C121 (1/2)

When the white-bearded old man heard his words, he nearly vomited a mouthful of blood!

He asked in a trembling voice, ”You massacred the entire royal stable?”

Pretty Zombie nodded, his expression was unexpectedly filled with unspeakable pride! The Old Man wanted to smash Pretty Zombie's head and point at his nose and complain. What are you proud of, what are you proud of?

Of course, if the old man really did that, Pretty Zombie would probably be able to have a fight with him right now.

Although the Pretty Zombie was not this old man's match, he was durable!

The old man took a deep breath, ”I want you to go to the dock, the one where many ships are parked!” I'm not asking you to take the lead by killing horses! ”

The world of zombies was very simple, these kind of creatures often acted according to their will.

Pretty Zombie looked at the Old Man innocently, then furiously wrote a line of words on the ground: You didn't explain it yourself, blame me?

Traitor!

The white bearded old man's beard twitched, he could tell that the Pretty Zombie was extremely angry.

This renegade disciple had never known how to respect his master.

Speaking of which, back when Ye Liyuan was still alive, he had often angered him.

Now, even after turning into a zombie, it still didn't forget to come and harm him. This was truly infuriating!

The old man took a deep breath and let it out slowly. ”Go to the royal stable and take care of the corpses of the horses. If you don't take care of them, you will attract the Daoist priest.”

Pretty Zombie shook his head, grabbed the old man's arm and wrote in his hand: It will be a waste of time to dig holes and bury them.

”Even if it's a waste of time, you still have to go!”

Roar ~ ~

”You have to go, or you will attract the cultivators that catch zombies.”

Roar ~ ~

”I didn't even take you as my disciple. Why should I help you deal with the corpses of those horses?”

Roar ~ ~

Pretty Zombie didn't like writing such a wasteful text, because it took a long time to write a single sentence. Thus, he still liked to communicate with the old man by shouting.

The old man quickly made a guess, and he was pretty close.

This was not because the old fellow was smart, but because the old man understood Ye Liyuan's character very well.

Even if he had already become a zombie, the morals deep within his bones would not change.

As it turned out, the old man was right.

The white-bearded old man suppressed the anger in his heart and asked, ”Why are you unwilling to go?” There was really no way to save this disciple of his.

Pretty Zombie's face actually revealed a hint of bashfulness, and was a little bashful.

”What the heck, who is this little girl of yours showing off?”

Roar ~ ~

Pretty Zombie picked up a sturdy branch from the ground and started drawing on it. I want to see the little beauty dance.

The old man's eyes lit up. ”Where is the little beauty?”

Pretty Zombie looked at the old man vigilantly, acting like he was on guard. What are you trying to do?

The old man's eyes shone with a terrifying light. ”Tell me, where is this little beauty dancing? What dance is she dancing at? Is it good to watch?”