Shishi glanced at the fake product with obvious disdain.
"It's not a real bang, you're just silly little eggs."
The two brothers' eyes lit up even more.
Shen Qin exclaimed, "Your Majesty, you've touched the real 'Bang Bang'?"
Shishi said proudly, "Never touched it."
Something flashed through her mind, and she frowned slightly as she processed it.
Why are they here again?
Hey, I've got an idea!
"Shishi is the queen, she can draw really well, the kind of drawing that can blow your mind."
"You will be the Corpse's underlings, and call her the Corpse Queen. The Corpse will draw the pictures for you, and you can find a factory to make them yourselves."
She had never touched one, but whenever she saw a "bang bang," images of paper with lots of "bang bang" drawn on it would pop into her mind.
That's how it was just now, that's how it was on the train, and that's how it was when Stinky Egg came in here.
In the past, when she saw humans using bang bang to blow up zombie brains, her mind would also be filled with many images.
It was as if she had seen it before, and as if she had painted it many times.
But she was certain of her limited memories that she had never seen or drawn it.
She's just an ordinary little zombie, how could she possibly be a painter?
strangeness.
She asked the ugly zombie next door.
The ugly zombie said that what she was doing was daydreaming, and that she could have and do anything in her dreams.
But she doesn't dream during the day, and since she came here she only dreams at night. In her dreams, only Rotten Egg buys meat for her to eat, not Bang Bang.
She had thought about it for a long time, but she still couldn't figure out why the image of banging was in her mind.
Even with a brand new, beautiful brain, I still can't figure it out here.
Now, she thought about it again and concluded that it must be because she was smart, so her brain could do it on its own.
Since she got a new body and a new brain, she can not only speak, but also thinks faster, all because she is smart.
She couldn't remember where she'd heard that humans seemed to have a place where their brains resided. Could it be that intelligent brains came from there?
I wonder which human stored this clever and beautiful brain before. If I replace it with this brain, will that human become an idiot?
Corpse likes this brain and doesn't want to give it back, so let Corpse become smarter first.
Once the zombie becomes the most noble zombie queen, find that idiot and make her her subordinate.
Yes, my very, very best little brother, just as good as Stinky Egg.
Stinky Egg is rich; he can raise zombies, so he can probably raise another idiot little brother.
Let's not let her go hungry, and give her pretty clothes to wear. Consider it a gift for the corpse that replaced her brain.
That day, when she went to that place with that bastard, she heard a banging sound.
You can tell from the sound that it's not very powerful, just a series of thuds.
Since Little Egg likes it, let's draw an even more powerful Boom for them.
The two brothers were overjoyed and exclaimed in unison, "Really?"
"Really, Shishi is very powerful, but you'd better be prepared not to smack Shishi's head."
Two little brothers were not enough, so she decided to recruit more little eggs to be her little brothers and realize her plan to become a sea queen as soon as possible.
To be a zombie queen, you need to be generous, give gifts, and genuinely give them to your underlings.
The ugly zombie said, "This is called 'manipulation'."
It wasn't appropriate to squeeze it, so she patted her little brother's head instead.
He raised his hand and slapped the child twice, giving each child a tap.
Only by winning over the minds of your underlings will they sift out their brains and give you their best.
Stinky Egg said it was safe here and no bad guys would hit her on the head, so she wasn't worried.
Little Egg is her little brother, so he would never hit her on the head.
The two little ones nodded vigorously.
"No bang, no bang, Queen, when will you draw us a real bang?"
The uncles who protect Grandpa all have real guns; they've seen them, but they're never allowed to touch them.
Uncle Chen said that his parents also had guns because they were heroes.
So, they also want to be heroes.
If the older sister can draw it, and they can find someone to make it, then they will have a real gun.
Shishi rolled her little brain, got up and went back to the room to rummage around, but couldn't find paper and pen, so she spread her hands.
"Sisi has no paper and pen, so she can't draw anymore."
His serious expression made Zhang Tong, who was washing the car, hold back his laughter for a long time.
This brat can draw too?
Can she really draw a log cabin design?
Okay, fine, draw it. But what's with taking it to a factory to be made?
Which factory would dare to make that thing?
Zhang Tong shook his head with amusement.
I wonder who held up five fingers and said it was three?
There were 15 dumplings in a bowl, and it took borrowing both of her hands, one of Yao Lixiang's hands, and her own hand to count them.
While other people have five fingers on their hands, in her eyes, a hand only has three fingers—the thumb and the little finger—which she doesn't recognize.
When asked why, she said that the thumb and little finger are short, not fingers.
The three thin, long ones in the middle are what she calls fingers; she gave them a name: the second pretty shell.
Anyway, he has a whole bunch of little theories, I don't know where he learned them from.
Shen Qin panicked, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I have paper and pen at home, I'll give them to you."
He wanted a real gun, really wanted one.
But Grandpa said children shouldn't touch it.
But he's not a little kid, he's six years old, he's a big kid.
The corpse struck a queenly pose, "Give me paper and pen, and I'll draw it for you."
Shen Qin took off running home and soon returned with paper and pen.
Uncle Chen teaches them to write whenever he has free time. They will be going to school in September, and there is no shortage of paper and pens.
Zhang Tong simply told the children to go back to the dining table in the main room and draw.
"Sit still on the stool, don't fall off."
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Upon hearing the news, Xiao Dan rushed back, only to find the crowd had already dispersed; he had missed the show...
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