Seven Hundred and Seventieth Chapters Manslaughter Men

The berserk zombie slowly calmed down under the power of the female zombie in a dress. He raised his head, and the purple-blue blood vessels on his face squirmed strangely. The pair of dark but shining purple eyes under the bangs were exposed, reflecting a violent and fierce expression.

Except for the fifth-level female zombies in white skirts, other zombies still dare not approach.

Panting, Mo Yan raised his head and scanned around, and found that one of the sixth-level first-level kings was missing. There are still five second-level kings.

"Ho—?" Where did he go?

Mo Yan roared while panting, his voice carried an irresistible coercion.

When he asked, the breath of other zombies paused slightly, and they became much quieter. But the zombies still didn't dare to approach him, but looked at him from a distance.

Seeing them like this, Mo Yan turned his head and looked at the female zombie with this terrifying face.

The female zombie froze when he saw it, but soon she bravely uttered: "Hey..."

Mo Yan was stunned for a while, and looked at her with some doubts.

The companion, she said, was dead.

What Mo Yan wondered was how did that subordinate die, and what happened when he did it?

That's right, Mo Yan's mania has become more and more violent recently, and the frequency of his actions is also increasing. And every time after doing it, when I wake up, there is always a mess around me. And he doesn't remember anything.

The female zombie turned her head to look at the other zombies. The other zombies all look at me and I look at you. Then a second-level king retreated quietly, and quickly disappeared here.

But it wasn't long before he reappeared. Holding a corpse in his hand, the corpse has been charred. There was a burnt smell that the zombies could not smell.

Mo Yan was stunned when he saw the corpse. What made him stunned was not the horrible appearance of the corpse, but the energy of his supernatural ability remaining on the corpse.

So, this shows that this subordinate was struck to death by himself with lightning...

He actually hacked to death the subordinate he had trained by himself during the manic operation. Although these subordinates are not human beings, they have followed him for two or three years anyway, and they are all his subordinates. He's not human anymore anyway, and he hates humans.

Seeing the death of the zombies who had been with him the longest, Mo Yan's zombie heart ached. Even for the six subordinates who were taken away by that strange zombie not long ago, he didn't feel so heartbroken. Because he knew that the other party was a female zombie, but he couldn't feel that she had any killing intent towards him or his subordinates. Even though he was planning to attack her in the base at that time, the other party did not show any real killing intent.

He intuitively felt that nothing would happen to the zombies captured by her, so he finally gave up fighting the female zombies. Anyway, sooner or later, he will go back one day, and he just needs to find a way to get them back.

But now when he saw the lifeless corpse in front of him, his heart was heavy.

His heavy breath has already affected the surrounding zombie kings. All the zombies silently lowered their aura, and at the same time acted as if they didn't dare to show their breath.

But soon Mo Yan put away the breath fluctuations on his body, and walked slowly to the side of the corpse.

The zombies who brought the corpse had already retreated.

Heartache is heartache, but since he is dead, he can only force himself to accept it. Fortunately, his heart has hardened a lot now, and there will be no more fluctuations.

Even if he lost a subordinate now, he was still hacked to death by himself. He felt a little pity, a little heartache, and a little guilt.

It's as if I have raised several very obedient dogs, and I like them very much, but one day I accidentally killed one of them. that feeling.

Mo Yan walked to the corpse, knelt down and sighed at the corpse. Then he opened his claws and slammed his five fingers into the corpse's head.

"Crack——" With a slight snap of his wrist, the zombie's head was torn open.

After taking out the corpse core from inside, he squeezed it in the palm of his hand.

The corpse core was shattered, and soon turned into energy and penetrated into Mo Yan's palm.

Mo Yan stood up and turned his head to look in the direction of Huaxia Base. He sensed that there were two new auras over there, and he had encountered them not long ago.

It's interesting that the female zombie came running!

The blood vessels on Mo Yan's face slowly receded to the left half of his face again, shrinking on the side of his neck and a small part of his cheek. A bright light flashed in his eyes.

"Roar—" He turned his head and gave another order to the zombies.

All the zombies rushed away immediately, running so fast.

The tasks Mo Yan gave them were still the same as before. Summon the zombie hordes, the more the merrier!

He looked at the surrounding area of ​​the Huaxia base into a huge zombie circle, and felt that it was not enough. not enough! Those powerful supernatural beings haven't come out yet! The one with the highest ability on the city wall is only at level six, and I haven't seen a single one at level seven.

It seems that the tide of corpses he created didn't put enough pressure on them!

On the other side, in Huaxia's internal command room, everyone was already sitting around the semicircular conference table in front of the big screen.

Those who can sit on the table are naturally leaders. Lin Qiao's position was arranged on the far side, acting like a vase.

At least in the eyes of these leaders and directors, Lin Qiao is just beautiful. As for strength, how strong can you be if you just entered the seventh level? Looking at Wu Chengyue next to her, everyone felt tacitly that Wu Chengyue helped her get this collar.

"It seems that this situation is still very optimistic, at least it has not yet used the seventh-level powerhouse." Wu Chengyue is in the middle to the right of Sikong Chen, and he said with a smile while leaning on the back of the chair with his arms folded. From time to time, his eyes swept towards the position next to Lin Qiao.

Sikong Chen sat facing the front of the screen. On the left is Gao Haoyun.

Wu Chengyue originally wanted to sit next to Lin Qiao, but someone rushed to sit down faster than him. This person is Hu Zhiyong.

He thought that even if Hu Zhiyong was lustful, he would not dare to touch Lin Qiao at this important meeting. However, before Lin Qiao sat down, this man dared to stretch out his salty pig's hand to pull Lin Qiao's hand.

He also smiled and asked Lin Qiao to sit down, while rubbing his hands on Lin Qiao's.

Lin Qiao stood still, smiled calmly and said to Hu Zhiyong who was holding his hand and rubbing it non-stop: "Director Hu, don't blame me for not reminding you. My subordinates are poisonous."

The smile on Hu Zhiyong's face froze, and then he said indifferently: "Really? Beauty, your hands are so slippery, how could they be poisonous?"

There was an expression of indifference on his face, but his hands were loosened.

Lin Qiao sat down with a smile and said, "You should be glad you only touched me with one hand."

Hu Zhiyong looked into Lin Qiao's eyes seriously, and thought for a while that this woman must be lying to him. It can't be really poisonous. If it was poisonous, wouldn't his hands be fine now?

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