After the Doomsday Rebirth, My Whole Family is Big Brother

  Chapter 270, Restraint

  Zombie Emperor. Zhang Yiming glanced at the yelling young man with a gloomy look, and the violent factor instantly skyrocketed in his body.

  No one has ever survived to speak to him like this.

  The young man is sturdy in size and has a gold-based supernatural ability. He thinks he still has a certain prestige among the survivors.

  Usually arrogant.

   was bumped by someone inexplicably, he was not prepared to suffer.

  He has seen the photo of the Zombie King. It is just a one-sided relationship. He did not associate the cold-looking man with the Zombie King at all.

  The young people arrogantly looked at the zombie emperor Zhang Yiming, completely unaware that the nearby zombies were already shivering and were about to kneel on the ground.

  Zombie Emperor. Zhang Yiming tightened his fingers slightly, his fingertips faintly overflowed with black flames, and the flames seemed to be ejected at any time.

  Suddenly extinguished.

  The smell of flesh and blood permeated the tip of his nose, and he could not hear what the other party was saying.

   Subconsciously swallowed, his brain was filled with bloodthirsty and violent emotions.

  Zombie Emperor. Zhang Yiming squinted his eyes, glanced at the young man in a haze, a soft face flashed in his mind.

  This is not the hellish world.

  In any case, you can't mess up the world.

  There was a gloom in the hazy eyes, and the zombie emperor Zhang Yiming's throat squirmed, then he turned and left.

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

  The young man who didn't know that he had just escaped saw the zombie emperor Zhang Yiming was leaving, and ran to the front of the zombie emperor Zhang Yiming with a domineering look.

  As if you can’t leave without apologizing.

"roll!"

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

   Flesh and blood is right in front of him, clamoring unscrupulously.

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

  Zombie Emperor. Zhang Yiming's voice was cold to the bone, but his body did not exude how powerful aura.

  In the eyes of the zombie emperor Zhang Yiming, this pile of clamoring flesh and blood in front of him is nothing more than a Chinese meal.

   Prey, he is not worthy of showing how turbulent aura he is.

  The youth was not frightened by the voice of the zombie emperor Zhang Yiming, but was angered instead.

   "Yo! Xiao Bai Lian has a big temper!"

   A faint yellow light passed through the surface of the strong young man, his hands clenched into fists, and he greeted the zombie emperor Zhang Yiming's face fiercely.

  Usually domineering.

  A glance at the zombie emperor. Zhang Yiming is a little white face with little power and weak writing.

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

  Zombie Emperor. Zhang Yiming looked useless, and his hands were also loosely held.

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

  The guy who doesn't use it.

  He only needs one punch to beat this little white face into a severe fracture.

  As a strong and sturdy gold type superpower, young people have his arrogance.

  Thinking that as a supernatural person, he is superior, a bit superior to ordinary people.

  He did not notice the black flames that occasionally overflowed from the hands of the zombie emperor Zhang Yiming.

  However, when he hit the zombie emperor Zhang Yiming's soft fist, he saw black blood overflowing from his 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 shook his fist at the zombie emperor Zhang Yiming, he had exhausted all his strength.

  He watched, the white and soft fist on the opposite side met his big fist in the yellow sandbag.

  The big yellow fist of the sandbag was instantly twisted under the collision of the soft fist, turning over in a weird posture.

  The five fingers all have their own ideas.

  Each finger twists in a different direction.

   Click~

  The youth heard the sound of broken bones.

  From the finger to the entire arm, it was instantly twisted, the bones were broken into several pieces, and Bai Sensen's bone stubble instantly pierced the skin.

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

"what--"

  The young man screamed sternly.

  Zombie Emperor. Zhang Yiming smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth.

  What a wonderful sound.

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

   "Brother, sorry,... it's all my fault, please... let me go! I don't dare anymore!"

  The young people wanted to slap themselves again to show their sincerity.

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

  Zombie King. Zhang Yiming twitched the corner of his mouth at the young man, smiled evilly, "...it's late."

  Boom! Bang! Bang!

  The sound of fist hitting the flesh sounded.

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

  The seemingly soft fingers, every time it acts on the body of a young person, it will instantly fracture and twist a bone somewhere.

  The sound of broken bones is endless.

  The young man's horrified eyes soon became loose.

   Then, there was no more life.

  Zombie King. Zhang Yiming squinted his eyes, his fists fell again and again, and he listened to this wonderful music with his ears.

  Red blood slowly flowed out from all parts of the youth.

  Bone stubble pierced the skin everywhere, exposing dense bones.

  This is just the power of the zombie emperor Zhang Yiming’s fist.

  One click, two clicks.

  Zombie Emperor. Zhang Yiming's eyes fixed on the red blood, and his white fists fell heavily on the young people.

  The red blood stained the fingers, and the zombie emperor Zhang Yiming subconsciously placed the red blood-tainted fingers on his lips.

  The smell of blood stimulates his taste buds, and flesh and blood are the only sense of smell he can perceive.

  There was a momentary blank in my mind.

  The bloodthirsty nature clamored wildly in the brain.

  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 is extremely clean, and it cleans the world with it.

  Zombie Emperor. Zhang Yiming's fingers with blood stiffened, abruptly restraining the powerful bloodthirsty desire in his heart.

  Boom! Bang! Bang!

  Obviously the young man has been weirdly distorted and cannot be distorted anymore, he is still beating hard again and again.

  The red flesh and blood flew across, and he gritted his teeth firmly, and his life stopped the bloodthirsty impulse that was raging in his brain.

  Red blood splashed on his face, and the flesh and blood was within reach.

  A strong bloodthirsty brain wave emanated from his brain, fists to the flesh, but he never opened his mouth to devour the flesh.

  Can't dirty the world.

  The brainwaves containing a strong bloodthirsty impulse filled a few miles around, and all the zombies were infected by this brainwave.

  The zombies who were still trembling and frightened on their knees began to move around, rushing towards the place with the smell of flesh and blood frantically.

  The roar of zombies is endless.

  Zombie Emperor. Zhang Yiming's face was gloomy, his eyes fixed on the pile of flesh and blood in front of him, his restraint reached the limit.

   gritted his teeth.

  "My 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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  (End of this chapter)