Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Until they watched as the corpse in front of them had reached the gate.

Seeing it pause, his legs curl slightly and prepare for a saving effort.

The intellectuals: “? ”

“Bang."

The zombie actually saved his strength and performed the iron head directly - hitting the big iron door with his head.

Of course, he failed.

This accumulated the full strength of the zombie, failing to break the iron gate, but taking its own life.

The head hit, the dark plasma erupted, and the corpse could not die anymore.

Next, the second, the third...

Two platoons of zombies, each as if they had been negotiated, crashed into the iron gate one by one.

Now everyone understands what Azhao did.

Let the zombies die, let the zombies help them break through the iron door.

When they understood, they looked at Azhao more like a demon.

There are a lot of psychics who can control zombies.

But this is the first time they've ever met an imbecile who can control so many zombies at once.

An imbecile who can control so many zombies at once, but also allow them to make such a neat and purposeful move...

You're not a human being, are you?

Had it not been for Azhao, she would have been a pretentious little human girl, and they would even have wondered if she was disguised as some super advanced evolutionary zombie.

But Lu Zhao's weakness was discovered.

He walked to Azhao in a complicated way.

When Azhao saw him, he felt so relaxed and soft - he fell into his arms.

Zhao leaned in his arms, and he rubbed it very naturally. He adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable to lie down. This was a pleasant hum.

Lu: “…”

Azhao, this action is too natural.

And he couldn't help but start tangling: was she unintentional or intentional?

Is she resting normally or can she seduce herself?

He couldn't help but look at Zhao, but the little girl in his arms was looking seriously at the front door.

I couldn't help but say: "Remove the dead bodies from the front door and leave them out of the way. ”

He was not given half the extra look.

Lu: “…”

Kind of stuck.

And look at the gate.

Hearing Zhao's words, the bolder psychic walked to the door, staring at the dead fish eyes of the countless corpses behind him, and pushed the pile of corpses in front aside.

Everyone beside him pinched his breath and was afraid that when those zombies would burst out of their nature, they would come up and tear him to pieces.

However, the imaginary scene did not happen.

The zombies were quiet and full of hearts and minds with only one thought: "And the gate is more iron than one, look who's head. ”

Leave me alone!

Initially, the intelligentsia were cautious. Every time they pushed the body, they strained themselves and were ready for battle.

But after so many interactions, they finally realized that the zombies were not really interested in them at all.

They admired Zhao: The big man is the big man!

Not only can we get rid of the zombies, we can get them to work for free!

Relaxed intellectuals are even in the mood to comment on the posture of the zombies, saying which posture is the most scientific and which is the most powerful, and following this trend, when will this iron gate be broken?

If you add a few tables and chairs and a few pots of tea, it will be a tea party.