Chapter 225: The little zombie of the zombie king (13)

"Do you want to wash it?"

Since I brought back more than a dozen skirts, it shows that this short stupid

should love beauty.

Her body is dirty, her hair is no different from a chicken coop, and she can

wash it.

There is a bathroom in the RV, and it's not small.

After Xie Tingzhou made this suggestion, the search ** suddenly exploded:

[Reject him! 】

He even started to be a little insane and incoherent--

[This stinky shameless! He is a big boy, how can he encourage a little girl to

take a bath? Do you still know what is the difference between men and women? ]

I want to dig the foot of the wall while my Lord of War is not here, and die

you!

Even if it thinks that no woman in this world can be worthy of Lord Ares, it

will not allow the pigs it raises to be taken away by others!

That's right, Fanxing is the pig it raises!

Although the search ** does not understand anything, it can be intuitive.

If you look at this Xie Tingzhou, you don't care about the girls in their own

team! What did you care about this little zombie?

Weasel to the pig New Year!

"...Wash." However, Fanxing agreed no matter how frantic the Search God was.

Then pointed at the girl who quietly sucked her chocolate wrapper, "...her."

Song Aiai was crying and wanted to cry.

She just likes chocolate very much and she is a bit greedy, so she smells the

fragrance quietly through the package.

What's wrong with you?

She was even appointed to help that little monster wash her hair and take a

bath!

After entering the RV bathroom, Song Aiai was cautious: "You, you, you...I

will wash you well, don't bite me!"

Although Fanxing was conscious, her body was so stiff that she couldn't even

take off her clothes, so she had to entrust Song Aiai to help.

Song Aiai felt like a eunuch, and the other party looked like a Lafayette. She

even asked her to help raise her hand.

Hey, she finally knows why there is an idiom called ‘raise your hands high’.

Wash the hair of the little zombie first.

Gee, it's dirty!

She rubbed it for a long time, but she didn't clear the messy hair of the

little zombie. It took three full times of water to wash a little, and then

continue to wash.

My hands are broken!

Then wash her face and shower.

After wiping off the gray face, Song Aiai was stunned on the spot.

Fuck slot slot slot slot...

This really makes people never expect that under that dusty face, there is

such a small face of water and spirit. The disease is white, so white that it

is almost reflective, and it reveals an extremely weak feeling from the five

senses.

It's like a dodder flower.

A more accurate description is that it looks like the white lotus flower in

the mouth of a woman, weak and tender, white and tender, without the slightest

attack power.

She felt a heartbeat when she saw it, and then jealously poked the starry

little orange.

Well, satisfied.

Good-looking and useless, too small a chest ruins everything, and looks like a

little baby.

The problem is that she doesn't want to think about it, is the boss so easy to

be taken advantage of?

The boss is an extremely curious little bear cub!

You poked in front of her, and she quickly poked back.

That's not the force of a jab.

Song Aiai's whole body was directly "banged" and hit the door with his back.

In an instant, tears were streaming down.

Hey, it really is the end of the world, even the little white lotus has

mutated, so much strength!

Fanxing had no other injuries except the bite mark on his shoulder.

"Your clothes are too dirty and you can't wear them anymore. Which other

clothes do you want to wear?" Song Aiai clutched her heart. Mom, it hurts!

"...Skirt skirt." Fanxing looked at his white paws, then looked down at his

white flesh.

Open, heart.

You can wear a skirt.