Fast-traveling female supporting role counterattacks in a different way

Chapter 94 The Zombie Emperor Is Not a Son Doll

However, this guy has evolved since his mother's womb, so he must have become a zombie king now!

Zombie King is a son doll?
Emma!Great, son doll.

Being the zombie king at such a young age, the other zombies are not convinced, anyway, I am not convinced now.

"Cough! You ran around on the road, and no zombies eat your tender meat?" Rosie's tone was a little malicious.

Forgive myself for being jealous now. Jealousy has made me hideous and insane. I don't even intend to be friendly to a baby.

"No, they are very friendly when they see me...and give me some meat." The little milkman tilted his head and thought for a while, and answered Rosie's confusion with big eyes.

Uh... you cow!
But do zombies feed it meat?What kind of meat are you eating?
The zombie ripped out its intestines for it to eat?Or grabbed the bloody heart of a human being and gave it to eat?Or catch a mutated animal and let it chew raw? ...

Bah bah bah!I can't think about it anymore, forgive myself that this Buddhist zombie can't stand such a bloody scene.

"But I don't think it tastes good, it's not chewy."

Oh?is it? !
Wiping the sweat that didn't exist on her forehead, Rosie took a look at the white cat and felt that the white cat was more bloody.

Didn't you see that zombies dislike raw meat that is not chewy?

This guy probably ate a lot of chewy raw meat before, but he didn't pay attention to what he ate, he didn't look like a human being, and he really didn't have a good brain.

Showing cuteness is now defeated by others.

They didn't find a meal, except for Rosie, the other three were all doting on this little kid.

The cuteness of the white cat was ignored.

It's no wonder that White Cat is teaming up with Rosie now, staring at each other badly.

"Oh, what's your name?" The topic returned.

"do not know!"

Well, nameless.

Poor child, he doesn't know what to ask, and he can live so tenderly in the last days.

"Your clothes are beautiful, where did you steal them?" Rosie purposefully dragged the topic.

"It wasn't stolen!" The little zombie was angry.

"Oh, that was stolen." Anyway, it's either a thief or a robber.

It's not the same method as dishonorable.

This is not what a gentleman does!
"Someone gave it to me...they wore it for me." The little zombie hesitated and said.

cut!Don't lie to me, an honest man.

Honest people don't believe it, go away!

"Really!" The little zombie became anxious, and the volume of his voice increased unconsciously.

"Okay, okay, I believe it, keep your voice down, wake them up, and be careful that I will cut you." Rosie signaled the bronze sword in her hand, warning the other party.

"Hmph!" The other party lacked confidence, snorted coldly, then lowered his head and clapped his hands to play again.

I guess I feel like I'm going to have a meal, and I'm too embarrassed to break up with Rosie; I may also think that Rosie has a sword, and I can't fight it alone.

It can only be weak.

"I'll give you a name with connotations!" Rosie felt that this baby was so thick-skinned, and she would probably spend a long time in the future, so she couldn't be called a brat.

It's better to give each other a name.

"What name?" The little zombie was curious, waiting for Rosie's inner name.

"Just nameless!"

I remember that in a certain martial arts novel, there was a sword-making hero named Wuming.

At that time, Rosie felt that the name had connotations.

Now that the little zombie is called this name, Rosie thinks it suits it well, and hopes that it can evolve into a hero among zombies in the future.

"I know I'm nameless."

"Yes, you—nameless! That's the decision."

"Isn't that still nameless?"

"Yeah, Wuming, the name has connotations!" I knew the name had connotations.

Little Zombie: ...

"Can I have another name?"

"What? You still want a name?"

"Yes!"

"Then the first name is Wuming, and the younger name is Xiaoming!" Simple and easy to remember.

"My life is my life?" The zombie doll frowned enough to kill a few flies.

What a broken name?

It's better to be nameless, why do you want such a name.

After thinking brokenly, the little zombie asked again, "Can I have another name?" These two names are not pleasant, and they are not domineering at all.

"Two names are enough. Now that you have a big name and a small life, what name do you need? Don't mess around if you don't understand!" Sure enough, the little zombie has no knowledge, and it's terrible that he has no education.

Little Zombie: "..."

Please change your name, these two names go away!
I don't want such an ugly and casual name!
"Awakened what ability? Oh, by the way, are you a boy or a girl?" Rosie looked at the other's little butt when she asked the last sentence.

I really want to take off the other person's pants and see the gender.

"do not know!"

What do you know?

Rubbing her forehead, Rosie was about to ignore the topic of the past, and asked again, "What ability do you have?"

The little zombie understood now, raised his hand, and waved at the wooden stool under Rosie's butt.

Rosie saw a cloud of black smoke quickly running towards her buttocks, she quickly moved away to hide, and turned her head to find that the stool she had just sat on was gone.

Space ability?

This is a bit different from what I know about the space power users!

Rosie looked at the other party suspiciously, and the white cat also meowed, flew up, squatted on Rosy's shoulder, and looked at the other party.

The little zombie's eyes flashed with pride, and he waved his hand at the iron basin in the room.

This time Rosie saw it clearly, and saw that the cloud of black mist met the iron frame basin, and the iron frame basin quickly turned into fly ash.

amazing.

This is very similar to a dog that bites without saying a word. It doesn't look bad, but the consequences are very unexpected.

The dark ability, the corrosiveness is terrible.

Good guy, this baby has turned on a cheat.

Being so awesome at such a young age has made countless zombies bow down.

Rosie felt that she had encountered this guy head-on, and she couldn't survive a few tricks.

But thinking about it, I'm still not reconciled, being suppressed by a brat, how can I bear it.

The Zombie Emperor must not be the son doll in front of him!

The Emperor of Lost must be himself, a cute girl with a bronze sword in her hand!
Taking a deep breath, Rosie said softly, "Find a place tomorrow, let's compete." Let's see who is the best.

There is no shame in bullying young children.

This guy is no longer a simple child, he is poisonous~

"I, I don't want it!" The little zombie looked at the bronze sword in Rosie's hand in fear, thinking that it must hurt if the knife cut him, so he didn't want to fight him!

I just have a meal by myself, and I don't want to fight with the other party.

"One-on-one! Must!" Rosie did not give up.

We must challenge each other to let all zombie brothers know from now on: The zombie emperor is not his son!

The zombie king is a female doll.

"No!" The little milk baby pursed her mouth, and there were two big tear bubbles in her eyes.

Poor little cabbage, who looks like a poor little cabbage who left her mother at the age of three.

snort!He also wanted to act pitiful, but he was not Xiaodi Su and the others.

If I don't eat this kind of thing myself, I'm immune to pretending to be a poor little tear bubble.

Who made himself a zombie now, zombies don't have a kind heart.

My heart is already dark.

(End of this chapter)