That's the posture of walking a cat or playing with a dog.
Especially when she thought she had fooled everyone by drowning herself in the mud, the man's mocking gaze was filled with the arrogant contempt of a victor.
His mouth didn't open, but his eyes said it all.
Just keep hiding your life; you deserve this fate.
He dismissed his accomplices and hid away to admire the current predicament of a once-talented woman, feeling quite pleased with himself.
Seeing her careful yet filthy appearance, he felt inexplicably good, especially good, and even whistled before leaving.
The silly corpse was in a sorry state, and it was obvious why. Ugly didn't ask, but found some clean clothes for her to change into, and then took her dirty clothes downstairs and buried them in a hole.
Seeing her irritably fiddling with her messy hair in front of the mirror, I silently turned on the water and found shampoo for her.
He first learned what a vain zombie looked like from this clean and tidy head.
[Your beautiful mind is even more beautiful now! I love it, I love it so much! May you always be beautiful.]
A three-strand braid that was far from perfect completely won her heart; Ugly was finally relegated to the status of a corpse.
[Hehe, good corpse, you're a good corpse. When I grow up and become queen, you'll be my first little brother.]
Should I thank you for your kindness?
Ugly asked, "Why do you think of yourself as a baby?"
I am a baby, I was born that way.
"We are zombies, and zombies are humans who have turned into zombies."
No, I wasn't born from an egg. I was born a zombie. I didn't grow up to become a queen; I'm still a baby.
"What egg?"
[I don't know, lots of eggs, bastards, big bad guys, get lost, you son of a bitch, go to hell with your eggs.]
Ugly: ...
Since the communication failed, let's go dancing instead.
Communicating with stupid corpses will make you stupid.
Entertainment makes people happy.
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