Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Lu Zheng walked toward the evolutionary zombie.

This is not the first evolutionary zombie Lu Xuan has ever met, nor will it be the first evolutionary zombie to die under his knife.

Indeed, one of the most elusive evolutionary zombies he has ever encountered.

Than this moment.

His three companions have already fought with ordinary zombies.

Those ordinary zombies smell alive, and they're all excited.

But there was no reaction from the man in the suit.

It doesn't even react to its proximity.

It's just repeated in there, rigid, hard, trying to make itself jump.

Like a moth that adheres to dance and art, it won't hesitate for a second, even if the fire is ahead.

--Although this metaphor sounds ridiculous, it seems to Lu Xuan, somehow, to be quite reasonable.

In fact, Lu Xuan's intuition is not wrong.

Azhao's “I let the zombie turn into a sand sculpture for a second” skill is indefinite in duration.

Take this suit male evolutionary zombie for example.

After accepting Azhao's “dance” order, from the moment the skill came into effect, the only thing left in his mind, in his life, was the "dance” thing.

Whatever happened, such as at this moment, Lu Zheng's knife came to him.

Don't say that right now, there's a volcanic eruption in front of him, and the suited male zombie won't blink.

Dance.

Dance.

The male zombie in the suit completely ignored Lu Xuan.

Lu: “…”

He had a knife, some of which somehow stood not far from the zombie.

Looking at Thursday and Monday, Zhao and Zhou's brothers were both fighting the zombies.

He glanced sharply, no longer hesitating, and lifted his hand and fell.

Whatever the evolutionary zombie is thinking, whatever the conspiracy, all he has to do is take a knife--

Lu Xuan opened his eyes.

Things went really well for him.

The man in the suit, the evolutionary zombie, didn't give a shit about him.

He took care of himself and immersed himself in his dance. Just as Lu Zheng's knife approached his neck, his only thought was to dance higher...

Lu Xuan watched the head of this evolutionary zombie roll down on the ground, and for a moment he was somewhat suspicious of life.

Is this evolutionary zombie a retard?

Until a light red crystal was dug out of the head of an evolutionary zombie with a knife, Lu Xuan still had some trance.

After all, however, he was the captain of an elite team, who watched as many corpses remained in the courtyard, and soon pressed down the mysterious thoughts in his head and began to harvest the corpses.

A reliable team, and a few reliable teammates, is really too important!

This is Zhao's feeling at this time.

More than twenty corpses in this backyard, in this wide terrain, if she comes alone, A Zhao is afraid of hiding.

But at this point, with the help of the Zhou brothers, the division of labor, she waved the baseball bat. Everything went well except that Mosaic was a little uncomfortable blocking sight.

The addition of Lu Qiang accelerated the harvest much faster.

Soon, the corpses in the courtyard were cleared.

Zhao glanced at the three of them and said nothing. He turned around and walked toward a small, blind house behind him.

The house looks shattered, with all kinds of clutter outside, and a bunch of bottles of drinks collected at the door.

Whoever looks at it won't feel like the warehouse where the merchandise is stored.