Withered vine of the end of the world rebirth

"Look at so many zombies outside! Do you really listen to them and want to open the door?! There are people outside who can block it for at least a while. Once you let them in, there is really nowhere to hide!"

Lin Ming stood at the end of the crowd, speaking hoarsely, with a look of hatred on his face, "Close the door! Close the door! Do you really want to die?! Maybe those people outside will not come to attack us after the zombies eat up. It’s gone! You can’t be soft-hearted at this time! I’m doing it for everyone’s benefit!”

Lin Ming looked at Xiao Yu, who was leaning against the door, and Yang Zhengming, who was sitting on the ground on the other side, with an unusually ugly expression.

Xiao Yu was firmly blocked by the crowd, unable to advance or retreat.Looking at the group of zombies that were getting louder and louder outside the door, she felt extremely anxious.She raised her eyes to look at Lin Ming, as if looking at an enemy.

Lin Ming's expression became even uglier, obviously angry at Xiao Yu's ignorance.

Did she think she was still in school?Did she think that he was still pursuing the time to be obedient to her as hard as he was in school?Now is the end of the world!He is a superhuman!Fire-type abilities!What kind of beauty does he want now?Did Xiao Yu really think she was so rare?If it wasn't for him still thinking about his old relationship, would she think he would really care about her?

Hmph, Lin Ming thought a little angrily.But when Chu Mo died, Xiao Yu would come to beg him without her backer?When the time comes, he can do whatever he wants, and still look at her face like this now.

The frail Yang Zhengming was sitting on the ground limply, and there were obvious burn marks on the outside of his right hand.

——Obviously, it was Lin Ming who used the fire ability to attack him in order to shut him up.

Yang Zhengming, who was obviously seriously injured, still raised his head, looking at Lin Ming who stood in the crowd as if he felt like he ruled the world with cold eyes: "Are you putting people's lives at risk just for your own selfishness?! You clearly know that they are the first to suffer when the zombies come in like this! For their own good? Then why did you hide yourself? Are you not a supernatural person? If you really want to save Why don't we fight with us outside?"

The people who were frightened by Lin Ming's supernatural ability just now started to move again, obviously they also understood the mutual violation of Lin Ming's actions.

That's right, if it was really like what he said, the purpose of letting them block the door was to prevent zombies from coming in and to protect them, then why did he hide by himself?

Although these people are greedy for life and afraid of death, they are not stupid.Who wants to die for someone who is obviously shot to death by others?

For a moment, people let go of their hands one after another, and they were also thinking about where to hide first, so as to avoid this catastrophe.

——Until now, no one thought of uniting to resist the zombies.It can only be said that this large group of zombies really frightened these ordinary citizens.

"You dare?!" Seeing the door gradually being pushed open by the people outside, Lin Ming immediately became anxious. He stretched out his hand and a fireball condensed and threw it straight towards the crowd, "Who dares to let go? Believe it or not! Just kill him?!"

He actually took off the original layer of hypocrisy and directly threatened with force.

The originally somewhat loose crowd gathered again, but this time their faces all changed into obvious expressions of daring to speak out.

Lin Ming was obviously using them as a backing, who would be willing to die for others?Still in this situation.

It's just because of Lin Ming's powerful ability that he can't resist.

Forget it, it's not wise to resist now.If you get angry, he will really die.Even if it's a bit dangerous, but there are so many people here, it's not necessarily him who will die, right?

Lin Ming looked at the people who were successfully restrained by him, with an inscrutable and satisfied smile on his face, as if he was quite satisfied with their understanding.

He looked at them as if he was looking at the death squads who sacrificed their lives for him, mixed with a kind of superior arrogance and false pity.

Here, he is the king here—the one and only king.

They are all his subjects and will die for him without hesitation.

That's great - this is the treatment he deserves, isn't it?

After all, he is the only supernatural person in this supermarket.

These weak and pitiful human beings, as long as they wag their tails and beg for food, dare to resist him?