Devil's girlfriend of the last days

The mighty power of God, blessing the common people.

Perhaps it was the moment Fang Mo accepted her.

Perhaps Fang Mo didn't make any special demands on her.

Or maybe it was because Fang Mo had always been strong.

In Qin Xiaoyu's worldview, Fang Mo is a god!

A god who is invincible and able to protect himself is more effective than any shrine and Buddha statue, standing in front of him alive...

God!

Zhang Qiang opened his mouth wide, turned his head and glanced at Qin Xiaoyu. He found that the other party was not joking at all. The piousness in his eyes was even more sincere than the believers he had seen before kneeling before the shrine.

He looked at the swift figure in the group of corpses again. In addition to being invincible, he had a deep sense of security in his mind, as if standing by his side, all crises would disappear.

Yes, he is a god!

Fang Mo is the living god!

Zhang Qiang also started this kind of cognition. Although he has not fully accepted it, he is destined to have no more differences in the future.

God, do you need to question what you say?

…

boom!

Fang Mo kicked a zombie out with a single kick. Just as the other party was about to land, he appeared next to the zombie accurately, glanced indifferently at that dirty cheek, and coldly reached out his hand to take out a zombie gel. glue.

A little tired, but the mental state is excellent!

He has begun to adapt to the current world, especially when he is invincible among the zombies, he always feels that there will be a huge sublimation in his mind.

"Is this the desire to kill you mentioned?"

Fang Mo faintly raised his head, turned around without looking, and took a dig, a catastrophic gel appeared in his hand again.

Ye Qingcheng told him before that if a person gradually adapts to his strength, he will have a kind of dependence on strength, a kind of expansion.

At this time, even if she appeared, she would still be blown up.

"How is it possible? It's too late to love you..." Fang Mo whispered, and then watched hundreds of zombies still rushing in madly, he laughed: "Let me release this desire to your heart's content! "

He flew and charged, facing hundreds of zombies, as if he was the real demon.

Every move, every style, there will be one or several zombies falling to the ground, all his moves seem to be designed to face this time.

Every time he kills a zombie, he will have a refreshing emotion that bursts out in his heart.

This kind of emotional upswing made him turn all the zombies into a tool for venting!

Ye Qingcheng's closed training finally had a huge outbreak.

Long-term depression always fills people's mind with a kind of suffocation. After encountering such scenes, coupled with the power he possesses, he will inevitably burst out.

Perhaps what she said is right!

At this time, even if she stood here, she would still be beaten.

…

"This, this, this..."

Although Zhang Qiang has accepted a certain special setting of Fang Mo, at this time, he still stammered: "Isn't he tired?"

If you let him go, let alone kill the zombies, perhaps after being caught by the zombies, he won't even be able to break free.

However, Fang Mo seemed to be tireless, killing zombies frantically, no matter how crazy and ferocious they were, they were not as scary as him.

"tired?"

Qin Xiaoyu turned his head, smiled contemptuously, and then said, "God, I never get tired!"

Yes.

God, how can you be tired?

God is invincible, fearless, and unaware of fatigue. No matter how many people or things stand in front of God, they will all be extinguished by God's punishment.

Guru!Guru!

Zhang Qiang couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his eyes looking at Fang Mo had become demented, turned his head, and just about to speak, he saw a zombie rushing towards him staggeringly.

The speed is definitely not slow, at least much faster than him, unless he bursts out at his full speed.

"funeral……"

As soon as a word was spoken, Qin Xiaoyu had already easily solved the zombies, and then sneered, and glanced at him indifferently: "God, can give people power, haven't you heard of it?"

crazy!

This bitch is crazy!

Zhang Qiang was yelling in his heart, even if he already thought that Fang Mo was invincible, he could grant strength, it is simply impossible, but...

He also knew very well that with Qin Xiaoyu's thin and weak body, without special blessings, she might not be able to beat any zombies at all, and it was even more impossible to face it so easily.

"Perhaps, God will really be gifted?" Zhang Qiang suddenly thought of such a sentence, and then shook his head quickly, just about to speak, and found that there was someone standing in front of him.

His black suit was covered with blood, and all kinds of fishy smells kept emitting.

And he didn't have the slightest fatigue on his face, and his eyes were piercing. Except for a touch of unnoticeable fatigue, fermenting in the depths of his eyes, he was like a combination of a demon king and a god.

Suddenly, he laughed.

A warm, reassuring smile bloomed on his face: "What were you thinking about? It always feels like you have some bad thoughts..."

This person, of course, is Fang Mo.

Except for him, no one would be so complicated. On the one hand, it was horrible like a hell god, and on the other, it was reassuring and warm.

"No, no..." Zhang Qiang waved his hand quickly and explained: "I was just thinking about what Sister Qin said. I was a little lost. To you, I have absolutely no bad thoughts."

Before he knew it, he brought honorific words, psychologically he didn't dare, couldn't, and shouldn't have the slightest bad idea!

"Oh?" Fang Mo turned his head and glanced at Qin Xiaoyu.

The latter nodded, spoke softly, and said softly, "I just said, God, gives me strength, and you are that God!"

Fang Mo was stunned, really stunned.

Even in the face of hundreds of zombies, he did not hesitate at all.

However, at this time, he began to be in a daze.

God?

What are you talking about?

Isn't it about yourself?

Thinking of this possibility, he immediately laughed bitterly. What kind of god he is, at best, is a slightly stronger human being.

Maybe, this is still a Taoist believer?

Thinking of this, Fang Mo let go of the doubts in his mind. After all, what religion they believe in is their freedom and cannot be discriminated against or interfered.

"The hospital is right in front of you. Let's go in and find some medicine. I'm injured, alas..." Fang Mo sighed and showed his back.

It was dripping with blood, and I knew it was scratched.

No matter how powerful a person is, there will be times when the tiger will nap, let alone how?

Although, now he may not be a problem playing a tiger...

"Injured? Then would you..." Qin Xiaoyu's face immediately turned white, and the question she thought of was even more complicated. If Fang Mo was infected like this, who else could she go to?

God, is it going to collapse?

"No, with my current physique, this thing can't infect me at all." Fang Mo opened his mouth lightly, and walked into the hospital, and at the same time he turned around and said, "Hurry up and find medicine, otherwise, I'm afraid... "

Qin Xiaoyu and Zhang Qiang suffocated at the same time.

"Otherwise, it will be healed. This body's resilience is too strong." Fang Mo laughed loudly.