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"You speak better than you sing. Do you think you are an artist if you tie your pigtails?"

Bai Fan pulled away the chair, stepped in front of the young man and looked at him.

"It's such a terrifying gaze, it feels like I'm going to be torn apart in the next moment—but I'm a zombie, what can you do?"

The young man looked at Bai Fan with a mocking smile.

"Oh... Zombies, it's really difficult."

Facing the other party's malicious smile, Bai Fan didn't feel provoked at all. He picked up the coffee on the table and drank it in one gulp.

For him, even if it was a zombie, there was nothing he couldn't kill.

Zombies, in the final analysis, are just creatures with relatively high resistance to death.

"The coffee is good, but the zombies are rubbish."

Bai Fan didn't hesitate in his evaluation, put down the coffee cup in his hand, and raised his head slightly.

"So what are you doing at my house today, Lord of the Night?"

"Observe... Maybe it should be observed, where did Yukuliwood carry this sad chain—"

The Night King narrowed his eyes gently, and Bai Fan's repeated ridicule did not change his mood much.

He has lived for a long time, and some verbal attacks can't change his mood much.

"It's okay to check, let's go."

Bai Fan didn't put on his black windbreaker, but just brought some props with him.

Gasoline, military shovels, ropes, daggers, hammers, knuckles—

"I'm going to smash your mouth into pieces."

Bai Fan said casually.

"my pleasure."

The Night King looked at the man with a smile and didn't care what he said.

To the Night King, Bai Fan is just a newborn zombie, a little guy who doesn't even know how to use his dead breath.

There is no problem following him to see, and there is no problem taking Yukuliwood away after he is dealt with.

The two went out together.

Not long after-

The door of Bai Fan's house was opened again.

A silver-haired girl wearing a western skirt slowly walked in from the outside.

U Curry Wood.

She walked into the room calmly, then her expression changed, and she turned to look at the sofa in the living room.

Two dead breaths...

The dead air was undoubtedly Bai Fan, and the dead air was a feeling she was very familiar with.

Not right, not right, not right!

Yukuliwood's delicate eyebrows were pressed down, and the body that was about to sit down followed the trail of death.

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"Sure enough, after breaking the protection of death energy, you are almost like an ordinary zombie under the sun, you."

Bai Fan wore a knuckle in his hand, placed himself in the shadows, and punched the opponent's face with punches.

Bang! ! ! !

This punch tore his jaw.

"So what about this punch?"

Bai Fan punched the opponent hard on the mouth again.

"So what about this punch, isn't it always hitting my mouth?"

After his mouth recovered, the Night King couldn't help complaining to Bai Fan.

"Hehehe—because sooner or later I'm going to smash your mouth, didn't I say so?"

After finishing speaking, Bai Fan's eyes turned into blue magic eyes again, aiming at the dead energy that was about to gather again, he slashed his dagger.

The dead air broke out again, and Bai Fan punched the Night King in the face again without saying a word while smiling.

The physical problems among the zombies are actually similar, and they are all very afraid of light. If two zombies want to win or lose, the most critical thing is the quality and use of dead energy.

Originally, according to the strength of the Night King, it is not too much to fight with Bai Fan, but Bai Fan has the magic eye of death.

Directly smashing the opponent's death protection under the sun, the King of the Night fell into a state of being unable to fight back under the sun, and then Bai Fan unhurriedly tied up the King of the Night, threw him under the sun, and began to fight back. All kinds of abuse.

It can be said that the King of the Night was completely overshadowed by Bai Fan.

He never thought that there are things in this world that can break through his dead energy barrier as hard as a copper wall.

If there is no magic eye of death, Bai Fan will probably have to fight a lot if he wants to rely on the exquisite use of death energy.

But under his command, the Devil's Eye of Death is just so domineering.

Even using the Deathly Eye can literally send the dying Night King to heaven.

After all, zombies are simply creatures with high resistance to death.

As long as you use the magic eye of death to 'kill' the high death resistance bit by bit, it will only be a matter of a dagger in the end.

"You may not believe it when you say it."

Bai Fan raised his fist and punched the opponent's mouth.

The sound of jaw breaking came again.

"You have been pursuing death, but it can be realized with me. I have the ability to kill you. You should feel it."

The awe-inspiring blue magic eyes flickered again, and after driving away the unyielding death energy again, Bai Fan kicked the King of the Night's delicate face.

Bai Fan is Bai Fan, if he says to slap you, he will slap you.

"Those eyes?"

After the Night King's jaw recovered, he looked at Bai Fan with great interest.

"Why don't you come and have a try, kill me, since you hate me so much, you should be able to do it too?"

"Do not."

Bai Fan shook his finger. He stared at the King of the Night, his mouth wide open, and a serious smile emerged.

"It is because I hate you that I let you live—you think that living is purgatory, so let you continue to live in this purgatory, and let the hell of 'living' torture you."

"you!!!?"

The King of the Night finally showed an expression other than ease.

Shock--

(Well... I won't stay up late today, and I have to prepare for an update tomorrow, and the manuscript has been cleaned-see you tomorrow!)

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen Nobody Can Let Others Make Choices

As a zombie, as long as you keep the dead air on the surface of your skin and filter the sunlight, walking in the sun is not a problem.

But when the layer of dead air, which was similar to a filter, was removed.

No matter how strong a zombie is, it will turn into a human being if it is exposed to the sun for a minute or two.

This is simply a matter of natural enemies.

"Friendship Breaking Face Fist!!!"

"...Even if you talk about friendship, I don't have any friendship with you to talk about."

The mouth of the Night King undergoes its one hundred and second restoration.

To be honest, Bai Fan is not too tired, he is already a little bit tired.

Because Bai Fan always said something that he didn't understand, and then punched himself hard in the face.

"I will break your fantasy!"

Another punch!

The one hundred and third recovery.

"Speaking of which, are you annoying..."

The Night King is exhausted.

Originally, a person like him who is the big brother next door would not speak in this tone, but Bai Fan is a typical example of not listening to him.

He seemed to have a spirit of 'I won't give up until I smash your mouth today' to support him to continue punching.

"Stand firm when you are beaten."

Bai Fan said something calmly, but he didn't really punch him down as he said.

"Do you really want to die once?"

"What? Finally changed my mind? Death is what I have been pursuing, and it is also the most peaceful thing I think. If it is you, it will definitely kill me. I will not resist. Come on, do you want to try?"

The Night King narrowed his eyes and stared at Bai Fan.

He originally intended to use his own death to awaken Yukuli Wood's lost feelings.

And death was something he had always longed for.

Just die, no big deal.

"No, I won't see you on your way, at least not yet."

Bai Fan shook his head instead.