Apocalypse Reborn: Take Control of the Queen

Chapter 135

Lu Qi and the others looked at the far direction of the car and did not leave for a long time.

"Second brother, do you think she will become our enemy?"

Lu Qi heard what the woman said, and he believed inexplicably, "No, never."

Jiang Ming always felt that women gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, very much like a person, but he was not sure.

If it is true, she has no reason not to recognize him. The key is that this woman's voice is obviously different from hers.

If Han Xue heard what Jiang Ming said, she would definitely ask back, "You are wearing a gas mask, and if you say it, it will be the same as usual."

Han Xue drove the car in the direction she came from, found a relatively remote place and got off the car, casually dealt with the zombies following behind her, and pulled the yellow hair out of the car.

Huang Mao looked around, "What on earth do you want to do? Kill or cut to your heart's content, I'm not afraid, young master."

"You will be happy if you are dealt with with a knife, but I will be very unhappy."

Huangmao's pupils shrank, "Say it! Who are you? What's wrong with you?"

"Then you have to see clearly."

Han Xue stretched out her hand and slowly took off the gas mask on her face, revealing that refined face.

Huang Mao's eyes turned crimson, and his heart was full of anger. It was this woman, and it was all because of this woman that he became neither human nor ghost.

If she saw a zombie behind him at that time, she would save him.

If it wasn't for her, how could that man drive him away.

If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have led those people to her house, and he wouldn't have followed those people away, so how could he become what he is now.

That's right, he has very powerful abilities, but he lost more, basically no different from those zombies outside.

Contempt flashed in Han Xue's eyes, this endurance is really not ordinary.

She has already asked Mo Jian, what should I do?Just use mental manipulation, control him, put the ink sword in his hand, and the rest of the ink sword will take care of itself, that's it.

Han Xue succeeded with only two mental manipulations, and Huang Mao's eyes have become very calm.

Everything is done, the rest will have to wait.

Time flows slowly...

A moaning sound woke up the person who was in a daze.

"Mo Jian, is it you?"

The other party did not answer, but raised his hand and observed carefully.

"Xiao Han, your eyesight is too bad."

Han Xue looked at the people on the side talking to herself, and she was helpless. When she didn't pay attention, she added another name.

"This body is not good and too stiff."

"The voice is too ugly."

To sum it up, the master in front of me is too difficult to serve.

"Mo Jian, you can use it first! At least his strength is much stronger than normal people."

"Mo Jian is the name of that sword, and it's not mine."

Han Xue wiped it, and there was unnecessary cold sweat on her head, "Then what's your name? Is it the name you had before you died?"

She knew in her heart that this man had been hurt too deeply before, and she would definitely not want to mention the past.

"You said it was dead, why are you still mentioning it?"

"Do you have another name?"

"No."

"Then what should I call you?"

"I'm so stupid, won't you give me a name?"

Han Xue was really stunned when he heard this, and also smiled, which means he recognized himself from the bottom of his heart.

(End of this chapter)