The devil attacks me every day

The crooked figure of the old man kept swaying under the candlelight, and the group of zombies who were slowly approaching kept shouting "ho ho" and turned towards the young man inside the house.

They rushed.

The zombie rushing to the front directly threw Yuan Songshu to the ground, and wrapped Yuan Songshu in it with a breath full of corpse smell.He bared his teeth towards

He bit him, but Yuan Songshu held his lower jaw and rolled over, suppressing the zombie.

Merely using physical strength to fight zombies is a disadvantage, not to mention that after inhaling the incense, the whole body becomes weak.Zombie's long fangs glowing in the night

Bai Guang, Yuan Songshu only looked in front of his eyes, but he didn't notice that another zombie behind him was rushing towards his back.

Meng Qi'an kicked the chair under Zhuang Nanmu, and Zhuang Nanmu fell limp to the ground, "???"

A smell of corpses rushed over his head, and it was Meng Qi'an's kick that made him avoid the attack of zombies just now.

Zhuang Nanmu was so weak that he lay on the ground for a long time without getting up, "...Thank you, Mr. Meng."

Meng Qi'an turned his head and saw the zombie behind Yuan Songshu, he picked up the stool rolled beside Zhuang Nanmu and threw it at the zombie.

Yuan Songshu turned around in shock when he heard the sound, and saw a ferocious face bumping towards him.

A broken stool leg was inserted straight into the zombie's head. There was no sharp knife for cutting iron like mud, and the stool leg only injured half of the zombie's head.

, The black blood and brain plasma, black, red and white, flowed stickily into Meng Qi'an's hands, and trickled down the back of Yuan Songshu's neck.

"You—" Yuan Songshu's expression turned green and white alternately, and there was almost a burst of soreness in his throat.

The grace of saving his life was true, but the pus, blood, and brain matter all sprinkled on his body, almost making the hygienic Yuan Songshu faint on the spot.

"Don't thank you for your kindness, so don't thank you!" Meng Qi'an didn't have time to take care of the fragile emotions of the cleanliness patients, so he took out a handful of Mingsha Chaoshu Liuming from his pocket.

As soon as the sprinkled Ming Sha touched the skin of the zombie, it turned red and scalded the zombie until it screamed.

Shu Liuming, who picked up a lifeless book, was covered by Mingsha, lost his eyes, and immediately cried.

"Meng Zhao!!!"

A melee.

After all, they are the children of the immortal family, and they are also a generation of arrogance. Although Meng Qi'an and Yuan Songshu lack spiritual power, they can barely block the attack of more than a dozen zombies.

Shu Liuming and Zhuang Nanmu, who were powerless to fight back, protected Shu Liuming and Zhuang Nanmu behind them, resisting the zombies that kept rushing up.

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu to come.

The flying sword was controlled by someone behind it, and it pierced through the heads of two zombies as soon as it entered the door, and the dead bodies fell to the ground with a plop.then straight

Then he stabbed in the direction of the old man, only heard a 'dang' sound, the spirit sword was shaken away, and the black energy on the old man's body was surging.

Zhuang Nanmu was overjoyed, "It's from my family..."

Meng Qi'an was surprised that this old man was invulnerable to swords and swords. This is not an ordinary soldier. He can control the aim of the spirit sword from a long distance and is so precise. Let alone

It can only be supported by the cultivation base of Hualing Daoxian.

And such an expert's spirit sword can't hurt the old man at all—what kind of monster is this old man who can speak and move in front of him!

A strange sound of xun loomed amidst the sound of swords and swords.Zhuang Nanhai's eyes turned to the direction of Qiongshan, and Huai Xianjun's excessive picture appeared in his mind.

Thin, sickly face.

Sure enough, the old man didn't stay any longer, and quietly left in the group fight with the only girl among the zombies who didn't come forward to attack.

That part of the sound of the xun sounded like weeping and laughing, and it was endlessly mournful. When the master of the flying sword came through the sky, the sound of the xun gradually stopped until it became silent.

The flying sword opened the way, and the remaining dozen or so zombies had their heads cut off and fell sideways in an instant.Black blood oozes from dirty skulls and severed necks

Dye the ground in the hut into a mess.

The man who walked in step by step on the ground was covered with blood. He was dressed in white and a dark blue cloak. He was tall, with the moonlight behind his back.

I can't see the face clearly.The ground was obviously covered with blood, but his white boots were not stained with blood at all.When he got closer, the yellowish candlelight reflected

A soft face.

The candle flickered slightly, and the visitor combed his hair from the sideburns on his forehead to the back of his head, and used a piece of ivy to comb it into a short bun. The wind blew away the dull sandalwood fragrance in the room, and he

With flying long hair and cloak blowing, she blended into the night silently.

The weak Zhuang Nanmu was startled at first, then ecstatically, and rushed towards the man, "Brother! Why are you here!"

Zhuang Nanhai only felt a 'buzz' in his ears, his whole body was numb as if being pricked by a needle, and he was at a loss for a moment.

He looked at the face that was exactly the same as his own, and the ringing in his ears gradually disappeared, turning into voices of people of different genders and ages.

.

"Brother Nanhai!"

"Master Zhuang."

"Look! It's Master Zhuang!"

"Qing'er, you are back."

"elder brother!"

"Really Zhuang."

"Brother Zhuang!"

Then a gentle, young voice called him with a smile, "Zhuang Nanhai, here."

·

elder brother?Meng Qi'an looked at the person coming.

It is well known that Zhuang Nanmu has a genius elder brother. Due to the age difference between the two, Zhuang Nanmu has attracted much attention since he was born.

At the same time, I can't help being pulled out to compare with my brother from time to time.

Zhuang Nanmu's ability to be among the five sons of Tianjiao at the age of 17 is already considered outstanding, but compared to his elder brother, everyone can only comment on whether he is not

Too mediocre'.

And Zhuang Qing in Zeshu Mansion is Zhuang Nanmu's genius brother.

Zhuang Qing is 29 years old, and she is already a Daoist in the Hualing Realm.As the saying goes, "a hundred-year Taoist, a thousand-year Taoist, and a ten-thousand-year Taoist", Zhuang Qing only used twenty

In the coming year, I have gone through too many truly mediocre monks' long journey of practice for 1000 years.

It is rumored that he was born with a fairy bone, and he was close to forming an alchemy just by absorbing the essence of day and night.A newborn baby can't control the body

Spirit power accidentally injured many people.If it wasn't for Liuhe'No.1' Tao Changyu passing Zhuang's residence outside Zhuang, and taking him back as his own disciple

Wan Tingzong, Zhuang Qing probably exploded to death due to out of control of spiritual power when he was young, and there is no so-called 'natural supreme' in this world.

Because of his countless honorary titles, teenagers have been very curious about him since childhood.At this time, they all stared at the young man who was rushing towards Zhuang Nanmu,

Sneaky look up.

Shu Liuming wiped away his tears for a long time, and now he was finally about to cry out all the tears in Mingsha's eyes.

Zhuang Qing, who was in the room, praised while crying: "Tsk, don't say that he is majestic and majestic, but just looking at his suave and extraordinary face

I know that he is a talented person..."

The blood on the back of the collar was exuding a disgusting smell of corpses, Yuan Songshu's face turned green and then pale, and he resisted the urge to take off all the clothes on his body

Desire, trying to divert his attention by bickering, "I didn't even know you knew so many idioms."

"Hey, that's what you said." Shu Liuming kept blinking and crying, "It's not like you don't know my status in the clan...my father knows that Zhuang Nan

If you don't want to participate in this battle of Tianjiao, why does Bara put me in so hard? ... Qian Chuan Wan Chuan flattery does not wear, I first make a draft to practice. "

"Hey, what's your expression? Am I wrong?... Hey, why is this zombie blood so sticky?" Shu Liuming rubbed his palms with disgust.

He rubbed the blood on the hem of his clothes casually, but didn't wipe it off, and then wiped away the tears streaming down his face, and now his face was not only criss-crossed with tears, but also black and red.

Looking at Shu Liuming's face, Yuan Songshu felt that the stench of the corpse was even more unbearable, so he turned his head and shut up.

Meng Qi'an rarely had the opportunity to look up at people, and Zhuang Qing was one of them.At this moment, he is stroking Zhuang Nanmu's head with a smile, like a knife carving

The profile of the face was softened by the flickering candlelight.

"Brother! It's a good thing you're here!" Zhuang Nanmu is obviously a person who can't shut up the chatterbox when he sees his relatives.

"The old man doesn't know what kind of monster it is. It's okay if the sword doesn't invade, how can he still say it can move? And those zombies also listen to him...

By the way, we also found a lot of corpses in the mass graves, they were obviously dug out from the ground, but they were just dead..."

The more Zhuang Qing listened, the more dignified his expression became. In the end, he turned into a blue spirit bird, which flew into the starless and moonless pitch-black sky, as if

like a moving star.

"It's okay." He comforted his younger brother, "I have sent a message back to Wan Ting, and some disciples will come to investigate in a few days."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the remaining three teenagers in the room.

The boy in the silver-gray suit wiped away his tears without knowing what was in his eyes, while the boy in white looked disgusted and disgusted

, It seems that the body is very bad.

The remaining slender young man in plain navy blue clothes stood among the blood-stained corpses.He has no extra ornaments

, simply combed a high ponytail with the hairband of the same color as the clothes.The two strands of broken hair in front of the forehead were stained with black and red blood and stuck to the cheeks, making the young man look

Zhang Junxiu's beautiful face became a little harsh.

Serious?How could he see such an expression on the face of a boy of his age?

Zhuang Qing couldn't help but look at Meng Qi'an a few more times. When he saw the boy carelessly wiping the blood on his face and neck with his dirty sleeve, he seemed to be looking at Meng Qi'an.

Arriving at a proud leopard that was injured while hunting and finally got its prey.The boy's face was supposed to be the least intimidating, but every move he made was against blood.

Fishy habit.

"Who is he?" Zhuang Qing asked.

"Ah?" Zhuang Nanmu followed Zhuang Qing's point of view, "Oh, Mr. Meng, his name is Meng Zhao, his name is Qi An, and he is from the Meng family of Liufeng Mansion.

Although Mr. Meng is as old as me, he is much stronger than me... It is said that he was picked up by the Meng family when he was several years old, and he successfully formed the alchemy and broke through the Tao in just ten years

In this fight, I was severely suppressed by him... He seems to be able to do everything with ease, as if he still keeps his hands. "

As soon as Zhuang Nanmu finished speaking, he heard a cold snort coming from outside the house, "Second Young Master's words are too ambitious for others."

His voice was contemptuous, with deep disdain.

The cold snort came so suddenly that Zhuang Nanmu didn't realize it for a while, and only recognized someone when he saw him coming in, "Zhuang Beichuan? Why are you here?

"

As if thinking of something again, he pursed his lips and expressed reluctance, and added: "Brother Beichuan."

The author has something to say:

Zhuang Nanhai in the memory is written as Zhuang Qing.

The following is a crazy complaint, please skip it directly: This article has been arranged by myself for n many fight scenes and I have to write it, and I am the least good at writing this kind of action scene cards

Vinka got me! !

Can you believe it, this chapter was written in 3 days :)

What got stuck was the zombie group frame written like a shit :) It’s just a few hundred words, I crashed when I thought about writing it and went to play (really

It's not that I'm playful QAQ)

Why don't we stop writing fighting dramas in the future? Anyway, the writing is ugly hahahahaha