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let out painful cries of grief. the friends no longer wanted me and no longer believed in love. the crazy zombies were determined to retaliate against society, and the battlefield suffered a disaster.
wu Long, who conducted the symphony, was covered in sweat on his forehead. At the moment, he lacked the demeanor of an excellent officer, and instead seemed to be a gambler who had lost his shorts.
After the zombie group broke through the Spear Formation, wu Long's army guarding the protruding area faced all the pressure.
At this moment, the number of zombies flooding into the lower city with bat power has exceeded thousands and is continuing to grow.
the rolling zombies rushed up to the position with their teeth and claws outstretched, and under those pitiful bunkers and steel fortifications, there were piles of eagerly awaited zombies.
the big zombie squeezed me and I squeezed you, and finally squeezed towards the shelter. the steel frame shelter built by welding steel was squeezed out of shape, and the soldiers who executed the killing on top of the shelter were about to pounce. Following this rhythm, the zombie will soon push the cover to the ground.
the power of zombie groups is infinite, they cannot obtain \"good friends\", and ultimately vent their \"love\" on the steel frame, which is squeezed and clattering. those guys in the city who don't have a welding certificate are not very skilled, and with projects like tofu residue, how
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