Devil's girlfriend of the last days

Facing the screams, Fang Mo just did one thing.

He stretched out his hand and pulled in the other person's mouth: "If you want your tongue to fall off, just continue to shout, I'm nothing, the big deal is to let you write to answer my questions. Also, if you call again, I will let the zombie take you His legs are chewed."

After pulling out his hand, the man stopped shouting, but looked at the man in front of him with an extremely terrified look.

He finally reacted, this is not a companion in his own understanding.

But a real demon, if he doesn't do what the other party says, he will die miserably.

"Next, when your body changes and you are about to become a zombie, you tell me what happened to my back, do you understand it? If you understand, just nod, no Understand, I'll just twist your head off." Fang Mo was still so calm, like an uneasy lake.

Liu Xiaohu didn't dare to speak, he nodded repeatedly, indicating that he had understood.

"Okay, then wait."

The next time is extremely long for Liu Xiaohu.

But this is not what scares him, what scares him most is Fang Mo's disdain when facing zombies.

The moment he stretched out his hand, the zombie didn't dare to open his mouth to bite, as if this talent was a zombie, tied up, just a timid person: "How did you do this? "

Liu Xiaohu couldn't help but asked.

"It doesn't matter to you, just tell me how I feel. Let me tell you one more thing, I like quiet, who makes a sound..."

Having said that, Fang Mo raised his hand.

The fist clenched a little bit.

At the next moment, Liu Xiaohu saw that the zombie was completely destroyed in front of him with just a light wave.

It completely became a piece of gravel.

He finally knew fear and awe.

Liu Xiaohu, who was extremely bitter in his heart, really regretted why he wanted to provoke such a person.

He just thought Fang Mo's actions back then were funny and wanted to make a joke.

Who knows, this joke actually ruined his own life.

They all become zombies, how can they recover?

It was almost the same as being killed.

But he didn't dare to say, he could only wait silently, and he didn't even mean to resist.

Fang Mo stood with his hands behind, just standing in front of him, facing him with his back.

One minute……

Two minutes...

ten minutes!

About fifteen minutes later, Liu Xiaohu felt that everything in front of him began to become illusory and blurred. He raised his head, and when he wanted to say something, he swallowed directly.

At this time, in his eyes, Fang Mo in front of him was no longer a human figure, but turned into a monster with countless tentacles.

The most important thing is that this monster is still so charming, just like a beautiful and colorful flower.

He felt that as long as he stretched out his hand and touched it a little, he could touch his soul.

"How do you feel?"

At this moment, Liu Xiaohu heard a familiar voice.

He also quickly recovered from the confusion, and the extended hands also shrank back obediently: "I saw the tentacles, many, many tentacles, and they are so magnificent and colorful. Just touch it, and I seem to be directly detached. It’s a wonderful feeling."

"What else?" The voice couldn't hear the slightest emotion.

Liu Xiaohu squinted his eyes and looked at Fang Mo's back again.

Then, he found that among these tentacles, there was a very strange cheek with a cold smile.

If it was usual, he would be shocked when he saw such a weird smile.

But now, he honestly replied: "I saw a face with a beautiful smile, as if saying, come, come, I welcome you."

"More?" In the voice, there was finally a little more excitement.

Liu Xiaohu doesn’t know why. In fact, he doesn’t have any more feelings. Some only have an infinite yearning: "So beautiful, so beautiful face, let me touch it, okay? So beautiful tentacles, I’m really good I like it..."

Fang Mo turned around and saw a person with dark eyes and a pale face.

His hands have already begun to fail, and his hair has fallen a lot.

See this scene.

Fang Mo directly took out the restless gel on the chest of the zombie next to it, and without any processing, put it directly into Liu Xiaohu's mouth: "Swallow it, and then look at me again, what's the difference."

"Beautiful, beautiful is gone, I'm so empty, let me touch it." Liu Xiaohu's eyes were very hollow.

Turning around, he made the back appear in the other's eyes again: "Tell me what it feels like and what it looks like."

Until now.

Liu Xiaohu's sanity is almost completely zombie.

But soon, a terrifying pain evaporated from all over his body, and the world in front of him suddenly became real.

Standing in front of him was a woman wearing a leather jacket, a pair of fiery red high heels, stepping proudly on the ground, like a queen.

At the corner of her mouth, there was a soft smile, as if saying, come on.

"Leather, woman, so beautiful, I, I'm coming here." Liu Xiaohu completely lost his mind and limped to his feet, trying to touch Fang Mo's back with his hands.

...

ten minutes later.

Another zombie appeared on the chair.

Fang Mo didn't have any emotions about this.

He has given the opponent a chance, but it is obvious that this guy has not slowed down.

However, he also knew what he was like from the other party's words.

"There are probably more than fifty tentacles."

"Wearing a leather jacket all over, the figure is unusually hot."

"With a hooked tail, it seems to be intriguing at any time."

"High heels, plus a whip-like thing."

"There is also a cheek that always exudes charm."

This was all the news he had summed up from the conversation with Liu Xiaohu just now. He didn't know whether it was specific or not, let alone whether all the zombies saw the same scene.

But he knew one thing.

The more tentacles, the more beautiful and charming in the eyes of such a thing.

"That's no wonder the beauty shows her whole picture, only then will she have enough tentacles. However, her whole body is no more than...27, which is more than the difference between the more than 50 on my back. One level. Ordinary monsters basically only have a few tentacles, or a dozen."

"What happened to me to make my back look like a lady's big boss?"

After saying this, he shook his head and muttered to himself: "No, it should be the guilty pretender."