After the Doomsday Rebirth, My Whole Family is Big Brother

Chapter 270, restraint

The Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming glanced at the young man who was yelling with gloom, and the berserk factor instantly surged in his body.

No one who spoke to him in this way has ever survived.

The young man has a strong physique and a background of gold-type abilities. He thinks he still has a certain prestige among the survivors.

Usually arrogant.

He was hit by someone out of nowhere, and he wasn't going to suffer.

He had seen the photo of the Zombie King before, but it was just a one-sided meeting, and he didn't associate the cold-looking man with the Zombie King at all.

The young man arrogantly looked at Zombie King Zhang Yiming, completely oblivious to the fact that the nearby zombies were already trembling to the point of kneeling on the ground.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming's fingers tightened slightly, black flames faintly overflowed from the fingertips, and the flames seemed to be sprayed out at any moment.

Flickering and flickering.

The smell of flesh and blood filled the tip of his nose, and he couldn't hear what the other party was saying clearly.

Subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his mind filled with bloodthirsty and violent emotions.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming squinted his eyes, and cast a gloomy glance at the young man, a gentle face flashed in his mind.

This is not that hellish world.

In any case, the world must not be dirty.

There was a trace of gloom in the hazy eyes, Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming's throat twitched, and he turned and left.

"Hey! Can you talk? You haven't apologized yet!"

The young man who had no idea that he had escaped just now saw Zombie King Zhang Yiming was about to leave, so he ran in front of Zombie King Zhang Yiming with a domineering face.

Acting like you can't leave without apologizing.

"roll!"

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming's voice was gloomy, and his fingers tightened more and more.

The flesh and blood were right in front of him, clamoring unscrupulously.

If it was in that hellish future, this person would have been chopped up and fed to zombies long ago!

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming's voice was cold to the bone,

However, there was not much aura exuding from his body.

From Zombie King Zhang Yiming's point of view, this pile of clamoring flesh and blood in front of him is nothing more than a meal on the plate.

The prey is not worthy of showing him such a turbulent aura.

The young man was not frightened by Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming's voice, but was enraged instead.

"Yo! The little boy has quite a temper!"

A faint yellow light glowed on the surface of the strong young man, he clenched his hands into fists, and greeted Zombie King Zhang Yiming fiercely.

Usually domineering.

Looking at people like Zombie King Zhang Yiming, they are just a little boy with no strength and weak.

The gloom in Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming's eyes instantly became extremely fierce, he slowly raised his hand, and greeted the young man's fist.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming seemed to be using no strength, and his hands were loosely held.

The young man looked at the slender white fist and snorted coldly.

Dumb guy.

He only needed one punch to break this little boy into a severe fracture.

As a strong and strong gold-type superpower, the young man has his arrogance.

He thinks that being a supernatural person is superior to others, and he is a little higher than ordinary people.

He didn't notice at all the black flames occasionally overflowing from Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming's hands.

However, when he punched Zombie King Zhang Yiming's limp fist, he saw black blood overflowing from the white fist.

In an instant, his face turned pale.

He suddenly realized something, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but it was too late.

Just now, when he swung his fist at Zombie King Zhang Yiming, he had exhausted all his strength.

He watched helplessly as the white and soft fist on the opposite side met his sandbag-sized fist that glowed with yellow light.

Under the impact of the soft fist, the yellow fist the size of a sandbag twisted instantly and flipped in a strange posture.

Each of the five fingers has its own thoughts.

Each finger twists in a different direction.

Kacha~

The young man heard the sound of bones breaking.

From the fingertips to the entire arm, they were instantly twisted, the bones were broken into several pieces, and the white bone stubble instantly pierced the skin.

The heart-piercing pain instantly spread from the arm to the mind.

"ah--"

The young man let out a miserable scream.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming smiled wickedly.

What a wonderful sound.

The young man's tall body curled up in pain, his head was sweating profusely, and he looked at the young man with an evil smile in front of him in horror.

"Brother, I'm sorry,...it's all my fault, please...let me go! I won't dare again!"

The young man wanted to give himself two slaps to show his sincerity.

But the pain in his arm made him curl up on the ground, unable to move.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming twitched his lips at the young man and smiled evilly, "...it's too late."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of punching to the flesh sounded.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming's slender arms were raised and lowered again and again.

Every time the seemingly soft fingers act on the young man's body, a bone somewhere will be broken and twisted in an instant.

The sound of bones breaking was endless.

The terrified eyes of the young man became lax after a while.

Then, there is no more interest.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming squinted his eyes, and dropped his fists one after another, enjoying the wonderful music with his ears.

Red blood slowly flowed out from various places on the young man's body.

Every bone stubble pierced the skin, revealing the white bones.

This is just the power of Zombie King Zhang Yiming's fist.

Once, twice.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming stared at the red blood, and his white fist landed heavily on the young man.

Red blood stained his finger, Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming subconsciously put the finger stained with red blood on his lips.

The smell of blood stimulated his taste buds, flesh and blood was the only sense of smell he could perceive.

There was a momentary blank in my mind.

The bloodthirsty nature screamed wildly in his mind.

eat it!

Eat this pile of flesh and blood in front of you!

In the raging and violent emotions in his mind, a face appeared again.

That face was so clean that it cleansed the world.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming's bloody fingers froze for a moment, forcibly restraining the strong bloodthirsty desire in his heart.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Obviously the young man was already so weirdly twisted that he could no longer twist it, but he still hit it hard again and again.

Red flesh and blood flew all over the place, and he clenched his teeth tightly to stop the bloodthirsty urge raging in his mind.

Red blood splashed on his face, and the flesh and blood were all within easy reach.

Strong bloodthirsty brainwaves emanated from his brain, punching to the flesh, but he never opened his mouth to devour the flesh.

The world cannot be dirty.

Brain waves containing a strong bloodthirsty impulse filled the surrounding area, and all the zombies were infected by this brain wave.

The zombies who were still trembling and frightened just now started to move, rushing frantically towards the place that smelled of flesh and blood.

The howls of zombies can be heard endlessly.

Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming had a gloomy face, his eyes fixed on the pile of flesh and blood in front of him, his restraint reached the extreme.

He gritted his teeth tightly.

"Friend, this is my place, please leave here."

A warm voice sounded, and at the same time a gentle brain wave spread instantly.

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