Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Zheng Fatty's key is the moment, decisively suggested: "Shall we run? ”

The infidels are surrounded, and they're not.

As for the trapped intellectuals...

I'm sorry. Dead friends don't die.

Zhao looked at Lu Zhao.

“There's too much yin here, if you don't mind, when they absorb the flesh, they're afraid to give birth to a very powerful ghost king. ”

Lu Qiang: “You want to handle it? ”

Zhao confidently said: “I can handle it. ”

Lu Qiang muttered: “Don't be strong. ”

Azhao nodded: “Actually, I'm not a double dysfunctional. ”

Lu Zheng's heart gave rise to a fantastic idea.

A Zhao confirmed at the next moment: “I am actually a three-way imbecile. ”

Lu: “…”

The people they spoke to: “…"

Why is it that in your mouth, it's like wholesale without money?

But the scene is tense.

More than seventy intellectuals left outside, depending on the situation, are only half of them.

And the vast majority of them are actually wounded.

Zhao turned back: “Brother Lu, you are very explosive, do me a favor. ”

Lu Zheng gripped the knife in his hand: “You said. ”

Zhao shouted out: “When you see the exit, follow Lu, and run as far and as far as you can! ”

She looked at Lu Qiang beside her: “Lu, wait, you use a knife to kill those skeleton enclosures out of an exit, then run back. Remember, how far and how far can you run? ”

Without answering, Lu Zheng reached out and pressed her shoulder: “Are you sure you want to go back? I don't need a child to sacrifice my life. ”

Zhao smiled. “Don't worry. ”

“I didn't let you run because I had to sacrifice myself to save you. It's because I'm ready to go big and I'm afraid I might hurt you. ”

Lu: “…”

Fatty Zheng came over and said, "Miss Zhao, can we help you? ”

Zhao glanced at him and said reluctantly: "You? From now on, run as far as you can. ”

Fatty Zheng: “...”

Zhao was too lazy to talk.

She shouted, "Brother Lu! ”

Without saying anything, Lu Qian walked forward with a knife.

This is the first time anyone has seen Lu Xiao play full force.

All the approaching skeletons were torn apart by the snowflakes.

He just walked down the road without anyone, until he wrapped the skeleton around it and tore a gap out with brute force.

“Run!” He drinks cold.

Behind them, those scattered skeletons have begun to assemble themselves.

In less than two minutes, the perimeter will be reattached.

The intellectuals realized that this was their hope for survival and burst into strength, breaking apart the skeleton of the road and running towards the gap.

Lu Qian did not leave, he chose to break after.

Until the last of the infidels ran out.

Everyone followed Lu Zheng and started running back.

Skeletons, of course, couldn't give up food in their mouths and chased this way in a haunted fashion.

But they're blocked.

The corpses of the head iron made a wall out of their bodies, blocking them from the intelligentsia.

A Zhao stood behind the zombies and smiled slightly at the incompetents.

“Run while you can. Remember, how far and how far. ”

Everybody remembers that figure.

She stands alone between heaven and earth.

On top of his head is the gloomy, silent sky, in front of him, a legion of tens of millions of desperate skeletons.

She let them run.

Death to yourself.

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Zhao: What is it? I'm just going to pretend.

6 more finished.

Good night, babies. Ow!