encountered in the previous world, tried her best to imitate them, and while rushing towards the corpse, she let out a cry of unknown meaning, at first the corpse was motionless, but when Lan Shuang arrived in front of her, the corpse suddenly began to retreat.
888:“……”
888:“6666! ”
And this was just the beginning, after the corpse retreated, Lan Shuang was encouraged and began to perform more and more.
The corpse confronted her for a while, then suddenly turned around and ran, and Lan Shuang chased after her. The situation suddenly reversed, Lan Shuang suddenly changed from the weak side to the attacking side, and the corpse was chased by her around the rose bush and ran vigorously, using her hands and feet together, and her hair was dragged into a long line on the ground.
In the end, the corpse couldn't run, and it was paralyzed there motionless, as if it had broken the jar, Lan Shuang stopped, stood in front of her and straightened her waist, straightened her messy hair with her fingers, and asked her panting: "Do you accept it?" Still scaring me? ”
The corpse was silent.
"If you don't speak, I'll take you as a default, then I'm going to check your body now, see your identity, don't move."
As she spoke, she approached the corpse and scrutinized her clothes.
She wore a white loose dress with tiny flowers printed on it, a style that was easy to wear with an earthy taste. But it was unexpectedly suitable for this corpse, because she looked really gentle and elegant.
It's beautiful, but it's not aggressive, and even if there are no black eyes in those eyes, it's not hard to imagine what she's like when she's normal.
Lan Shuang touched her chin.
"You should be the sisters in front of you, right?"
Sometimes you can't tell your age from your face, but you can feel it from your temperament. Some people are born with an indescribable affinity, and if they don't speak, they will give people a very mature and reliable feeling.
The corpse still didn't speak, and Lan Shuang guessed that in this setting, she might just not be able to speak, after all, the person was already dead.
She looked closely at the dress, which had no pockets, nothing that could prove her identity.
Suddenly thinking of something, Lan Shuang looked up and looked up. However, it was at this glance that her face changed.
(End of chapter)