Nan Muran frowned, and her breath began to become low: "Then go and tell her to take the entire South City zombie army away from the battlefield."
The little zombie originally thought that Nan Muran would scold him or even attack him for his ignorance, but he didn't expect to hear such a sentence. His little body instantly became relaxed. His aunt's crystal core was saved, which also saved his aunt's life.
"Okay, I'll go find my aunt and ask her to take the zombie army from South City away from here."
Looking at the little zombie's cheerful back, Nan Muran's smile was somewhat helpless. Such a naive little zombie king, expecting her to control the entire zombie army? No matter how you look at it, it's not good enough.
"Or do you still want to kill her?" Jiawu, who had just gone upstairs, didn't know what had happened before, so he looked at Nan Muran with some uncertainty.
Nan Muran shook her head slightly: "Brother Wu, how about we make a bet?"
"Bet, what are you betting on?" Jiawu was a little confused.
"Just bet on why that little girl's cheap aunt is willing to protect her with all her heart." Nan Muran's eyes became more profound.
Jiawu was a little confused, but Siye's eyes lit up: "Is there something wrong with that female zombie king?"
"But that little fool may not be able to discover it." Nan Muran couldn't help feeling a little regretful. You know, it took her a lot of effort to help that little fool increase his strength.
Xuan Wu in the space reminded Nan Muran helplessly: "The little zombie king also uses his own consciousness to control the zombie army."
"You mean her control method is very similar to my psychic ability?"
"Yes, so she can also hear the other person's thoughts, but this ability is only useful for zombies."
Nan Muran nodded, but her tone was indifferent: "Then I hope she can hear good news."
Because of the little zombies, the zombie army that originally went upstairs began to be driven back. Nan Muran and his group went all the way to the third floor and watched the situation below.
The little zombie went downstairs smoothly, passed through the dense zombie army and approached the female zombie king of South City.
It has to be said that the female zombie king is more particular than the male zombie king. Not only are her clothes intact, but even her scattered and torn hair has been carefully treated. If you ignore the part of her skin that has fallen off due to the extreme cold, and only look at her back, you can even feel a bit of charm.
The moment he saw the little zombie appear, the South City Zombie King first breathed a sigh of relief, and then froze in place, his pair of dark green eyes fixed on the little zombie's face.
My heart kept shouting: How did she do it, why could she restore her broken skin?
The zombie leaders around her were equally excited, but unfortunately they could not speak to each other and could only communicate through physical contact. This kind of communication was only possible for high-level zombies, while ordinary zombies were just mindless combat weapons.
The zombie leader was obviously excited: "She finally upgraded, but unfortunately the level is far from enough. When she becomes stronger, if we eat her, will we also have that special power?"
The little zombie was stunned for a moment when he heard the zombie leader’s inner thoughts, and subconsciously looked up at his aunt.
But she didn't expect to hear an even more terrifying voice: that person said, we don't need to eat her, after her strength becomes stronger, green blood will flow in her body, and we just need to keep drinking her blood.
The little zombie listened to his aunt's thoughts, feeling a little unsure.
Seeing her standing there motionless, the West City Zombie King walked directly to her side, stretched out his hand and pulled her over, gently touching her feet to signal her: Don't run around. At the same time, he also asked her if there were other people upstairs in the apartment building?
The zombie leader's green eyes stayed on the little zombie for a long time: I'm so greedy, her blood must taste delicious.
The little zombie thought of Nan Muran and his group, and hurriedly shook his head, but did not dare to say anything.
"What's going on? Why does it feel like that little fool is scared?" Eagle and the others listened to Nan Muran's narration and knew the situation.
Looking at the reaction of the little zombie downstairs, I couldn't help but frown.
Jiawu sighed: "Being able to hear your inner voice is both a good thing and a bad thing."
Nan Muran smiled and nodded: "Since she didn't tell the West City Zombie King to leave, then we shouldn't be polite. It's 5:30 in the morning and it's almost dawn."
"Join the battle now?" Eagle looked out at the zombie army that was still as large as an ant colony, and felt his limbs become weak with exhaustion.
Nan Muran reached out and gently touched the sleeping black dragon on her left wrist: "Go and deal with the three level nine zombie kings. Treeman, you guys follow and collect the crystal cores."
Hearing this, the black dragon sighed and jumped out. The sky on a rainy night was its world. It soared into the sky, and the black mucus, accompanied by heavy rain, split into three streams and rushed directly towards the three zombie kings.
The ninth-level zombie king was quite powerful. The moment he felt the attack from above, he quickly condensed into a supernatural shield to protect himself and the people around him. The black mucus slid down the supernatural shield to the ground.
Seeing that its attack failed, the black dragon in mid-air swooped down and swept towards the zombie king of East City.
After the zombie king realized its action, he quickly condensed a cube of more than ten meters to block in front of him. However, he did not expect to face the sweep of the black dragon's tail. The powerful cube was like paper and was instantly shattered to the ground. When it collapsed, it knocked down a large number of zombies.
Then the dragon's tail swept the zombie king firmly and threw him directly into the living room on the third floor of the apartment where Nan Muran and the others were.
Nan Muran looked at the vague human figure on the double-layer tempered glass and couldn't help but sigh that the zombie king's body was really strong.
The zombie king on the ground was also confused, he was swept in like this. But what about these humans on the opposite side, why are they here.
After realizing this, the Zombie King subconsciously wanted to summon an army of zombies to deal with Nan Muran and the others.
The one who moved even faster than him was the tree man. His sharp brown branches pierced into the zombie king's head at lightning speed, and then a fist-sized black, light-golden, level nine crystal core was taken out.
Xiaobai: Level nine crystal core, so powerful.
Akaba: So beautiful.
The tree man turned around and handed the crystal core to Nan Muran.
Just when Nan Muran successfully got the crystal core, another figure was thrown in through the gap in the window, but this time it turned out to be the Zombie King of West City.
This time the tree man did not move. It was Xiao Liu who took action. The sharp willow branches quickly took away the crystal core of the West City Zombie King before the other party could react. The branches were also black with a faint golden glow.
After getting two level nine crystal cores in succession, Nan Muran felt extremely happy.
"Ranran, Black Dragon is in some trouble." Si Ye, who had been paying attention to the situation downstairs, spoke with a hint of helplessness.
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