The Magnate’s Six-year-Old Niece

   Chapter 667 Zombie Virus

   Allen was naturally unwilling.

Apologize?

   He is the son of the underground master of Manchester City, the Prince of Manchester City, when has he ever been modest to others?

   "You don't accept me." Si Niannian saw the crux of the problem.

   Allen raised his eyes and looked at Si Niannian with contempt indeed.

"My father's master is a reclusive master in Huaguo. He is a famous teacher and has countless disciples. All of them are masters at the time and outstanding figures in various fields, and you are just a 12-year-old girl. How could it be my father's junior sister?"

   "You brat, what did you say?"

  John wanted to teach Ellen a lesson, but was stopped by Bu Chensu.

   At the same time, Si Niannian stood up, first took off the messenger bag and handed it to Bu Chensui, and then walked towards Alan.

   "You're not hurt."

  Si Niannian finished his words, and a sweeping leg attacked Alan's plastered right leg.

   Allen hurriedly dodged, but his movements were dexterous, but he was somewhat affected by the presence of the plaster.

  Si Niannian continued to attack. Allen wanted to get her done with one hand, but found that he couldn't even do a normal block.

   Damn!

   What did this girl eat to grow up, why is she so strong?

  No way, Allen could only untangle the hanging arm and attack Si Niannian with both palms.

  However, while Si Niannian dodged sideways, he easily clamped his two wrists, and with only a slight force, Allen couldn't move, and his aching forehead was sweating profusely.

   "Pain Pain Pain, you..."

  Si Niannian's hand happened to be on his pulse, his brows twitched, and his eyes turned a lot colder.

   "Have you been drowsy recently, your memory has declined, and you can't concentrate on anything?" Si Niannian asked.

   Allen rolled her eyes at her, "What's your business? Let me go!"

  Si Niannian pulled him over with force on his hand, pinching his two wrists with one hand, while the other hand first opened his eyelids to look, then opened his lower jaw to look at the tongue coating.

   "How long have you been eating?"

   This question made Allen stunned for a moment.

"……Can not remember."

  John also noticed something was wrong, "Little Junior Sister, what's wrong with him?"

  Si Niannian released Allen, bent over to crush his cast, and checked the muscles and blood vessels on his calf.

   "Second Senior Brother, I suggest you find a reliable institution to test his blood."

   "Blood test?"

Si Niannian nodded, "His pulse is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, occasionally stops suddenly, muscle elasticity decreases, and his body temperature is very low, which is the reason for the low blood circulation rate, lethargy, and memory loss, which indicates that the brain and cerebellum are damaged. , I suspect he was poisoned."

   "Poisoned? What are you kidding? How could I not know that I was poisoned?"

Alan was indeed frightened by Si Niannian's action of crushing the plaster with his bare hands, but he quickly put it behind him and pouted, "Since you said that I was poisoned, then tell me, the one in me is What poison?"

  Si Niannian spoke clearly, "Zombie virus."

  Allen: "..."

"Pfft!" He didn't believe it, so he smirked, "You lied and didn't make drafts, and you gave zombie viruses, what age is it now? Humans and zombies signed a peace treaty for hundreds of years, and zombies have long been invisible. Now, you actually said that I was infected with a zombie virus, you might as well just say that I am a zombie."

  Si Niannian looked solemn, "You can say that, because it won't be long before you will really become a complete zombie."

   (end of this chapter)