Chapter 1201: Zombie, Vampire, Sister Control Brother (39)

"Why is my hand so cold?" Bo Moning frowned slightly.
He seemed to turn a blind eye to the strange change of Xiaoxue, and started to speak to Xia Qiu.
He is a zombie, and his body temperature is relatively low. Although he has flesh and blood, flesh and blood are naturally different from ordinary people, but in Xia Qiu, his hand was even colder than him.
He took Xia Qiu's hand and put it in his right pocket to warm her up.
Zhang Tongxuan's hands were hidden behind him, and his fat face was staring at the female ghost. The things in his hands were rubbing slowly. The pale face was not fake, but in fact, he was much calmer inside.
Zizi la la-
The radio in the pickup truck suddenly agitated, and the electric waves disturbed by the magnetic field broadcast various weird sounds.
The black nails pierced Zhang Tongxuan, and those pale eyes also stared at Zhang Tongxuan first. The temperature in the car dropped sharply. The glass in the pickup truck was quickly covered with snow and frost. Zhang Tongxuan supported the body's metal handle behind him. It also became bitterly cold.
"The demons retreat! Anxious like the law!" A bean was suddenly thrown out by Zhang Tongxuan, hitting the female ghost's face.
Xia Qiu smelled a scorched flesh, but the inconspicuous soy beans looked like a fire to the female ghost, and a miserable came from her, and then raised her face again. Like sulfuric acid, it eroded the face, and then slowly melted with her body.
"Get it!" Zhang Tongxuan breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off his head.
"Bo Mo Ning, I said that you have cultivated for thousands of years, so the wicked female ghosts haven't recognized it, they have cultivated on dogs." With a smile on his face, Zhang Tongxuan turned back and said, pressing the brakes on his feet In the end, touch the gear stick over there.
"Oh? I think you've been blind for so many years of cultivation. How did your master choose to choose such a disciple and still cheat on his name?" Bo Moning took Xia Qiu's hand, not He said politely, his eyes fell on Zhang Tongxuan's right hand.
At this time, Zhang Tongxuan suddenly felt something wrong.
His right hand seemed to hold a large piece of rotten mud, cold and soft, but the rotten mud seemed to be alive, and slowly wrapped his hand up to his arm.
Not good! Zhang Tongxuan just wanted to pump his hands, and things couldn't help him. The cold feeling was like a living creature, and he went directly into his body.
"What a stupid thing!" Bo Moning taunted, and quickly broke open his fingertips, a drop of Yin Hong blood floated into the air like a living creature, and then struck Zhang Tongxuan's right hand.
Being dragged by that drop of blood, Xia Qiu's entire body was thirsting for blood. Looking at Bo Mo Ning beside her, she seemed to be seeing a fat blood bank ... and she was desperately trying to suppress it. People also strive to stay awake, so that they don't do things that are unreasonable.
"Oh! Hot, hot!" Zhang Tongxuan screamed suddenly, desperately shaking his right hand.
Xia Qiu just turned his attention away and looked at it for the first time.
Next to Zhang Tongxuan, pieces of flesh and blood were squirming like mud, but they were also smelling stinky. Among them, the white maggots squirmed, and the pair of straight white eyes were desperately drilling into his arm along Zhang Tongxuan's hand.
And the Yin Hong blood fell precisely on those eyes, and instantly a black flame burned, like an invisible body, but entangled in Zhang Tongxuan's arm, spread quickly along those flesh, and burned into the vice-car.