In Zhang Fei's opinion, Sanqian is just a vase. Even if the owner likes it, he is still useful now. He knows that he will not attack Sanqian at this time. At worst, just say a few words. What else can he do?

what to do?

Sanqian looked at Zhang Fei with a smile, his fingers moved slightly, and the little demon on A Ci's waist suddenly attacked, and several thorny branches twitched hard on his mouth.

Zhang Fei's side face and lips suddenly pierced several holes, and the flesh and blood were turned out and blood flowed. But the little demon had a toxin numb nerves on his thorn. He just felt like he was stabbed for a moment, and then he had no reaction.

Zhang Fei touched his mouth in a daze, and the blood on his hands was red. He thought his lips were broken so he was bleeding more.

His painless expression formed a strong contrast with his hideous wounds, which made Ai Ke and Yang Qing feel a little scared when they saw it. Wuming next to him stood up a little straight.

Zhang Fei did not notice his strangeness, and reached out to grab the little demon's chest in anger and was beaten again, and was knocked down by force. Zhang Fei snorted, jumped up again, and kicked the little demon's branch and stepped on it.

He looked quite joking and said proudly, "What are you..."

Before he could say anything, Zhang Fei spit out a mouthful of blood with a thud. His pupils were wide and he didn't understand what was wrong with him. He looked down and found that his short sleeves were dyed red with red, and his chest was broken, revealing the wound. The wound was not deep, but it was almost as long as the waist. Zhang Fei opened his mouth and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood in succession. He looked at Xiao Yao and A Ci unwillingly, and his consciousness gradually blurred. He rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

The process was slow, but in fact it was very fast. Zhang Fei fell down after a dozen breaths. Although Gu Yi felt troublesome, he thought the little demon was instructed by A Ci, and he had to take care of what the young master had caused. He looked at Gu Shijiu, and the two dragged Zhang Fei aside and threw out the emergency medicine box to Yang Qing who was stunned.

"Band him up and put medicine on it, the smell of blood is too strong."

Yang Qing hesitated and said, "He, isn't he dead?"

"No, I just fell into a coma after losing too much blood." Gu Yi focused on the surroundings, afraid that the strong smell of blood would attract something.

Gu Shijiu's palm faced Zhang Fei, and the water ripples suddenly wrapped Zhang Fei into a ball, and then the water ball broke away from Zhang Fei and turned into a ball of blood. Shijiu's fingers turned, and the water ball rushed out of the glass and threw it out of the building.

The despair downstairs was filled with a disgusting face, and felt the strong smell of blood and whimpering. This smell was inexplicably attractive to the zombies.

Tong Le's eyes followed the movements of Shijiu, holding his hands hidden behind Sanqian tightly, and secretly gritted his teeth to control the bloodthirsty feeling that surged in his heart.

Sanqian felt Tong Le's tense muscles, and did not look back, but just slightly patted her back to comfort her.

Sanqian is one day better than Tong Lego. Tong Le can see the small thigh of hair behind Sanqian's head, the white and long neck. Under the translucent skin, you can see faint blood vessels, and the flesh and blood full of spiritual energy is really scary at this moment.

Tong Le turned his head hard and suddenly saw a pair of inquiring eyes. Wuming, who was standing in the corner of the wall, noticed her at some point, raised his head and exposed his upper half of his face, his high nose bridge and smooth forehead. The angular eyebrows made him look arrogant and ostentatious, completely different from the previous silent and gloomy feeling.

Wuming noticed Tong Le's vigilant eyes and opened his mouth to smile. His plump lips smiled like petals, and his smiley muscles bulged and plump his thin face looked much softer. However, Tong Le's mental power swept over and was frightened, his eyes wide and his mouth was slightly longer. The feeling of bloodthirsty in his heart was still concerned, but his body was stiff and he struggled hard, unable to control his whole body leaning against Sanqian.

Sanqian held Tong Le with his hands behind her back, and she also saw Wuming, and her eyes flashed with surprise. Then she was alert to Wuming, but she didn't expect that such a big Buddha was hidden in this team.

Wuming, even the end of the world, is well-known. He was alone, and he chose a convoy for unknown reasons. He was chased and disappeared for a whole year. After others laughed at him and forgotten, he suddenly appeared, attracting many zombies to destroy a city and people who fell into the glasses. From then on, everyone remembered Wuming, a lunatic, and no one dared to provoke him again.

Because of a little conflict, the base was destroyed after it gradually intensified, involving hundreds of thousands of innocent people. People condemned him, were afraid of him, and shouted to restrain him.

As a result, Wuming disappeared again. When he appeared again, he stood opposite the human, followed by a tall zombie. His eyes were red as blood. Even if he was a level six zombie, he would not do that. He just looked at the person opposite with these eyes, and trembled like a rabbit who was alert to the prickling ears when he saw a natural enemy. He smiled badly and laughed flamboyantly.

Sanqian had seen Wuming, and it was in that crowd that he had seen Wuming for the first time and the last time. Then he was injured and returned to the base and was killed by An Yao.

Sanqian couldn't figure out Wuming's intentions, but although he heard that Wuming was moody and vengeful, they had not offended him now, so nothing should have happened.

Wuming was also laughing all the time, his eyes moved from Tong Le to Sanqian and his body were full of interest. Sanqian felt like he was being targeted by a snake, his hair was standing on his back, and tiny particles appeared on his skin.

The undercurrents of the three people here were not noticed by others. Wuming lowered his head. Sanqian then let out a tone, feeling that the second he looked at each other was as long as a century. Wuming finally compared the lip shape to two words. Sanqian tried the two words: "Lele."

Lele, Tongle! Wuming knows Tongle's name!

Sanqian asked Tong Le with his eyes, and Tong Le shook her head blankly. She had never seen this person before!

Before the problem was resolved, the Zhao father and son came back, followed by many vines with teeth and claws.

"Help, Mr. Gu! Brother Fei! Brother Fei!"

Zhao Xinyu ran in the front, with only a thin layer of light gold shield left on his body, and his body was covered in scars and his clothes were torn.

Zhao Yuan held his right arm, ran a little exhausted, and followed his son panting. The vines behind him seemed to feel that their prey was about to escape. With a force of stretching out, Zhao Yuan's shield finally couldn't hold on and broke. He was so excited that he was sent forward and almost lay on the ground.

Three thousand promptly inspired a firebird talisman, and the vines retreated wherever they went, saving the lives of the two.

Zhao Yuan turned over and lay on the ground with difficulty, gasping for breath. He really felt like he was going to die just now.

Zhao Xinyu seemed to be stupid and sat not far away without pulling his father. He was happy to see the three thousand firebird talismans showing his power, and he survived. But when he thought of the reward... he couldn't help but have a thought, it would be great if his father almost died just now, he was alone...

No, no, no, what are you thinking! Zhao Xinyu waved his head and suppressed the dark thoughts in his heart. That's his father!

Trying to keep a smile, Zhao Xinyu helped Zhao Yuan up and said, "It's great, Dad, we are saved!"
Chapter completed!