This zombie looks different

Not happy, "Can we just follow secretly like this?"

Their Wang Mingming was right in front of them, but they couldn't do anything, they could only watch from a distance, and they couldn't even appear in front of him.

"He will understand. I'm afraid that moment will not be too far away." The one-armed zombie sighed, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

The little baby's fleshy lips were flattened, and his feet were dangling in the air. He was not very willing to do this, but if it really made Wang feel better, then he would try his best to restrain and endure it.

"Chirp." The monster at the side turned around and jumped down the stairs, landing, he turned and ran into the darkness.

Disappearing in the darkness, running out of sight of the two figures, one big and one small on the roof, he immediately accelerated to the edge of the city.

Soon, he came back.

In the darkness, he poked his head out from the corner of the wall to see the one big and one on the roof who didn't like each other. He lowered his tail and sneaked into Zhong Qiuchen's building from an angle that the two of them couldn't see from the top of the building.

He went upstairs carefully without making a sound, and then gently placed the corpse of the zombie he had brought back from outside the city on his tail at the door.

The king should eat well, and if he eats well, he will not be hungry.

At dawn the next day, Zhong Qiuchen and the others saw the corpse as soon as they went out, and their faces turned pale instantly.

"Were there any dead bodies here last night?"

"No." Mo Ansen's face was ashen. When he came back last night, there was no corpse here, and there was only one existence in this city who could do this kind of thing.

"What is this? Threat? Intimidation?" Wu You's face was also livid.

When they didn't realize it at all, the other party put a corpse at their door, and he really couldn't think of other possibilities except to threaten and intimidate him.

And the corpse king really succeeded, he really threatened them, no one could still laugh when he knew that a three-evolved corpse king had come to his door last night.

"Let's go." Mo Ansen's eyes were as cold as ice.

On the tall building in the distance, looking at Zhong Qiuchen who came out of the house from a distance, after confirming that his body was not abnormal and his spirit was good, the three people on the roof breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, the one-armed zombie leaped to the side quickly, avoiding the knife that suddenly came towards his side.

"Tsk." The little baby with the knife in his hand smacked his mouth, very upset at his failure.

"What are you doing?" The one-armed zombie narrowed his eyes dangerously. Although he would not die just because he was stabbed, no one would be happy if he was stabbed suddenly.

The little doll gave a sneer that didn't fit her age image, and the next moment, four zombies emerged from the stairs and the nearby roof.

Three of the four zombies are evolved corpse kings. They are the other three corpse kings in this city. They are the existences he consciously created, and they are also his trump cards.

One of them has awakened consciousness but has not yet advanced to become a corpse king. The inch-headed zombie with a hole in its face stepped forward, bent down to pick up the little baby, and then quickly retreated behind the three corpse kings.

"I don't worry if there is nothing wrong with the king." The little baby said in a childish voice while playing with the knife, "Then let's continue with the previous one."

He glanced at the one-armed zombie and the monster, "Among the three of us, who has the final say."

They all hope that Wang Hao is right, and no one doubts it, but when the three of them say it, their opinions always conflict.

"Chirp." The monster who was not planning to participate in the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two immediately got excited, and its tail flicked.

He had the most contact with the king, and the king only gave him a name, and the king called him by his own name, so he must have listened to him.

You can't listen to a short-legged person.

"I was the first to find the king, and I have been guarding him all the time. I have stayed by his side the longest. I know him best, and of course he listens to me." The one-armed zombie ignored the monster that made him hate it so much, Curling the corners of his mouth, he looked at the little milk baby opposite who wanted to be hugged, "I can't listen to a short-legged kid."

Listening to the words of the one-armed zombie, reading the meaning of the monster, the little baby in his arms gritted his teeth, and roared angrily, "Go to hell!"