After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Of course, the man is not so kind, mainly because he is afraid to talk to him to kill him, so his roar even brought so much despair ...

So when he realized that the song had taken another step, he turned away without thinking.

Damn, he thought this guy had a little brain, so he couldn't understand anyone.

Let's run quickly!

He was panting and wanted to run to the martial arts hall: "Master Grandpa, Master Grandpa, it's not good, Master's corpse is perfect ..."

Grandpa, it sounds like he is much taller than that so-called master.

Yange was not in a hurry, so she walked so unhurriedly, mobilizing her senses to look at everything around her.

In the sun, she couldn't see what color was in front of her, and the trees and flowers that were in her eyes were all black shadows, but there was a slight or deeper difference.

The steps under the eyes can be seen clearly, although it is only a shadow.

She stepped up the steps step by step. There were quite a lot of steps. I do n’t know if it was because of her vision problems or the steps were so many that she couldn't see her head.

After walking for a while, she heard footsteps behind her.

Footsteps stagnated, but Yan Song did not turn his head, but just felt how far the person came from himself by the slight footsteps.

How far is it?

It seemed as if she would soon approach her.

There was a **** smell on the person.

Although this smell made her body a little excited, she could bear it.

Just like piercing a man's neck before, although the **** smell made her want to take a sip, but she could suppress the ** brought by her own body.

The man walked, stopped, and walked more slowly, it seemed hesitant.

What is he hesitating?

Is she good or bad?

Still hesitant to kill her?

After all, from the words of the man who ran away, Yan Ge speculated that the man behind him must be the master said by that man.

She sensed it a little, though there was a **** smell on her body that made her like it.

However, aside from the **** smell, it seems that the pure flesh smell of himself makes her prefer.

He seemed to have an air of heaven and earth that all beings liked.

This kind of breath made her want to turn around and pounce on him, take a bite of his body and taste his flesh.

This is really an idea that makes Yange feel novel.

The host wanted to come, really a zombie.

What kind of wish can a zombie have?

In words and thoughts, the footsteps of this so-called Master finally came closer.

Close at hand, she could only see him if she turned her head slightly.

However, Yange did not move.

Anyway, even if he turned his head, he could not see his features, so he might as well move to give him a mysterious back.

So she heard him ask, "Girl, where do you come from?"

Girl, where do you come from!

Yan Ge heard this and wanted to laugh. She wore a big red wedding dress with a phoenix crown on her head. If she was really his corpse, would he not know where she came from?

Perhaps this person is not the so-called master.

As soon as this idea came out, Yange thought he might be right.

Because of this, the bit of killing in her heart disappeared at this moment.

"From where it comes."

He stepped on the steps walking with her, tilted his head slightly, and looked at her.

Even though Yange did not tilt his head, he could feel the scorching gaze that fell on him.