But before he could reach the entrance of the fighter plane, a small hand picked up the waistband of his trousers and pulled him up. "" Mr.
Cook, who couldn't see or hear anything, was silent for a moment.
In the whole world, there is only one person who dares to do this to him.
He felt a headache and stretched out his hand to rub the center of his brow, wanting to say something, but the corners of his lips twitched, but no sound came out.
His eyes darkened and he couldn't speak?
This attack was so violent that it cut off all his senses at once, making him feel like a useless person.
Su Qian lifted a Mr.
Chef who was bleeding from all his veins and his face was blue-gray into the fighter plane, threw him into the lounge, lifted his eyeballs, felt his pulse, and raised his eyebrows. .
They are all so sick, yet they don’t even say a word about it.
The toxins in his body had eroded his internal organs, but this man didn't show any signs of strangeness.
Tsk, I can really resist.
Could it be that this person has a bad sense of pain and doesn’t know how it hurts?
Su Qian reached out and pressed his painful point.
Unexpectedly, the man under her palm suddenly curled up, and a large mouthful of black blood spurted out from his mouth.
The pain made his whole body convulse. "" She touched her nose, her eyes a little wandering.
Hmm, it seems that the pain is not bad, cough, well, she just gave it a try, there is really no other meaning, cough cough It seems that her attack almost completely crippled this person.
Is this considered to be adding more injuries to more disabilities?
Someone spread her hands and looked innocent.
To be honest, she really didn't mean it.
But seeing Mr.
Cook's painful posture, she rolled her eyes: Okay, okay, I can't be too cowardly to cure you.
Someone took out the doctor's tools one after another, put on a white coat and a nurse's cap, held a knife in one hand and pliers in the other, sharpened the knife and stabbed the chef who was in pain and convulsing. go.
Although Mr.
Cook couldn't hear, see, or speak, it didn't mean that his intuition had failed.
At least he could still feel that his clothes were being pulled open, and even his pants were not left for him.
I felt like I was lying naked on the chopping board, as pitiful as a fish struggling to death. "" Mr.
Cook froze and wanted to reach out and feel if his underwear was still there.
But in that case, it is really Regarding Mr.
Cook's rare entanglement and embarrassment, someone calmly looked at the male body lying in front of him on the rest bed with good proportions, strong muscles, well-defined abdominal muscles, and slender limbs, and nodded.
Well, although I have lost a little weight, I have exercised pretty well.
I think I will still be able to withstand her torture later.
Ah, bah, this is therapy.
She put down the knife and pliers, thinking about how to remove the mountains of toxins from his body. blood transfusion It doesn't seem to work.
If the blood is exchanged at the front, the back will continue to be contaminated, and the replacement will be in vain.
How to fix it Someone scratched her head, it would be nice if this guy was a zombie, but she couldn't die even if she was allowed to do whatever she wanted.
Not like now, the crispy skin will break if touched or Turn this guy into a zombie Anyway, if this guy turns into a zombie, those so-called toxins in his body will really have no use at all.
Well, that's a good idea.
Worry-saving, labor-saving and simple So someone first turned on the hidden defense of the fighter plane, and then went back and built a large cage made of special materials to prevent this guy from going crazy and destroying the fighter plane, which would be a bit more gain than loss.
After everything was taken care of, Suqian threw the naked Mr.
Cook directly into the cage, held his chin, and poured, um, the gadgets from the previous plane into Mr.
Cook's mouth. .
Mr.
Cook's gut felt creepy.
He always felt that the cold liquid sliding down his throat had an indescribable weirdness and bitterness.
His body subconsciously turned on defense, trying to squeeze out the liquid that had just been in the feeding tube, but Someone could tell his intentions at a glance.
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She curled her lips, smiled sinisterly, and slapped him directly on the mouth and nostrils.
The liquid that was about to flow out was slapped back.
What's more, because he couldn't breathe, he drank it directly. "" Mr.
Cook, who came back to his senses, moved his fingertips, somewhat dumbfounded.
What on earth did she feed him and she didn't let him spit it out?
It always feels like it's not a good thing, otherwise his body's defense awareness wouldn't automatically turn on.
But now that I'm ready, I just suppressed the thing.
It felt like it was absorbed directly as soon as it reached the stomach.
A strange feeling surged from his stomach to his limbs.
The indescribable weirdness made Mr.
Cook take a deep breath.
He was afraid that he would vomit it out, so he forced himself to sit up, but found that he was somewhat powerless.
He was silent for a moment, and just when he was about to try again, there was a sudden explosion in his head, causing him to lose consciousness.
He crawled to the ground with difficulty, his fingers digging into the floor of the cage, and he felt a strange feeling in his throat.
Ho ho sound. here we go.
Su Qiantai sat on the bed, munching on fruit and playing games.
At the same time, he checked the specific state of the person transformed into a zombie by the liquid under the shrinking window of the tablet.
Mr.
Cook's physical data was erratic, high and low, cold and hot.
One moment he immediately set off an alarm, and another moment he fell into a slump.
In short, it was as chaotic as data infected by a virus, flowing around in a mess.
Mr.
Cook himself also began to enter a state of frenzy, banging against the cage crazily, launching attacks unconsciously, and making extremely unpleasant roars.
Hearing this, Su Qian frowned, shook his head, and picked up the cotton that had been prepared.
He put it directly into his ears and pasted a few strengthening charms on the cage.
Then he walked into the main control room and drove the fighter plane towards the deepest part of the demon monster.
If this person really evolved into a zombie, he would naturally hunt and eat.
The magic crystals in the brains of the alien creatures in Demons and Demons are almost an evolutionary supplement, so it is always right to eat them.
It is the same as the evolution of zombies from the previous plane by eating crystal cores.
Although she still had a lot of crystal nuclei in her stone space, she couldn't give him that thing in vain.
If the aliens were to attack the barrier later, without the energy liquid purified by the crystal nuclei, she would just look at the aliens.
Destroy the barrier and stare.
Besides, zombies have to look like zombies.
It is always good to re-exercise that body and stimulate the energy to the maximum, so as not to accidentally kill him by the alien, which will make him useless In short, it is one sentence: Make enough food and clothing by yourself Someone didn't want to admit that he was just stingy and didn't want to give.
Why should he give it?
She cured him and let him live safely for a hundred years so that he could continue to take care of her three meals a day.
This was all agreed upon.
Why?
Mao wants to waste his own things in vain I won't do it aa2705221: