My Master is Lin Zhengying

Being bitten to death by a zombie now deserves it.

Boss Mo and Mo Ziying from Nine Opera Sect stood by, but they didn't quite understand either.

Anyway, it feels so dangerous, so scary.

After seeing everyone finished speaking, he interrupted again;

"Uncle Jiu, your old man is back.

How to deal with that zombie?

All of us from the Nine Opera Schools don't dare to play music anymore! "

Uncle Jiu waved his hand:

"No, tomorrow Pindao will set up a formation to lure that zombie to appear.

He was hacked to death with the thunder method of heaven. "

When Boss Mo heard this, his face changed in surprise:

"Nine, Uncle Nine, you still attract thunder?"

Uncle Jiu smiled:

"Follow the trend, anyone can lead to thunder..."

Uncle Jiu's words were obviously modest.

But Boss Mo was shocked, and he admired Uncle Jiu very much.

Afterwards, Boss Mo arranged a few rooms for everyone to rest at Nine Opera Gate.

Nan Chen was deficient in Qi and was helped to the room first.

Mo Ziying also fetched water, washed his face, and bandaged the wound.

Seeing Qiu Sheng, Ahao and Aqiang were envious to death.

After all, Mo Ziying is a beautiful woman and a pillar.

A well-known opera star in Renjia Town and several surrounding towns.

Nan Chen was extremely embarrassed, and kept saying no.

But this Mo Ziying is too caring and enthusiastic.

embarrass him...

By the time everything was done, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Uncle Jiu gave Nan Chen another qi invigorating pill before leaving.

In the town, there was no warning of zombies.

So everyone, can temporarily rest for a few hours.

Nan Chen closed his eyes and lay down exhausted.

This night, he narrowly escaped death.

It made him more eager for strength.

Only a more powerful force can gain a foothold.

Only a stronger force can go back.

In a daze, Nan Chen fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, I was awakened by the sound outside the house.

"Uncle Nine, Nanchen, Qiusheng Wencai..."

It was Awei's voice.

Nan Chen woke up, feeling drowsy.

Looking out the window, it is estimated that it will be seven o'clock now.

Although the sleep time is relatively short, Nan Chen's recovery ability is abnormal.

In addition, I took a qi-invigorating pill.

Physical strength has recovered a lot.

Walking out of the room, I saw Awei leading a large group of security guards to Jiuxi Gate.

Now the servant of Nine Opera Sect is taking care of the uncle Awei.

"Awei, how did you find it?"

Nan Chen walked to the stands in the front yard.

"Nan Chen, are you alright?

I just came out of Yihong Courtyard this morning when I heard that you were seriously injured.

So look, I brought my men over to see you..."