How can Brahma perceive something? He looks up at a dark corner, but only sees a vague figure.

He pressed the position of his heart. It was peaceful. His heart can't beat for a long time.

Looking down at his almost transparent wrist, the blood vessels of indigo flow under the skin. He never gets hurt outside, just because his blood is blue.

He keeps the physiological function of human beings, but he has no heartbeat. Like a living dead man, he is rejected by the world.

How can van read the so-called zombie legends on the Internet? What can't see the sun, the cross, garlic, dog blood, glutinous rice, can effectively deal with zombies. When he had savings, oh, the currency in circulation in the world, or RMB for short, he bought all these things and tested them.

It turns out that he's not afraid of these things.

And I think these things are disgusting.

At last, why did Brahman himself wonder what he was? People must not forget, people can live without heartbeat? But it's not entirely zombies. How can he not be afraid of these things when he looks like a sworn man on the Internet?

Holding his wrist, he pursed his lips.

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a group of people ended up late at night. Like thieves, they packed their heads tightly and went out one after another quietly.

Zhu Chang sadly watched the girls go out over themselves and sighed. only! If he can succeed today, does he care about the night?

Why did van get up and sit for too long? His whole body was stiff. He said hello to Zhu Changzai and decided to leave. It's late at night. Zombies need rest.

Since I don't know what I am, I'll call myself zombie for the time being!

"Hey, how about you, don't hurry to go." Zhu Chang quickly stopped people and smilingly handed over a glass of wine. "Well, your agent told me to take care of you. Do you think I didn't disturb you this evening? Since I'm leaving, how about having a drink with me first? "

He raised his eyebrows and forced the wine into van's hands.

Why did fanding look at him and see that his face could not be refused, he gently pursed his lips, "Zhu Dao, I, I don't know how to drink..."

Once the family tutor was extremely strict. My father only hoped that he would study hard and obtain fame in the future. I think drinking is a mistake, and I will never let him touch half a drop. His eyes darkened when he thought of his family.

Zhu Chang's heart was thumping. Seeing that he didn't start, he hurried: "Hey, Xiaohe, as a boy, it's OK to drink a little. You see I drink so much tonight. I'm not standing here in a proper way? It's OK. Red wine is not intoxicating! If you don't drink, you won't give me face! " He stared, with a look of dissatisfaction.

Just a drink. It's nothing, isn't it?

Even my father once said that it was inevitable for me to drink wine when I was accepted in the official arena. Now, it's social intercourse, isn't it?

Why does the water flow in Brahman's eyes? He sighed, "I drink it."

He put the wine cup to his lips. The strange taste made him frown and forced him into his mouth. He could not wait to pour all the red wine like poison into his mouth.

In addition to the taste of wine, there is also a kind of unknown taste. He licked the corners of his lips, his brows screwed together.