Devil's girlfriend of the last days

Gundam, figure?!

Fang Mo felt that he was about to suffocate. He raised his head in disbelief and said to the girl: "No kidding? If you give me your hands like me, Gundam will give me...then I, just go. save you!"

"Hold the grass!"

"You are Superman!"

"God, is this a superman?!"

"really……"

"Illusion, everything I just saw, everything I heard is an illusion, everything is illusion, like a dream, but also an illusion."

"Dao Kedao... Bah!"

"Downstairs, can you guys stop talking? The zombies at my door have already begun to rage, obviously they are going to treat me as a snack."

"Then you dare to speak? Are you crazy..."

The people on the floor were originally in a terrifying scene, and the pressure was called horror.

However, their wisdom is not bad.

After all, everyone here is at least the employees of high-end companies.

So after the COS girl shouted out, they all waved the flag directly.

However, they still dare not speak.

It wasn't until Fang Mo had a response, and it was a shocking response, that they couldn't control their desire to speak, and said what they didn't dare to speak at all.

It is really……

It was shocking.

At any rate, he is also a person who can cross the apocalypse, he looks like the protagonist, but...

what is this?

Gundam, figure?!

"I knew, what kind of computer I learned at the beginning, and how good it would be to learn more original paintings. Now I must have a house in my house."

"Don't tease the one upstairs, Lao Tzu is an original painter, but in my room, there is not a single figure, even more than half of Gundam."

"By the way, are you not afraid? The zombies are just outside the door."

"I'm afraid of being an egg, look at other COS girls, who seized the opportunity, and then got rescued by that great god. Obviously, we are going to escape. Are we going to be counseled? I don't know if the opportunities are all prepared. People..."

"Prepared? You mean... Gundam?"

"Ahem, how did I know that there are all kinds of high-end tea sets in my house, but there is really no Gundam figure."

Within the floor.

Those who were afraid to speak just now had their heads out, they wanted to see what kind of person Fang Mo was.

Among them, there are not a few senior executives. They feel that they may find a little bit different, and even directly discover what kind of person he is.

However, they are really going to be disappointed.

One nose, two ears and one mouth, just like ordinary people, except for a little stronger and brighter eyes, everything else is gone.

The COS girl didn’t speak for a long time, but suddenly her head suddenly appeared. She was struggling to carry a transparent box and showed the contents: "Look, brother, I’m really not kidding, now As long as you come up, these are all yours!"

"Go back!"

Fang Mo yelled, and then saw the girl put the things back, he patted his chest and said, "Are you going to scare me to death? With your little energy, you still want to move the Gundam and the figure, if you fall down, I will screw your head off!"

"Slightly!"

The COS girl stuck her tongue out, and then said: "Well, I forgot to tell you that my stuff is basically out of print. Hurry up, otherwise, other people may come up and leave."

"Who dares!"

Fang Mo immediately stared at the heads that popped up from the window: "Whoever dares, I will throw them into the zombies and let them fight!"

"It's cruel, but I really don't have this thing... Hey, I'm interested now!"

"If my little brother is willing to come and rescue me, I would take you to a hand-run factory, where there are all kinds of things, I know their boss well."

"Hand-run factory? Oh, by the way, I know the editor-in-chief of a comic company. Brother, come and save me."

"I have previously cooperated with Gundam Company. Why don't you come to me, let me tell you Gundam's company address?"

Seeing the possibility that those people were using words to seduce her to survive, the COS girl's face became not so pretty.

She suddenly said loudly: "Liar, you are all liars, can you take it out now? Brother, you come up quickly, I will show you a baby, it is definitely out of print three years ago, let alone contact with ordinary people Yes, even I may have only seen it on the video."

Everyone was speechless.

They are all high-end people. Who is so boring and has so many figurines at home?

What a shame to be seen usually.

But now, they regret it. If they knew it a long time ago, they would just take down something out of print, and now they can completely seduce this superman who is obviously abnormal in his brain...

However, it is useless to regret it again, because they have no chance.

If you do it again, they will definitely find a way to get this thing.

Of course, if you do it again, they might be better than Fang Mo, after all, they are all elites.

"It's gone?"

Fang Mo licked his lips with disappointment, shook his head, and then jumped up, grabbed a window, and then took a few steps, and came to the girl's window: "Where is Gundam? I want to see you. Go to Gundam, otherwise don’t think about me to save you!"

"In it, in it, I used to be a figure madman, and I bought all the money I earned."

"For Gundam, I have very few, but I have a lot of figures."

Click!

Boom!

Fang Mo pulled the window completely open, and then got in.

"You said, would they do something?"

"In my opinion, if two people gather together, it is more likely to see the figure."

"This mind... Forget it, I dare not say it."

"what should we do?"

"Yeah, is Mr. Zhao still alive?"

"Hehehe, President Li is not dead, how dare I die?"

"Then who will escape first?"

"President Li first!"

"President Zhao please!"

...

These high-end people began to play the match-up game again, and various psychological competitions, what is called game theory, showed them vividly.

But anyway, no one stepped out of the room.

They have a lot of food at home, enough to support them for a while again, so there is no need to worry.

Of course, they are all elites, knowing that it is not necessary to sit and eat.

However, they still have no good solutions.

This is not a violent storm. Just find a takeaway guy and can deliver what you want. This is the end of the world.

Who will send it?

Should zombies come to send it?

They have to dare to accept it too!

...

...

"Wow, so happy, so many out of print Gundams, you actually said that you have very few collections, I want to criticize you."

"Hands, I want half of them, this Cthulhu's, wow, such white legs, with tentacles crawling on them, ah, I'm dead!"

Fang Mo was in the ocean of happiness, and from time to time he found one after another that he had seen at most one or two eyes before, and he could only lick the screen...

That's a cool one.