Zombie Love Handbook

The pink-haired man laughed as if he heard some joke, and the smile became more and more unstoppable, and finally turned into strange laughter.

"what are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at your arrogance, Wang." The pink-haired man caressed his doll lovingly, as if he was stroking his ignorant Wang in this way.

"Arrogance?" Fang Yan repeated, not knowing whether he was asking the pink-haired man or himself.

Fang Yan didn't seem to be in a hurry to act, or looked down on the pink-haired man's methods at all. He sat on the eaves unscrupulously, under the dim moonlight, swaying his legs carelessly, as if he was thinking about some profound question, while the pink-haired man After the man laughed enough, he asked, "Why do you judge that I am the king?" What Fang Yan wanted to ask was actually why the other party judged that he was of the same kind as him.

"Of course..." Halfway through speaking, the man laughed again, his handsome face looked strange and terrifying because of traces of stitches, "Of course I have nothing to say."

"Then can I beat you to the point where you want to talk?" Fang Yan asked, he felt that the other party's character was really not very pleasing.

The pink-haired man tilted his head, thought about the feasibility, and finally shook his head with a strange smile, "I'm afraid it won't work~"

Unless the zombie loses its crystal nucleus, it won't really die even if its face is blurred or its limbs are severed. Does it hurt?Zombies are not afraid of this thing, and he is even less afraid of this thing, he even likes to seek pleasure in pain.feel.

Fang Yan looked at the pink-haired man with doubts in his deep eyes. He was more human than he imagined. If a high-level zombie can already speak and has such rich facial expressions, then it is possible that he is a zombie extremely high.

Fang Yan is now in a very contradictory stage. He doesn't want to admit that he is a zombie, but he has to face this answer that is getting closer to the truth.

Why are things so complicated.

When Fang Yan was thinking about this complicated issue, the pink-haired man made a move. He could use his mental power to create illusions to plot against Fang Yan. Could it be that he waited for Fang Yan to attack him before he started to attack?

A silk thread came out of nowhere in his hand. The silk thread, which was so thin that it was hard to catch with the naked eye, pulled the doll's limbs, allowing the doll to move freely with his movements. At this moment, Fang Yan felt a pulling sensation. A mysterious force is manipulating his limbs.

He is controlled.

With Fang Yan's character, maybe he should be amused by this novel power, but since Fang Yan woke up, he has never been so uncontrollable. It can be seen from the uncontrolled heartbeat before that he doesn't like it very much. control.

Fang Yan's eyes turned cold, and he looked at the man playing with the puppet expressionlessly, the black in his eyes gradually turning into scarlet.

The pink-haired man could sense that Fang Yan's aura had completely changed.

The young man with scarlet eyes had natural cruelty in his eyes, and he looked at him as well, but before, it was displeasure after being offended and indifference towards the dead, but now the other party has no emotion in his eyes or face, but just looks at him The last glance was like seeing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Cold, bone cold.

Some people actually want to surrender if they don't do anything.

The pink-haired man's body trembled non-stop, not from fear, but from excitement.

This trembling feeling from the depths of his soul made him more interested. Fang Yan with scarlet eyes under the moonlight was very beautiful, and he strongly wanted to defeat him.

The thin thread ran across the fingers, and the blood melted into the silk thread, and the power to control the puppet became stronger under the baptism of blood.

Fang Yan was still sitting on the eaves, clearly seeing the invisible silk thread that floated in the void and could control him. Now he is like a puppet doll, controlled by huge hands.

Fang Yan looked at the thread for a long time, how could these mere lines really control him, Fang Yan felt that as long as he wanted, he could easily break free, but he still had to look at the other party badly and found that he could not control him at all. What expression is it.

Fang Yan didn't like his indifference towards ants, but he couldn't help but want to do it, cruel.The storm factor seems to be hidden deep in his body, but it has not been fully stimulated.

Sighing softly, Fang Yan flicked the silk thread wrapped around his hands and feet. The seemingly random flick concealed a huge force, and all the silk threads broke under that careless flick.

When Fang Yan stepped on the opponent's chest, he was not surprised by the result at all. He knew that he was strong, and it was not difficult to deal with something that used to be used as rations, but he was not in a hurry to really kill the opponent and take out the opponent's crystal. nuclear.

He asked a question, a simple and stupid question, "Do you know who you are?"

"Of course, I still remember that I was thrown into the laboratory by my relatives after the end of the world. It was really a wonderful memory." The pink-haired man coughed up a mouthful of blood, and it was uncomfortable to speak. His pink hair was stained with blood, but he still Laughing, laughing crazy and crazy.

Fang Yan's eyes have returned to black, and a trace of confusion flashed through his obsidian-like eyes. Others have different pasts, which may be memorable for a lifetime or heartbreaking, but he doesn't remember anything.

It's been long enough since Fang Yan's hand reached out to the pink-haired man's head. The man is actually very young and looks about the same age as Fang Yan. If that face is intact, I don't know how handsome it is. He was still clutching the tattered doll, and he was not afraid to see that Yubai's hand reaching out to his head, but smiled and said:

"I didn't expect that the king would not let the same kind go, but that's right, which high-level zombie doesn't become stronger by devouring the same kind, but can you allow me to do one before I die?"

Fang Yan is a good talker, and when he heard the words, he moved his feet away from the other party, not afraid that the other party would fight back when he was about to die.

The pink-haired man wiped the blood from his lips with difficulty, brought his dilapidated doll to his lips and kissed it lightly, and then closed his eyes contentedly, "Okay, please do as you please." He didn't show any weird smiles anymore, but greeted his own death calmly.

It is the first time that Fang Yan has truly realized that zombies are also a carrier of life. Before he ate the stones in the zombie's head, it was like eating oranges or mushrooms. It was just a way to absorb energy. He instinctively Absorbing energy and working hard to become stronger, this pink-haired man is a great tonic for him. He used to be tempted by this, and he didn't hesitate to let it go before, but now he doesn't want to eat it.

Fang Yan picked up the doll's fallen arm and placed it on the pink-haired man. After looking at it for a while, he left without saying a word.

Sensing Fang Yan's series of movements, the pink-haired man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Fang Yan in amazement, "What are you?"

"Suddenly don't want to kill, can't you?" Fang Yan went back the same way without looking back. He just wanted to throw himself into Jiang Yu's arms and tell the other party what he should do if he accidentally broke someone else's doll, and His chest was inexplicably tight, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

He... misses him very much.

The sky gradually turned white, the rising sun kissed the clouds in the sky, and the light morning light filled the earth.

Fang Yan, who was on his way, met his elder brother Jiang Yu at an inappropriate time and place.