Doomsday: I, a top killer, became a lolita

Soon, Teacher Li fell into the siege of zombies.

There was blood flowing from the ground.

The zombies on the periphery, who could not eat meat, hurried to the ground and began to suck his blood with dust.

Several heads licked frantically on the ground, licking the dirty ground clean.

If you can't eat meat, you can only drink soup outside.

Shen Qianqian covered her mouth, her body and head trembling.

I don't know if it's sadness or fear.

There was a bat, which was thrown out weakly, fell to the ground, stained with dust and blood, and slowly rolled in front of Shen Qianqian.

She stepped forward and picked up the bat.

Teacher Li held it for too long, and there was still sweat and temperature on it, which was proof that Teacher Li had lived hard.

Now, this temperature is passed on to Shen Qianqian.

She raised her bat, there was nothing in her eyes at the moment, and she had to make the last resistance for her fate.

After drinking the blood, the peripheral zombies suddenly noticed a few fresh children here.

The children behind Shen Qianqian lost their last reliance and let out desperate and sharp cryes.

She herself felt that her hand holding the bat was a little soft, and it was impossible not to be afraid.

"Boom!"

Just as Shen Qianqian was about to rush forward, a huge wooden box suddenly fell in front of her eyes, smashing dust on the ground.

What's the situation??

A punk girl wearing a black baseball cap fell from the sky and stepped firmly on the big box, blocking Shen Qianqian and the zombies.

She wore a black and purple fashion jacket that opened the placket to reveal the skeleton short T lined underneath.

The lower body is covered by a jacket, which looks like he is not wearing pants, but in fact he is wearing black short hot pants.

Her brim was studded with gold exaggerated patterns, and her equally golden-dyed hair flowed out from under the brim and was tied into two fluffy marijuana braids and placed behind her.

The plain face does not have the slightest makeup, but like a hibiscus out of the water, there is a slight blush in the white, a pure and cute look, which is a strong contrast with her outfit.

She had a half-smoked lady's cigarette in her mouth, with a blueberry pattern already burned in half.

She reached behind her back, took out the pinned axe, and said in an unquestionable but extremely relaxed tone:

"Little sister, stand back!"

Followed by a man in a suit, his face was serious and cold, he stretched out his hand to block Shen Qianqian, and said:

"Please back off."

The punk girl slashed an axe at the head of the zombie who just wanted to rush over, chopping it off.

At the same time, he kicked the head of a zombie that had bitten over and smashed it into the wall.

This kick turned out to be extremely powerful, directly kicking the zombie's head into the wall and smashing a crack.

Its head exploded directly and exploded into fireworks on the wall.

"Pay attention to Wang Yuan's situation!"

The punk girl did not return her head, fighting in the zombie group, the means were very violent, and there were constantly zombie heads blooming under her hands.

The man in the suit glanced back at a little girl lying on the ground, which should be the Wang Yuan that the punk girl said.

"She's okay."

The man in the suit replied with no expression on his face.

Shen Qianqian and several elementary school students were wide-eyed, looking at these two people who fell from the sky, especially the punk girl who was fighting with zombies in front.

The zombie group in front was temporarily killed by her to create a gap, and the ground, walls, and ditches were all filled with blood and brain pulp from zombies.

At this time, the blueberry-flavored lady's cigarette in her mouth had not even burned out.

The punk girl spat out a smoke ring and took a graceful puff.

Then took advantage of the gap of the zombies, turned around and patted the wooden box behind him, and the lid of the box was directly slapped open.

She flicked her baseball cap, moved the brim to the back, and then reached in, and actually pulled out a huge red chainsaw from it!

The jagged and bloody ones were apparently used to cut the flesh.

"Let's open the meal!!"

The girl jerked the zipstring of the chainsaw, and it immediately rumbled and roared, as if it were a beast that had been hungry for a long time.

The gap that had just been killed was immediately filled by zombies, not afraid of the chainsaw in the girl's hand.

They simply do not understand what real death is.

The punk girl's small body holds up a huge red chainsaw, which has a wonderful sense of contrast.

"Zi la zi la zi la!!"

The chainsaw immediately converged with the zombie group, raising an endless blood mist, which was rippled by the blood and flesh being shattered.

The encircled zombies were like being cut by a lawn mower, breaking their bodies one after another, being cut in half and twisting on the ground.

Their fearless charge only collapsed in an instant.

The original white skeleton on the punk girl's skeleton T was also stained with blood.

"What a red chicken !!"

She had an excited expression on her face, like a happy child, rushing left and right with a chainsaw in the zombie group, invincible.

The scene was a little disgusting for a while, and several elementary school students covered their eyes and did not dare to look.

Only the punk girl, like the Grim Reaper, killed seven in and seven out of the corpse.

With the rough chirping of the chainsaw, the ground was already full of broken zombie bodies.

She walked over and stepped on the upper bodies of one zombie after another, sticking the end of the chainsaw into their heads.

It's like opening a can, and let the red and white things inside splash out.

"Done!"

At this moment, there was nothing on the ground that could move, and dozens of zombies were actually sawed alive by her alone.

She put down the chainsaw she was carrying, threw it into the box, and patted her bloodied hands.

"Boom!"

The chainsaw fell into the box and made a crashing sound.

"Ji Mengyao, you can't put it lightly, if you don't cherish it, I won't help you repair it again."

The man in the suit said with an unhappy face, but even the threat was expressionless.

The punk girl known as Ji Mengyao did not care about the accusations of the man in the suit, took out a tissue and began to wipe her face and hands.

After wiping it, he took out a blueberry-flavored lady's cigarette from his pocket again, and said nonchalantly:

"Why are you so petty, this big guy is very durable."

Pull out your lighter, light it, and take a big sip.

The smell of blueberry mint washed her nose and lungs, refreshing her.

"Bring me one too."

The man in the suit spoke up again, and began to ask for cigarettes with a poker face, without any consciousness of begging for cigarettes.

Ji Mengyao moved the brim of her hat back to the front and said dissatisfiedly:

"I said, this is a lady's cigarette, you are a big man, why do you always rob me!"

However, the movement of his hand did not stop, walked over and stuffed one into the suit man's mouth, and then intimately raised his hand to help him light it.

The man in the suit immediately took a sharp breath, raised his hand to take the cigarette down, and spit out the smoke:

"No way, it's too fragrant."

Even when he was really fragrant, his face did not change expression, this was an iron-faced paralysis.

He took a few more puffs before continuing

, "It's just because you gave me hard work, and every time I help you carry something, I'm going to get a work injury."

When Ji Mengyao heard the suit man's words, she just snorted, pouted her lips and did not speak, ready to turn around.

"Be careful!"

The man in the suit who was still smoking suddenly changed his expression drastically, and pulled Ji Mengyao to the side and rolled awkwardly.

"Boom!"

A huge metal blade smashed into the place where Ji Mengyao had just stood!