The walking corpse was unconscious, only had the instinct to attack, and couldn't think, and was directly knocked to the ground by Ning He, locking its neck with its scissor legs, and it instantly lost the target of the attack, so the strength of the struggle was not great.

Ning He's pair of scissor feet tightly clamped its neck like iron tongs, slowly tightened it inward, and twisted it in the opposite direction hard, the neck of the walking corpse was stubbornly like Chu Yuxing's stomach, this state was stalemate for a quarter of an hour, Ning He simply used his hands and feet together, locked the arms of the walking corpse with both hands, and the scissor legs continued to work hard.

......

When the walking corpse met Ning He in this secret realm, and the two sides staged a game of chasing love with "it chases, he escapes, and he can't fly", they don't know that in fact, all the gifts of fate are secretly marked with a price.

When it was put up with the risk of broken eggs by Ning He, and when her legs wrapped around its neck, she should understand that it couldn't afford the price behind it.

If it hadn't been touched by Ning He's heartstrings, it would have been great, it wouldn't have been so humiliated, not only would it have to be ridden, but it would have to die again.

Probably because he likes to eat spinach, Ning He proved that he had a miracle with practical actions, and he still achieved the final victory, the head of the walking corpse was directly twisted by his scissor legs with a "click", showing a 90-degree right angle state, directly completing the quadratic of the corpse's life.

His heart was suddenly relieved, and he hurriedly let go of the hands and feet that locked the walking corpse, with years of experience in watching films, generally those who don't mend the knife will cheat the corpse, he understands this routine, he understands, so he wittily stabbed the walking corpse several times with his sword. Then he sat on the ground and exhaled deeply.

Very good, his father's noble son was saved today.

......

"Ning He!"

An elegant female voice sounded in the silence, and when Ning He heard this voice, his heart was happy, it was a happy voice.

He looked up at the source of the sound, only to realize that his surroundings had changed, and he had returned to the "greedy and hateful" door that was similar to the library.

The girl not far away was as dazzling as the sun and fire, and the skin lined by the flame in her eyebrows became whiter and fairer, she squinted her peach blossom eyes and waved at him.

Next to her stood a long black boy with a cold temperament, silent and introverted.

Wow, that's a pretty good picture.

Before Ning He could finish sighing, he saw the young man in black turn slightly sideways and stretch out a hand to cover the eyes of the girl in red.

Then, the young man in black's narrow eyes moved slightly, and raised his eyes to look straight at him.

The two looked at each other.

Shao Mo stared at him coldly, with a bright expression and wrote, "This person is really unbearable, and I feel spicy when I look at it more."

Ning He: "......"

What's wrong? Why do you look at him like this? What does that look that want to speak and stop with a hint of disgust mean?

It's only been a while, and he is so hot that his eyes are hot, otherwise why would Shao Mo cover Huanhuan's eyes?

Or is love going to disappear?

Ning He was frightened by Shao Mo's operation and hurriedly checked his face, well, it was still as smooth and perfect as a shelled egg.

He scratched his head, he really couldn't understand why Shao Mo looked at him like this, but he had always been a witty ghost who "don't think about things you can't figure out, and think in vain anyway", he instantly left it behind, and shouted at Shao Mo and Lu Duhuan with his throat: "Huanhuan, Shao Mo, come here." ”

Hey, it's not that he doesn't want to move, the main thing, as soon as he moves, this is the catwalk, and he is the Ning Weimi Angel who walked out of the delicate little inner eight.

Hmph, the eldest husband would rather lie down with broken eggs than walk with chrysanthemums.