Doomsday: I, a top killer, became a lolita

Bai Xuan's whole body trembled, and his neck seemed to be stuck, shaking and turning back.

Behind her, Fatty Zhao didn't know when he had returned.

His tall figure stood there like a mountain of flesh.

His eyes were as cold as a sharp arrow, his face was as low as water, and he had a sneer.

He reached out, removed the black-framed glasses from his face, and threw them on the table.

The faint evening light shone on his fat face, shining with a disgustingly greasy sheen.

"Click"

is the sound of glasses falling on a clean table top and bouncing.

This voice caused Bai Xuan to tremble, and his little eyes showed a look of fear.

But soon, Bai Xuan suddenly figured out something.

The eyes suddenly changed from fear to boundless anger and hatred.

"It's you! .... It was you who took what Teacher Zhang brought back!

Bai Xuan stood up, clenched his small fists, and a light of hatred burst out from his eyes.

"You, you just watched Teacher Zhang fall there like that, and took the food he brought back!!"

"You... How can you...!!"

She was breathing hard, her chest heaving violently, already almost unable to control her emotions, her teeth clenched.

Fatty Zhao looked at the angry Bai Xuan, but just snorted contemptuously on the ground, completely ignoring that the floor had just been wiped:

"That old thing was bitten by a zombie, there is no rescue, little sister."

He stretched his head forward, his eyes were round, his eyebrows were tilted, and his expression was all cruel and vicious:

"I call this waste, thing, profit, use."

Bai Xuan, who heard this, could no longer suppress the mania in his heart.

"Ah!!"

She let out a scream and rushed towards Fatty Zhao, as if she wanted to fight with him.

"Give us back Teacher Zhang!!!"

"Give us back what we all eat!!."

"You this!! Hmm.....,"

she was already in tears, hysterical.

But within half a second of rushing over, he was grabbed by Fatty Zhao's thick giant hand and covered his mouth.

She complained angrily, muted.

Hands and feet combined to kick and beat Fatty Zhao, but unfortunately it was too short to reach him.

Fatty Zhao's thick arm grabbed her throat again.

He looked violent and fierce, and easily lifted Bai Xuan's small body with one hand, pinching her from the ground and propped her up against the wall.

"Don't blame uncle for being ruthless, who let you not grow eyes."

His face was close to Bai Xuan's hateful eyes, and he whispered,

"I'll send you to meet your teacher Zhang right away!"

Bai Xuan's little face had turned red sharply due to lack of oxygen, and his hands and feet were pedaling indiscriminately, but unfortunately it had no effect.

She had already pinched her cheeks twitching, her nose trembled, but her eyes were staring at Fatty Zhao's ugly face.

If he dies, he can't let him go!

......

Sun Jiao waited in the room for a long time, and did not wait for Bai Xuan to come.

She felt an inexplicable sense of unease in her heart.

All along, she had asked Bai Xuan to clean the room.

From the first day she came here, she found that this well-behaved and cute child was especially like her deceased daughter.

Since childhood, he has been so sensible and strong, and he looks like a little adult.

She knew that she was just a wretched worm who traded her body for food, and she had to please those who gave her food all day.

In fact, she already didn't want to continue such a day, she really wanted to die like this.

Living like this is simply worse than dying.

But since coming here, she always felt that she inexplicably wanted to take care of Bai Xuan's child.

This is also the reason why she always cleans the room, and also calls Bai Xuan to come over to clean and then give her food.

Sun Jiao knew how ridiculous this behavior was, and took the food exchanged for her body and gave it to a little girl who was just like her dead daughter.

This pathetic act of compensating for the lack of feelings through others.

She looked down on herself from the bottom of her heart, but she still thought that she wanted to help this little girl more in her limited life, that's all.

Bai Xuan would come on time every time, not slackening because the room was already clean, or cleaning very carefully every time.

At present, the sky is getting darker and darker, and he still hasn't waited for Bai Xuan.

She couldn't sit still.

Today, Teacher Zhang just died, and she was afraid that something had happened to Bai Xuan.

Sun Jiao walked out of her room and began to inquire, asking several survivors, but there was no news.

Others also asked her if she needed to trade again, and then looked at her with slightly lewd eyes, completely ignoring her questions.

Coming to Fatty Zhao's door, she also knocked lightly.

It took a long time for Fatty Zhao to come over and open the door, and when he saw that it was Sun Jiao, he was stunned.

He glanced down at his watch and said impatiently,

"What for? What time is that? And didn't you ask you to come back in a few days, Lao Tzu is not interested now.

But Sun Jiao keenly noticed that Fatty Zhao did not wear glasses, and his face was full of fierceness.

From the crack in the open door, she saw that Fatty Zhao's desktop was clean and tidy, as if it had been carefully cleaned.

Her heart sank, and she felt bad.

But she did not move on the surface, but moved forward charmingly, and the whole person seemed to have no strength, clinging to Fatty Zhao.

"Dead ghosts, people.... I

can't wait....."The beauty entered his arms, Fatty Zhao didn't look happy at all, he frowned and opened his mouth to scold:

"You can't understand people, do you?"

The gesture is to push her and push her out.

But the pretty beauty who fell on top of him slid to the side and broke into the room.

I saw Bai Xuan who fell to the ground and did not wake up.

"Bai Xuan!!"

She still had the slightest lust-ridden look, and her pretty face was suddenly white.

There were very obvious pinching marks on Bai Xuan's neck, red and red, and the whole person had collapsed on the floor of Fatty Zhao's room, his eyes closed.

She hurriedly ran over and put her hand in front of Bai Xuan's small nose.

And weak breathing!

Before

Sun Jiao could do something, she heard the sound of the door closing and locking.

"Fatty Zhao, are you crazy, why did you put such a heavy hand on a child?!"

Sun Jiao looked excited, roared angrily at Fatty Zhao, and usually called him Boss Zhao when he was fawning over him.

"One by one, are you all full, go to Lao Tzu's room."

Fatty Zhao put his left hand on the fist of his right hand and pinched the joints with a click.

"And you stinky, what does it have to do with you that I beat this little?"

"Even you come to make fun, could it be that you are her mother?!"

He stepped forward and grabbed Sun Jiao's collar, directly tearing her clothes apart.

"Snap! Syllable! Two

slaps poured into Sun Jiao's face, directly leaving two red blood marks, and then flung them fiercely.

He threw her to the place where Bai Xuan was lying and threw her down.

"You slut, didn't you just fancy Lao Tzu's food, and you are not satisfied with it!"

"I still have to take care of Lao Tzu's affairs!"

He threw Sun Jiao, who had been blinded, on the ground and picked up the steel bar he had placed in the room.

Sun Jiao blocked Bai Xuan's body deadly, afraid that she would be affected.

"Oh? Could it be that you are really her mother? A pariah, a pariah, what a perfect match! Seeing

Sun Jiao's appearance of rebelling against himself, he was completely furious.

Copied the steel bar and smashed it on Sun Jiao's body, smashing her down.

This blow was extremely heavy, and Sun Jiao only felt that she was almost unable to breathe, and the pain spread throughout her body.

But she gritted her teeth and said

, "You this, only 5 seconds of thing!"

She wants to provoke Fatty Zhao and make him focus his anger on himself and attract firepower.

As soon as he heard '5 seconds', he really broke the defense for Fatty Zhao.

"You kind of say it again!!"

"Don't you want to get out of Lao Tzu's room alive today!"

He raised the steel bar high again.

In the crack of the door of the room, a crimson Tang knife quietly stretched in.

While Fatty Zhao was speaking loudly, he cut the lock of the door with a knife.