I Killed the Dragon

　　 Gray's mouth was dry from the bottom of his heart, and he took a bottle of milk from the food CJ brought and took a sip to moisturize his throat.

　　 Then he looked at the expressions of these people, and they were convinced, but most of them were skeptical and unbelieving.

　　 Gray doesn't matter, he just allowed himself to use the backpack reasonably, um...by the way, he just pretended to be forced, really just casually, absolutely no intention to pretend to be.

　　 After simply eating something, Gray did not continue to promote his theory of salvation and becoming a god, and asked them to continue to prepare to dig the soil to build a vegetable garden on the roof, while he continued to kill the zombies.

　　 "Why doesn't he need to dig the soil, but we are going?" the new aunt asked, a trace of dissatisfaction on her face.

"Huh, what do you know, the boss is going to kill the zombies, the boss said, we can either produce food by ourselves, or we can clean up the zombies, clean up all the zombies, or clean up most of them, then naturally we can go to other Place to search for food." Bart snorted coldly.

"You can't kill the zombies, you should work hard, not suspicion of the boss. The boss is such a powerful person, who can't go anywhere alone, but stays here to help us kill the zombies. Is there anything he can get, not for us? It’s disgusting and chilling that you still suspect him."

　　 CJ stared blankly at his own little brother, speaking righteously for others. Didn’t he say that he should be each other’s angels and fight against someone’s atrocities? Why did you suddenly rebel? Still became a diehard of the enemy.

"CJ, you haven't seen the greatness of the boss last night. I don't blame you for saying the wrong things. If you really dare to violate the power, don't blame me for telling the boss." Seeing CJ's unsightly face, Bart raised his head directly. Said proudly.

Yesterday the security trio conspired at night, saying that the enemy is powerful and cannot be confronted for the time being. It needs to be tempted to confuse the opponent with a respectful attitude for the time being. Prepare privately, and wait until the time is right, and then take back what belongs to them s things.

　　 But today, all hopes were shattered. The guy flickered for a while, but this guy really believed and became a diehard loyal to the other party. How could he make sense.

　　 But, is there really a **** in this world? Can saving the world really become a god? Can I have a place in the kingdom of God in the future? Can my family receive the Kingdom of God?

"You fart, my CJ is loyal to Boss Gray. How can you kid **** suspect? Who dares to be unfavorable to Boss Gray? I can't be the first to spare him." CJ yelled violently, as if he had suffered a lot. He was aggrieved, full of anger, glanced at other people, wishing to grab a typical example to prove his loyalty.

　　 "That's good." Bart nodded lightly, not feeling that what he said was too much.

"Okay, everyone should do things after eating, so who, the boss said, you can accompany your father more, so you don’t have to go for the time being." CJ began to arrange, he wanted to tell everyone that he was the boss Bart's number one talker is a fart.

　　 "Hey, I hurt my leg, I'm afraid I can't help," Tucker said.

　　 "I really fell, wasn't it bitten by a zombie?" CJ doubted, if it was really a zombie bite but said it was an ordinary injury, it would also be a hidden danger for others.

　　 "It's really not, it's just a normal injury. It has nothing to do with zombies." Tucker explained, and the aunt who followed him also explained that it was not a zombie bite.

　　 "Then why didn't you just say?"

"Go to the boss. The Elf can not only suppress the outbreak of zombie infection, but also heal many ordinary injuries. If you are bitten by a zombie, it is best to tell the Elf, she will help you suppress it so that you can Live longer." CJ nodded.

Tucker thought for a while, dragging his injured leg to the top of the building, just to see the boss shooting with a pistol seriously, with a focused expression, not to be disturbed by foreign objects, as if he only wanted to know the zombies for everyone, and return to this world. A bright universe.

"With someone like this to protect us, it must be very safe here." A feeling of admiration surged from the bottom of Tucker's heart. The fear that had been born from watching Steve's death before disappeared, only Nong. Deep gratitude.

　　 That guy Steve is damned. He often pretends to be coercive in front of us. He doesn't do anything and looks superior, knowing to call us, huh, yeah.

　　 After a while of mental activity, Tucker walked behind Gray and said, "Boss, my leg is injured, can you let Master Elf treat me, so I can help below."

　　 Tucker is still a bit embarrassed, after all, he is such a big person, and he is called the boss of a person who does not seem to be very old, and he can't bear it with a thin skin.

"Huh? Well, it's rare that you have the heart to contribute to human beings. I am very pleased. Little Jasmine, can you please heal him." Gray has always been very tolerant of people who are willing to contribute. Such people have good character. It's not bad. Although he can't compare with a noble person like him, he is still a good person.

　　 Little Jasmine flew out and helped him heal his injuries at once, and by the way, he checked whether there was that kind of strange curse in him.

　　 Tucker felt the injury on his leg healed immediately, watching Gray's eyes changed again, bowed deeply, "Thank you, Boss Gray."

He also saw Little Jasmine treating Frank before. Although shocked at the time, it didn’t work on him. It was inevitable that he lacked a little effect. At this time, his injury healed instantly, which made him immediately feel strong against Gray and the elf. Tribute.

　　With these two people, Gray cleaned up the zombies outside, and there were elves injured inside. Is there a better place in the world than here?

　　 Tucker decided ~www.readwn.com~ to stay here and not leave, or he would go wherever these two people go.

　　 Tucker went down to dig, and Little Jasmine returned to Gray, "He is not cursed."

"That's good." Now this small base counts him as a total of fourteen, but three of them are mortal, which means that the real number can only be counted as eleven. In this case, naturally The more living people, the better, and the fewer people infected, the better.

　　 "By the way, Little Jasmine, you can help me find some vegetable seeds back."

　　 "Huh, bad guys, child labor abuse." The elf cried. The word child labor is what she sees from the comics. She also feels that she is very similar to the child labor inside and has been bullied. And Gray is the big devil, and whip her with a small whip behind.

What the hell? Gray's face turned dark, and when he was upset, he came to me from behind. Although I can't find who did it, don't everyone know each other's heart? Why is it that I abused the child labor? You can't drive away if you eat for nothing.

　　 was about to have a theory with her and let the little guy realize his mistake deeply, but the little guy has already flew away and made a face.

　　 Gray knew that the little guy was afraid to argue with him, so he ran away in a hurry.

　　 Okay, who made me a good person, since the little guy knew that I was wrong, I wouldn't care about her so much.

　　 Looking at more and more zombies below, and then looking at the distance of the town, there is no popularity, I am afraid that everyone in the town has come here except for those who have actually become corpses.

Secretly sighed that the person who caused this world crisis is really a sinner, and he has invested in the great cause of killing zombies. There is no way. For the survival of mankind, even if he is exhausted, broken hands, and feet, he jumps from here. Continue to kill zombies.