Chapter 240: The little zombie of the zombie king (28)

Fanxing's heart is swaying wildly
So dirty.
The skirt is new.
Little Huahua that I don't like very much, and a new dress I like very much.
How to choose, this...is a problem.
Search God:? ? ?
Is this a problem? What about conscience? Was it eaten by Lao Tzu?
The little zombie pursed his lips and said to Qin Lie: "Little Huahua, are you still alive?"
Qin Lie made a faint trembling sound, trembling, and said, "Help...me."
He didn't know why she appeared in this mall alone, but he wanted to live!
This is the curtain that God has placed on him, giving him a hope of alive, he must catch it!
"Live, ah..."
Search God heard a faint melancholy, and always felt that if Qin Lie didn't respond, this conscientious little bear cub would leave happily in a blink of an eye, holding his new dress.
Why, save my God of War father, did you come with the mentality of going to a grave?
"...Wait, wailing."
She wants to put up her skirt, find ugly clothes and wear them.
The thoughts of the little zombie's starry are clear and plain.
You have to say that she has a low IQ, this is simply sorry for her well-organized planning!
Qin Lie thought she was going to leave, so she tried her last bit of strength and held her tiny ankles
"Save...I..." Save me! Don't go!
At the moment, his eyes were blurred, completely smeared by blood, he could only grasp it by feeling, a life-saving straw, and then he did not let go.
There was a handprint on Barbie's long skirt.
There was also dripping blood dripping on the skirt of the skirt especially freshly.
Fan·Familiar face·Star·Little zombie.
Someone soiled her little skirt. Okay, he is dead!
Xiao Huahua soiled her little skirt.
This... she has to think about it.
After thinking about it unhappily for a while, Fanxing hung the skirt around her neck with great effort, then bent over and carried Qin Lie.
For a purely paranoid person, it is harder to let her abandon what she likes for her own sake.
Because this type of person is like autism, to her, life is not important, the world is not important, and everything in the world is not important. She likes it all. What she likes is the most important thing.
She likes small skirts. The life and death of everything is not as important as hers.
Carrying the blood-stained Qin Lie and soiling his favorite new skirt, maybe even the search can't estimate what the identity of "Xiaohuahua" means to Fanxing...
"...Name, word." Fanxing carried Qin Lie out of the mall, and the other zombies hurried over, sniffing Qin Lie.
The little zombies, who have always been exhausted, sluggish at all times, burst out with extreme power at this time, like a small whirlwind, running fast, leaving a crowd of zombies behind. Occasionally, a few eyes that did not have long eyes came over, and were violently hit by the little zombies.
"Qin... Lie."
"...Stars."
The little zombies are clearly distinguished between oneself and outsiders.
You see, she stayed with Xie Tingzhou and the others for several days, never took the initiative to introduce herself, and didn't care much about the information of Xie Tingzhou and others.
Because it can be Xie Tingzhou, Li Tingzhou, Liu Tingzhou, it has nothing to do with her.
But florets are small florets with stars, not others.
In front of Xie Tingzhou and the others, the little zombies didn't speak much. They simply jumped out word by word for what they wanted, not taking the initiative at all.
The four words are treated differently, and it shows it vividly!