Doomsday Killing Frenzy

Tang Kezhi used to feel that his luck was good, but since he came to this world, his luck has become a single-term decreasing function, and the value has been so low that everyone is angry.

Like now...

"Can you tell me what you are doing now?" Mo Mo Nian looked at Tang Kezhi expressionlessly.

"...Aren't you asleep?" Tang Kezhi was a little embarrassed, and wiped his face with his hand.

"Who told you that zombies need to sleep?" Silence Nian said in a tone of surprise on purpose.

"...What are you doing with your eyes closed if you don't sleep?" Feeling that his logic was challenged, Tang Kezhi's face turned dark.

"Who stipulates that you can't close your eyes if you don't sleep?" Shen Mo Nian said very naturally: "But I don't think this is the issue we are going to discuss now."

"..." Tang Kezhi failed to use the ability to change the topic, and his HP was reduced by 10000. He is currently in a dying state.

"Huh?" Mo Mo Nian still looked calm, but there was already a look of displeasure in his eyes.

Tang Kezhi was reluctant to fight with Shen Mo Nian, he felt that the work was laborious and useless.

"Listen to me." After thinking for a while, Tang Kezhi still decided to understand and reason with the silent year, and use the power of words to influence the silent year: "I think we have no future. Sweet, why bother... With your handsome, unrestrained and suave appearance and your cool, handsome and domineering demeanor, no matter how you look at it, you can hook a lot of people with just a swipe of your little finger..."

"Well, there are quite a lot of adjectives." Silence Nian nodded in satisfaction: "Continue."

Tang Kezhi passed away in an instant. He looked helplessly at the luggage he had prepared for a long time behind the silent year, and knew that he would not be able to leave tonight.

"You want to go?" Mo Mo Nian held the bag in his hand without hesitation, and looked at Tang Kezhi coldly: "Where do you want to go?"

"Oh." Tang Kezhi sighed: "I said silent years, you can't do anything to me, why leave me here?"

"What do you mean I can't do anything to you?" Silent Nian still showed no expression.

"You can't turn me into a zombie." Tang Kezhi decided to have a showdown with Shen Monian: "I'm right."

"Oh? How did you see that?" Mo Mo Nian finally gave Tang Kezhi an expression.

"...When I communicated deeply with you for the first time, the dagger that was inserted into your palm must have been inserted into my leg." Tang Ke knew: "If your blood is useful to me, I will definitely not now It's human."

"When did you think of it?" Tang Kezhi, who was silent in his youth, felt a little strange about the sudden showdown.

"When I peed this morning..." Tang Kezhi stopped in the middle of his words, which shows that he himself knew that this was really not an honorable thing.

"Oh, so you mean, you woke up this morning and wanted to leave?" Silent Year smiled: "You think I will believe it?"

"Why don't you believe it!" Tang Ke felt that the silent year was a little ignorant.

"Tell me, why exactly." Silent Nian became impatient.

"..." Tang Kezhi knew that he couldn't get away with it, so he immediately changed his expression, from being righteous to being pitiful.I have to say that Lu Zhiyao's skin is indeed very suitable for acting like a baby. As soon as this expression came out, Mo Mo Nian's expression softened a lot: "Fang Quan is going to sell him to the strange sorghum, he is so scared, Brother Shen, hurry up!" Save people!"

"..." Mo Mo Nian was disgusted by Tang Kezhi, and said angrily, "Speak human words!"

"That bastard Fang Quan wants to sell me to Zhuang Bietian, what do you think?" Tang Kezhi took out a tomato from his pocket, wiped it with his sleeve and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Didn't you eat other people's food? You should pay some price." There is no good quality in the silent year, and the best quality is probably holding grudges—of course, if holding grudges is a quality.

"Me." Tang Kezhi was soft-spoken, and after a moment of silence, he said confidently: "Do I just mean a few vegetables?"

"Didn't you still have the tomato he gave you?" Silent Nian sneered, "It's almost done now."

"..." Tang Kezhi: "Brother, I was wrong, give me another chance."

"Wipe the tomato juice from the corner of your mouth." Silent Nian said disdainfully, "They bought you for a few packets of vegetables, and it's useless to give you ten more chances."

"No!" Tang Kezhi retorted: "He also gave Fang Quan information about the south!"

"How do you know?" Mo Mo Nian raised his eyebrows.

"I guessed it!" Tang Kezhi still had a serious face: "Trust me."

"Because you don't want to go with Zhuang Bietian, so you want to run away?" Mo Mo Nian didn't understand Tang Kezhi's convulsion at all, he was very clear about the information: "Is that so?"

"That's roughly the case." Tang Kezhi nodded, feeling a bad premonition.

"What if I say, I don't agree?" Tang Kezhi's bad premonition came true... Although Mo Mo Nian has no expression, his tone is absolutely gloating: "Should I give you a red envelope?"

"..." Fuck, Tang Kezhi scolded his mother silently in his heart, with a pitiful and cute smile still on his face: "Are you willing to let me go to accompany Zhuang Bietian in the silent year?"

"Why don't you give up." Mo Mo said: "You can't become a zombie anyway, why should I help you?"

"..." Why does this plot feel more and more wrong? Under normal circumstances, shouldn't it be the silent year, who swung his body like a tiger and beat Zhuang Bietian indiscriminately to protect himself?

"Well, go all the way." Mo Mo Nian shook his hand.

"My bag..." Tang Kezhi despaired of Shen Mo Nian.

"I'll take care of it. Every time I think of you, I'll take something out of it and eat it." Silent Year didn't seem like he was joking.

"..." Tang Kezhi took a deep breath, and told himself that self-cultivation is very important, don't get angry, don't get angry—I'm your mother, if you can bear this, it's Tang Kezhi! ! !

Then he rushed towards Silent Year, and then... There was no more.

When Zhang Yuhong climbed into the carriage, he saw his own boss with bruises on the corners of his mouth and eyes, with a ferocious face pressing a weak person under him, with one arm around someone's waist, one hand He smacked someone's butt with his hand, and yelled while twitching: "Call you crazy, call you crazy!!!"

... Hey, is that wave character the one I understand?Zhang Yuhong, who was still a young man, blushed, and stammered to interrupt his boss's fun: "Boss, boss, there is, something..."

"..." There was a moment of silence, Mo Nian stopped his movements, threw aside Tang Kezhi who had already looked silent, tidied his clothes and coughed dryly: "What's the matter?"

"This..." Zhang Yuhong glanced at Tang Kezhi, as if asking if he should speak in front of outsiders.

"It's okay, let's talk." Mo Mo Nian knew that Tang Kezhi couldn't play any tricks.

"Zhuang Bietian gave Fang Quan the map of the south, and the map is real." Zhang Yuhong said, "We suspect that there are traitors inside."

"Hmm." After thinking about it thoughtfully, he suddenly caught sight of Tang Kezhi, who was motionless for a long time, and his eyes lit up: "Tang Kezhi, are you dead?"

"Soon." Tang Kezhi wiped the nosebleed from his face: "I don't want to hear what you have to say later."

"Are you sure?" Shen Mo Nian smiled firmly: "Are you sure you don't want to listen?"

"Forget it, you should talk about it." Tang Kezhi turned over and faced the roof of the car to stop the bleeding from his nose: "It's definitely not a good thing to tell me."

"I can let you leave Zhuang Bietian." Mo Mo Nian smiled gently: "Do you think I treat you well?"

"Conditions?" Tang Kezhi dragged his voice out, "Don't tell me it's what I think—I absolutely—absolutely—would not agree."

"Business, it's all about negotiation." Mo Mo Nian didn't mind Tang Kezhi's refusal at all, he still smiled: "I can promise you other conditions."

"If you tell me what Zhuang Bietian has in his hands that you care about so much, I will agree." Tang Kezhi's face was covered with blood, and he looked a little embarrassed on the outside, but he couldn't feel the loose tone Any pressure: "How do you feel?"

Silent Year did not directly answer Tang Kezhi's question, and seemed to be weighing the value between the two.After thinking for a moment, he said slowly: "I suspect that Zhuang Bietian is a space power user."

"Oh?" Tang Ke sensed that he had vaguely grasped some important clue: "Space power is very important to you?"

"This is the second question." Silent Nian smiled not so happily: "If you help me get what I want, I will let you go."

"Hmm." Tang Kezhi slowly got up from the ground: "Give me my bag first."

Mo Mo Nian handed Tang Kezhi the bag thrown in the corner.

"I really hate people like you." Tang Kezhi was very impatient: "Selfish, arrogant, and domineering, as if everyone in the world is your mother and wants to obey you."

Mo Mo Nian didn't answer - he wouldn't be so stupid as to quarrel with Tang Kezhi.

"However, being your mother once in a while is tolerable." Tang Kezhi threw his backpack on his back and jumped out of the carriage.

Silent Nian didn't ask Tang Kezhi where he was going, he knew that Tang Kezhi agreed to the deal between them.