Zombie Super God Stick

“Right in the middle, right in the middle. Hurry up. There is still work to be done today. Don’t sleep in, right in the middle… ”

Kim Jong-jung, in a daze, felt that someone was shaking himself, and Kim Jong-jung, who always had the gas to get up, slapped away the evil arm that shook on his body: “Don’t bother me.” Today is the weekend. I don’t have to go to school, I’m going to sleep until twelve. ”

Kim Jong-jung turned over and planned to continue Meimei’s sleep. But the next moment there was a pain in my ears. “Little rabbit, dare to hit your mother? Get up for the old lady. ”

Kim Jong-chung was picked up in this way. With a tangled face, he begged for mercy: “Ah… It hurts. Mom, let it go. I got up. ”

“Hmph. Hurry up and wash up, and wait for Jia Jia to take you to meet the customer. It’s a big fish. Don’t mess it up. A chubby middle-aged woman appeared in front of Kim Jong-jung.

“I wipe. Who are you? Kim Jong-jung was stunned. The middle-aged woman in front of her definitely didn’t know herself. Kim Jong-jung can swear. But why does it feel familiar?

“Little bunny, are you crazy? I’m your mother. The middle-aged woman roared angrily.

The next moment, Kim Jong-jung felt a pain in his head. Countless memories that do not belong to me appear in my mind. It turned out that he crossed himself. This person is also called Kim Jong-jung. Known as Xuanwu Boy. It’s actually a magic stick. And according to their own memory. The place where I live is called Jiajia Daxia. The middle-aged woman in front of her is her mother. The neighbors call her Sister Jin. And Jia Jia, Wang Zhenzhen, Luo Kaiping…

Well, Kim Jong-jung already understands the world in which he lives. In his previous life, he watched the TV series “I Have a Date with Zombies”, and Kim Jong-jung suddenly felt fucked. The world is dangerous. Ghosts, zombies, and monsters are constantly emerging. Who is it bad to cross into? Crossing into the tribulation of the divine stick Kim Jong-jung?

It’s all the fault of the name. Why is he called Kim Jong-jung? If you call Tianyou, won’t you be able to cross into a pig’s foot? Kim Jong Center thinks about his life of decay. In his previous life, he was hit and killed by a large truck with two hundred yards crossing the road. Before dying, he found that Nima, the driver of the big truck, was actually an eleven-twelve-year-old elementary school student. “Poof…” Vomiting blood. When even schoolchildren can drive wagons. (Residual thoughts).

Whether Kim Jong-chung wants it or not. There is no going back in time. Kim Jong-jung can only say sorry to his parents in his previous life. 、

Looking at her son’s daze, Sister Jin raised her hand and shook it in front of Jin Zhengzhong’s eyes, “Zhengzhong.” Center. So are you? Is it sick? Sister Jin touched Jin Jongzhong’s forehead with concern. He was relieved to find that Kim Jong-jung’s body temperature was normal.

“Okay, Mom. You go out first. I’m going to wash it. Kim Jong-chung exclaimed helplessly.

“Okay. You hurry. Jia Jia was already waiting for us downstairs. Sister Jin explained and left.

Kim Jong-jung smiled bitterly. Look at the neat Zhongshan suit on the side. Helplessly put it on. Because to pretend to be a Xuanwu boy. Therefore, all of Kim Jong-jung’s clothes are Zhongshan clothes or Taoist robes. Not even casual clothes. Simply scrubbed it again. I looked at the immature face in the mirror. “Hey. A divine stick is a divine stick. Mix and eat first. ”

Jiajia Daxia downstairs. Jia Jia, the owner of Daxia, sat in the car. Seeing Sister Jin and Jin Jong-jung walking out of the door, a smile appeared on their faces: “Sister Jin, Zhengzhong.” Get in the car. I talked to my old classmate. They will be waiting for us at the villa this morning. Zhengzhong, you have to help my old classmates. ”

“No problem. It’s wrapped around me. Kim Jong-jung swore and said, “There is my Xuanwu boy.” Everything is illiterate. ”

Kim Jong-jung found that his face had actually evolved to rival a city wall. Nonsense, fooling people or something. His predecessor really deserves to be a senior divine stick. Since the age of ten, he has been abducted by Jin Jie. But Kim Jong-jung himself admired himself. Over the years, most of the living expenses of the mother and son have actually been earned by their own abduction. His cheap father, Kim Shouzheng, has hardly given much living expenses every month since he became addicted to gambling, and their mother and son have hardly paid their mother and son.

Got in the car. Jia Jia drove while talking about the guest situation this time. It turned out that the customer this time was Jia Jia’s old classmate, and she and his husband’s family were famous real estate developers. Net worth billions of billions. The other day, the family began to have bad luck. Someone from the company’s construction team fell to their deaths. Workers are clamoring for compensation.

Continuous nightmares. Walking on a banana peel and falling. Cut vegetables into fingers. Wait a minute… Jia Jia’s old classmate felt that he must have encountered a bad ghost and wanted to ask a senior monk to do it. The result is still useless. It’s still bad luck. I was almost involved in a car accident the day before yesterday. After Jia Jia heard about it, he introduced himself to Jia Jia’s famous ‘Xuanwu Boy’ in Daxia, hoping to help his old classmates solve their troubles.

Jia Jia at the time of introduction. Kim Jong-jung, however, did not pay the slightest attention to this. Because as soon as you get in the car. A shy voice sounded in Kim Jongjung’s mind. “Make sure that the master has completely integrated with this body. The inheritance of the Immortal Ring begins. ”

The next moment. Kim Jong-jung found himself in an unfamiliar room. In front of me floats a large loli wearing a kimono. A pair of silver-white eyes with a red shyness on his face. “I rub, Hinata Hinata.”