Why did the Brahma be aware of something, and looked up to a dark corner, only to see a vague figure.
He pressed the position of his heart, and there was no wave there. His heart has long since stopped beating.
Looking down at his almost transparent wrist, the dark blue blood vessels flowed under the flesh. He never gets hurt outside, just because his blood is blue.
He maintains the physiological functions of a human, but he has no heartbeat, like a living dead, rejected by the world.
He Yifan has seen the so-called zombies on the Internet. Nothing can see sunlight, crosses, garlic, dog blood, and glutinous rice, which can effectively deal with zombies. When he had savings, oh, the currency in circulation in this world, referred to as RMB, he bought all these things and tried them.
The results showed that he was not afraid of these things.
And I think these things are disgusting.
In the end, why Brahman himself was puzzled, what exactly is he? People definitely don't count. Can people live if they lose their heartbeat? But it's not exactly a zombie. Seeing the vowed look on the Internet, why is he not afraid of these things
Holding his wrist, he pursed his lips.
A group of people left the scene until late at night, wrapped their heads tightly like thieves, and quietly walked out one after another.
Zhu Changzai regretfully watched the girls go beyond him and sighed with regret. That's it! If he can succeed today, he still cares about this night
He Yifan got up and sat for too long, and his whole body became stiff. He greeted Zhu Changzai and planned to leave. It's late at night, and the zombies also need to rest.
Since you don't know what you are, let's call it a zombie for now!
"Hey, wait a minute, don't rush to go," Zhu Chang was quick to stop the person, smiled and passed a glass of wine, "Hey, your manager told me to take care of you. Look at this. I didn’t bother you all night, did I? Since I'm leaving, how about a drink with me first?"
He raised his eyebrows and forced the wine into He Yifan's hands.
He Yi Fanding looked at him and saw that he couldn't refuse, and gently pressed his lips, "Guide Zhu, I, I don't know how to drink..."
Once the tutoring was extremely harsh, his father only hoped that he would study hard and get fame in the future. He thought that drinking was a mistake, and never let him get half a drop. Thinking of his family, his eyes were gloomy.
Zhu Chang sighed in his heart. Seeing that he hadn't done anything, he urged: "Hey, Xiaohe, as a boy, it's okay to drink a little bit. Look, I drank so much tonight. It's not the same as standing upright. Here? It's all right, the red wine is not intoxicating! If you don't drink, you won't give me Zhu's face!" He stared, looking dissatisfied.
No matter, just have a drink, it should be fine, right
Even my father once said that after getting fame and socializing in officialdom, drinking is inevitable. Now, can it be considered socializing
Why is the water flowing in Fan's eyes, and he sighs lightly, "I drink."
Putting the wine glass to his lips, the weird smell made him frowned and barely entered his mouth. He couldn't wait to pour all the red wine in like poison.
In addition to the taste of alcohol, there is also a taste that I don't know what it is. He licked the corners of his lips, his brows tucked tightly.