Chapter 216

"Good!"

Wang Yiyun has bright eyes.

She thinks she can win!

After all, she is professional!

Liu Jing's eyes are also bright, and the folds on her face are much shallower.

She is an excellent forensic.

A forensic who doesn't make up a body is not a good forensic.

She felt that she would win!

People:

I don't want to be a referee.

Suit man Zombie:

I don't want to be tossed.

The suit man breathed out slowly and sucked in slowly in the rotten throat of the zombie.

The fragrance of human flesh permeates the tip of the nose. At this time, you can only move and listen to the food.

I've never been so speechless.

The food asked, and the suit man's Zombie dared not refuse.

The boss of his own family was sitting there, and he didn't dare to get half a point.

I'm afraid it won't be favored if it doesn't cooperate.

Not being spoiled is not the worst case. The worst case is that you crush yourself directly under this terrible pressure!

What else can I do?

Can only cooperate!

"Where are the gloves? Take them out and don't hide them! Otherwise, don't blame us for picking the flesh off your face!" Wang Yiyun threatened chiguoguo.

The suit man zombie slightly tilted his head and thought a little with its rotten brain.

These two lunch boxes are right!

Its handsome face can't be cut down into a lump of rotten meat.

It is also ready to rely on its handsome appearance to become the boss's most powerful hand!

For their face, the suit man zombie decided to give them gloves.

The stiff fingers of the zombie in the suit slowly raised, and carefully took out a thick stack of disposable plastic gloves from the pocket inside the suit.

This kind of plastic gloves was originally specially used to eat lobster. The suit man zombie doesn't eat lobster. It is used to maintain hygiene.

In the eyes of the suit man zombie, this is not a glove.

This is the best tool for it!

Liu Jing noticed that there was a thick stack of disposable gloves in his heart, but others couldn't see it from the outside.

Because it has a big concave in its heart.

Even so, it is still alive.

The vitality of zombies is much stronger than human beings.

Even if the wound on its body is terrible, it still doesn't prevent it from turning its eyes at others.

The stiff fingers of the zombie in the suit rubbed his gloves and didn't open them for a long time.

My fingers are not flexible, and I'm wearing plastic gloves. It's too slippery.

Wang Yiyun is so impatient. Seeing that he rubbed for a long time, he always feels too slow.

Reach out and want to take it by yourself.

The suit man zombie resisted for the first time and took a thick stack of disposable plastic gloves into his arms.

Dull eyes, with a trace of vigilance.

You can't let me eat.

But you can't grab my gloves!

Gloves are its last bottom line!

"Tut, you continue!"

Wang Yiyun rubbed his temple and didn't grab its disposable plastic gloves.

Zombies are stupid. She can't be like zombies!

So, a roomful of people stared at the suit man zombie rubbing gloves.

Fan Tangtang lay at the door, his dark eyes looking at the zombie of the suit man, his eyes full of sympathy.

He was a Zombie King. His saliva was about to flow out when he smelled the human flesh fragrance in the room.

To tell the truth, these people are his friends. He still wants to bite people, but he can restrain himself more.

At least he has ideas.

But other zombies are different. They restrain themselves, very few.

It all depends on brother Zhang's suppression.

He suspected that the suit man zombie would definitely become the most tolerable zombie today!

Restraint is too abnormal. It's more abnormal than brother Zhang!

One, two

Disposable plastic gloves make a rustling sound.

Ten minutes later.

The suit man zombie handed Wang Yiyun two pairs of gloves, then folded the remaining gloves and put them back in the inner pocket of his coat.

The rotten fingers patted the place where the gloves were placed, and the corners of the mouth rose slightly.

Good. There's a lot left.

Bai Qie took a surprised look at the zombie of the suit man, "does it still count?"

One person with two hands, two people with four hands, need four disposable plastic gloves.

The problems that kindergarten children can calculate are even more difficult for zombies than the Olympic Games.

The zombie of the suit man heard the voice of white Jue, and his dull eyes turned twice, but he still couldn't help it.

I really rolled my eyes this time.

Food, look down on who?

Ben zombie is the son of the boss!

Nine fingers can count clearly. Why can't you count a few pairs of gloves?

White ramie:

She was despised by a zombie!

Bai Cuizhu pulled the corners of her mouth at the zombie of the suit man, silently pulled out the dagger tied to her leg.

White ramie fingernail gently tapped the dagger.

Nail ――

The crisp sound of the dagger came into the ears of the zombie of the man in suit.

The demonstration raised the dagger in his hand at the zombie of the man in suit.

The zombie in suit was dull and his eyes turned twice. He was not afraid of the dagger in the food hand.

But the boss is here. We must give the boss a face!

The boss's attitude is his attitude!

The zombie in the suit glanced at Zhang Yiming quickly.

It saw that boss Zhang was smiling at Bai Jue with a crazy face.

Well, it knows what to do.

The zombie of the man in suit suddenly bowed 90 degrees and made a bow apology to Bai cuozhu.

Ben zombie, wrong!

Even if you don't look good and your brain is hard to use, I shouldn't despise you!

Please tell the boss not to destroy me!

The crystal nucleus energy in my brain is not pure. There is no power at all. It is not worth money at all!

The zombie of the suit man didn't say a word, but Bai cuozhu read all kinds of advice from its rotten face.

Bai Jue took a smoke from the corner of his mouth and silently put the dagger back.

I always feel that my behavior is too... Two.

Threatening zombies, maybe she's the first person!

But... It's the first time I've seen a zombie so fast.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

After Wang Yiyun put on his gloves, he put on toner. As soon as he was ready to replenish water for the suit man's zombie, he saw it bending down and counseling.

After bowing for five seconds, the zombie in suit stood up again, with a faint smile on his rotten face and a gentleman's smile at Wang Yiyun.

It's an ugly lunch box. You can do it.

People:

I always think this suit man zombie looks down on humans!

But it always looks like a gentleman and feels that the expressions that just look down on human beings are an illusion.

Wang Yiyun and Liu Jing couldn't take care of these. Taking toner, they took photos on the face of the zombie in a suit.

One left face, one right face.

The zombie of the suit man stood motionless and allowed them to punch in the face.

"Tut, your face is too dry. You can apply more toner. You don't drink water often!"

Wang Yiyun tutted.

The rotten meat on the Zombie's face of the man in suit was black, and black blood exuded from time to time.

Even with black blood moisturizing, you can see the rolled up white dead skin.

That's right. Zombies only eat flesh and blood. It's estimated that they have eight cups a day. Zombies never abide by it.

It's strange that you can't afford dead skin!

The Zombie's face twitched.

What is the food talking about?

It didn't hear clearly.

Pat the food on its face with your fingers.

It only smelled the fragrance of human flesh at the tip of its nose.

The fragrance of flesh and blood filled my mind, and it made two repressed whines.

The pressure on the body became heavy again.